Les 101 part III

Tina slowly pulled me up from the bed.

My body moved without resistance, still trembling from the aftershocks of what she had just done to me. My legs were weak. My skin was flushed. Every nerve ending was still humming with sensation.

She kissed me.

Deep. Slow. Thorough. Her tongue slid against mine and I could taste myself on her lips, musky and sweet and intoxicating. My hands found her body without my brain's permission, reaching for her, needing to touch her the way she had touched me.

I grabbed her breasts.

They were huge and heavy in my palms, soft and warm and perfect. I squeezed them, feeling their weight, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They were hard, peaked, begging for attention. I lowered my mouth to one of them and sucked.

Hard.

Like I was starved for air. Like I had been waiting my entire life for permission to do this. My tongue swirled around the stiff peak, licking and sucking and pulling it into my mouth. Tina's hand came to the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me there.

"Good girl," she breathed.

Her other hand slid between my thighs and found my clit. She rubbed slow circles against it while I worshipped her breast with my mouth. The dual sensation made my knees buckle and I moaned against her skin, my hips rocking forward into her touch.

But I wanted more.

I wanted to give her what she had given me.

I pulled back from her breast and began kissing down her body. Slowly. Taking my time. My lips traced a path down the valley between her breasts, across the soft skin of her ribs, over the curve of her stomach. I kissed her navel, my tongue dipping into it briefly before continuing lower.

"Lie down," I whispered.

Tina obeyed, lowering herself onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. She laid back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her skin flushed and glowing.

I positioned myself between her thighs, looking down at what was spread out in front of me.

Her pussy was completely bare. Smooth. Glistening with wetness that had already started to pool between her folds. The sight of it made my mouth water. Made my own core clench with need all over again.

I smiled.

Then I leaned down and placed a soft kiss directly on her wet center.

Tina jerked, her hips lifting off the bed. A gasp escaped her lips and the sound sent a thrill straight through me. I was doing this. I was making her feel this.

I kissed her inner thighs next, my hands sliding up her body to find her breasts. I squeezed them, rolled her nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden even more under my touch. Tina's breathing was getting faster. Heavier.

"Spread your legs wider," I whispered.

She did.

I looked down and saw everything. Every pink fold. Every glistening inch. The way her wetness was already dripping down, coating her thighs. My breath caught at the sight.

I reached down with one hand and gathered some of that wetness on my fingers. Then I brought them to her clit and rubbed. Slowly. Using her own slickness as lubrication. The moment my fingers made contact she moaned, loud and unrestrained, her back arching off the bed.

I kept rubbing. Slow circles. Firm pressure. Watching her face as I worked her. Watching the way her mouth fell open. The way her eyes fluttered shut. The way her hips began to move, chasing my touch.

Then I leaned down and placed my mouth on her.

"Fuck," Tina moaned, the word drawn out and breathy.

Hearing her say it made wetness flood between my own thighs. I was dripping. Soaked. Just from tasting her. Just from hearing the sounds she made.

I opened her with my fingers, spreading her lips wide so I could see her fully. Pink and swollen and wet. So wet. I dipped my tongue inside her and rolled it, tasting her, exploring every inch.

Tina's hand flew to my hair, gripping tight, her hips lifting to meet my mouth. She began to ride my tongue, her movements rhythmic and desperate. I matched her pace, thrusting my tongue in and out of her while my hands continued to fondle her breasts above.

I pulled back just enough to look up at her. "You taste so good."

Then I slid two fingers inside her.

The moan that tore from her throat was raw and animalistic. Her walls clenched around my fingers immediately, hot and tight and slick. I began to thrust, in and out, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that I knew would make her lose her mind.

Tina's hand gripped the sheets so tight her knuckles turned white. Her other hand stayed in my hair, holding me, guiding me. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth fell open on a string of moans that grew louder with every thrust.

"Yes... yes... yes... oh fuck... fuck fuck fuck..."

I bent my head and took her clit into my mouth while my fingers continued to pump inside her. I sucked hard, my tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves while my fingers curled and pressed and thrust relentlessly.

Tina's whole body went rigid.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."

"Yes," I moaned against her. "Let me feel you. Cum for me."

She exploded.

Her back arched completely off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm tore through her. I felt her walls pulse and clench around my fingers, felt the flood of wetness coat my hand. She was screaming. Actually screaming my name. And the sound of it made me so wet I thought I might come untouched.

I kept my mouth on her, sucking gently, drawing out every last tremor until she finally collapsed back against the bed panting and shaking.

I withdrew my fingers slowly and brought them to my mouth, licking them clean. Then I crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

She kissed me back hungrily, her hands finding my breasts, squeezing and kneading while our mouths moved together. I reached between her thighs and she reached between mine and we touched each other, rubbing our clits in slow circles, smiling into each other's mouths as we panted and moaned and trembled.

Then Tina pushed me.

Gently but firmly. I fell back onto the bed and she followed me down, positioning herself on top of me. She grabbed my leg and lifted it, hooking it over her shoulder. Then she spread her own legs and lowered herself until our pussies were pressed together.

The moment our wet folds made contact we both gasped.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. Slick and hot and so sensitive I could feel every inch of her against me. Our wetness mixed together, making obscene squishing sounds as she began to move.

Slowly at first.

She held my leg steady, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had us both moaning. I could feel her clit rubbing against mine, could feel the friction building with every movement. My hands flew to her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

Tina's hand slid between us and found our clits. She rubbed both of us at the same time, her fingers slick with our combined wetness. The added stimulation made my vision blur.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Oh fuck..."

We were both close. I could feel it. Could feel the tension building in both of us, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Tina began to ride me harder. Faster. Our wet slick slapping together with every movement, the sound filling the room along with our moans. I matched her rhythm, lifting my hips to meet hers, grinding against her with everything I had.

Her fingers found our clits again and rubbed. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

"Fuck!" Tina screamed.

We came together.

Both of us at the exact same moment. Our bodies seizing, our backs arching, our mouths falling open on screams that echoed off the walls. I felt my walls clench and pulse against hers, felt the flood of wetness pour out of both of us, soaking the sheets beneath us.

Tina didn't stop.

She kept riding through our orgasms, grinding against me, rubbing our sensitive clits together until we were both trembling and gasping and begging for mercy.

Finally she collapsed on top of me, both of us panting hard, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

Then she slid down my body and put her mouth between my thighs.

She licked me clean. Tongue sliding through my folds, lapping up every drop of wetness, humming against me like I was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

I returned the favor.

I pushed her onto her back and buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking and savoring every drop of her. She tasted like heaven. Like sin. Like everything I had ever wanted and didn't know I needed.

When we were both clean we crawled back together and kissed.

Deep. Slow. Tasting ourselves on each other's tongues. Tasting the mix of us together. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, touching and squeezing and exploring while we panted into each other's mouths.

Finally we pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, both of us smiling.

"That," I whispered, "was intermediate?"

Tina's smile was wicked.

"That was intense."

She brushed a strand of hair from my face, her eyes dark and hungry.

"Wait until you see advanced."