Teach Me [COMPLETED✔]

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Chris

Her taste lingered on my lips, her soft moans and tugs on my mind. I could still feel her fingers pressing down, feel the sting of her nails as they dug into my shoulders. 

The way her hips thrusted up, meeting my tongue. Letting me eat her out, to devour all of her. She was so fucking innocent, not knowing how hard she made me. How much she turned me on by the small moans and unexpected thrusts. 

It was a struggle to keep her legs open, her body shaking with every slide of my tongue. Aspen had pressed her legs so hard I had to keep them in place, to allow me better access to her. 

So fucking innocent. Or so that's what she was pretending to be. 

Aspen was far from innocent and naive, she was far from being a devoted Catholic girl. The marks on my shoulder proved it, the way she cried my name reassured it, proved how dirty her mind was. 

Sitting across from her, she was well clothed. I wouldn't have minded seeing her in nothing as she ate, but it was for the best. For her to be dressed because with every spoonful of food she brought to her lips, images of her mouth wrapped around my cock replaced it. 

The indecent thoughts didn't stop, not as I saw the flush of her cheeks. As her gaze lowered to my crotch, studying it with an emotion that made it harder to sit here. 

And fuck didn't I want her mouth near it, to have her hands on it. There was no use hiding it, she knew about it. Knew half my feelings towards her, what I wanted. And in those brown eyes that were filled with curiosity, a part of me nagged that she thought about it. Trust me, there wasn't a single cell in my body that wouldn't mind showing her everything. 

To praise her body and soul as she should be praised. For her to do the thing my mind had imagined, but one thing was her and another thing was me. 

Of course I wanted her lips on me, her sweetness enveloping me. I wanted it all even if it was ugly and inappropriate and forbidden. I wanted her hands to hold me, to wrap around me at night. I wanted that virtuous mouth to kiss me and tell me sin filled ideas, to please me. But the rational part of me couldn't bring itself to ask her to touch me. 

I would show her everything she wanted, I would give her everything. But I? I couldn't ask her to do anything to me, to even give me a kiss with her plum lips. 

When I agreed to this, to take care of her. Not once had I thought I would be in this deep, to be thinking of her in such ways. But I was, and I didn't know if what I was doing was helping me. If I was slowly getting her off my mind. But that was a lie, every step, every lick and taste only made me think more of her. 

And fuck wasn't it complicated, to want her. 

I couldn't get attached, this was purely sexual, right? This was just me helping her, showing her how she should be treated in bed. But it was more than that, my mind knew it but I wouldn't accept it. It couldn't be. 

After all, when we were done. She would go, she would leave and another man would replace me. It sent a pang of jealousy, to think about her with another person. To have her doing the same things but better, to have her being theirs. 

And I wanted that, I wanted her to move her hips for me. To have her fingers around me, I wanted the softness of her voice in my ear. I wanted her mouth and tongue, wanted every single part of her she would give me. 

The thought was heart stopping. 

I couldn't ask her to stay, I wouldn't ask her to touch me. But I would be selfish, I would drag this as long as I could so only I could get these thoughts out of my system. 

Finishing dinner, I told her to go. That I would clean up because I knew she was tired, that she would want to clean up. 

With one last smile, Aspen rounded the corner and was out of sight. My eyes still trained on where she used to be. With a heavy sight, I stood up to pick up the empty plates. My eyes snapping to the lacy material on the floor. 

I wasn't going to lie, I still had a hard on. One I planned to take care of later, when I was in the confinement of my room. But seeing Aspens bunched up lace, made me stop and rethink my actions.

It wouldn't be wrong. After all, I had already dipped myself in the forbidden honey. 

Taking a seat on the chair, I released my cock from my jeans. Letting it spring free, aching and throbbing for her. My hand was a joke compared to hers, I knew it. Yet it would have to do. 

Swallowing, my mind reeled back to her pussy. To the feeling of her slickness, the taste of it. To feel her clench around me, gripping me tightly. 

With every pump, my head filled with her moans. Twitching for her, hips thrusting into my palm. Thinking about the softness of her, the wetness that coated my lips.

If I thought hard enough, I could convince myself this was enough. That I didn't need to fuck her, but just think about her. Pumping my dick in my hand, I could relish on the memory of her. I felt the hot liquid pour into the palm of my hand, my body relaxing slightly. Only for it to jerk back up at her voice. 

To that wicked mouth, "Can I help?"

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