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JPOV
The sexual tension in the room was a thick sticky fog that threatened to consume us both.
I was so ready to fuck him or for him to fuck me, I hadn't really thought about the semantics, having only ever used toys and my own fingers to pleasure myself.
I wasn't a kid, for fuck sake. I was nearly nineteen. Well, in seven months anyway.
He tasted so fucking sweet. I wanted to lick him all over before I tasted his sweet nectar down my throat.
I was going to push every button, so I purposely brushed up against him as I worked my magic around his kitchen.
I bent down low when I 'accidently' dropped things, or stretched more than I needed to when reaching into a cupboard so I showed him a sliver of tanned skin between my Chef whites and my low hung jeans.
I knew he was squirming, but he kept hold of his self control.
Fuck!
"Hmm, this roulade is fucking exquisite," he hummed as he licked his fingers of the hazelnut cream, sucking each digit into his mouth. The tables had been turned without me realising it and now I was the one squirming.
Before he could suck his little finger, I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around the tip of his finger before plunging it into my mouth.
"Mmm... fucking delicious," I whimpered.
I felt him tense as he snatched his hand from mine. "Lesson's over," he snapped and left the room.