by Kelsie Spits
Just as quickly as it had started, it was over, with a soft ‘We’ll try again tomorrow,’ he left her trembling, melting into the table.
***
That night Margo lay in bed.
It was a tame fantasy at first, his thumb rubbing soft circles into her skin and keeping her close. That handsome face close enough to hers to smell his cologne.
They were no longer in the stuffy library alcoves that her father had chosen for them to study but he was here with her in her room. She lay on the bed draped in silk shorts that hardly covered anything and a patching camisole. Her hair fell around her in dark waves as she pretended to study whatever book he was talking about.
Mr. Edlund kept smiling at her from her large armchair across the room. That knowing, older smile that he had. The same smile that had her thinking that he might be just as distracted by her as she was by him. Could he see how she couldn’t take her eyes from his hands? It was a thrill every time his gaze dropped from her face to the way her breasts were pushed up by her arms. Even more so when he shifted in his seat adjusting the fit of his pants and his gaze wandered lower. In her mind’s eye she had such a boldness that she rarely was able to emulate in real life.
She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying side to side with a purpose, her hand reaching his shoulder when she was close enough to push him back further into that chair. His lap warm and inviting as she straddled him, settling comfortably until she could feel his hardness through his slacks. He wanted her. Her breath hitched in her chest, her hands sliding softly down his arms until she could find his hands, twining their fingers together. She placed his strong hands on her waist and let go, hoping that was the initiative that he might need.
He leaned forward, circling his arms around her tightly and pulling her closer. She could feel his breath on her chest, washing over her skin. She could smell his aftershave. His nose ran a trail up her collarbone and the side of her neck, placing a soft kiss to the corner of her jaw. His steel eyes were hooded as they lifted to hers, breathing was already growing difficult. Warm fingers massaged circles down her back until he could round them over the curve of her ass, squeezing softly. Her skin was still tender from the spanking earlier so his ministrations felt soothing.
Margo’s hand slipped underneath her covers. One hand up inside of her shirt, massaging her breast imagining that it was another hand in place of her own. The other slipped between her legs, rubbing her middle finger along her slit like he had been doing earlier, only delving deeper when her vision shifted.
She had always heard her friends talking about their exploits. They were anything but shy, about the men that they allowed to use them and how. The different positions that their bodies had been contorted into and which they found the most exciting. Margo borrowed one now, her hands pinned up above her exposed torso with one arm, her camisole had been ripped away and lay somewhere on the bed beside her. Mr. Edmund’s other hand between her bent legs, mimicking close to her own movements.
Margo had very rarely ever pleasured herself before. She just hadn’t found the proper inspiration she supposed. Her hips lifted to meet her hand as she circled that treasured bundle of nerves lazily.
The sound of his aroused breathing was making her wet, his fingers seemed to go everywhere other than where she wanted them to and it was driving her insane. Every time her hips lifted in desire he shifted again, teasing her on purpose.
‘Please,’ she begged ‘Please...ah-’ whatever her next words would have been cut off by the sensation of his index finger penetrating her. Margo’s eyes snapped open as he started to work his hand inside of her, establishing a rhythm. She had never felt anything like it before, when he added the second finger she almost came undone. A totally new sensation topped yet again by the rotating of his wrist to allow his thumb to push against her clit. It was more sensation than she knew how to process. Her hips pushed up to meet him with no real order or pace. Margo’s chest heaved as her full lips mouthed something she couldn’t have hoped to understand.
“Would you like your reward now?” He groaned in her ear, and she could only hope to know what he meant. Margo nodded enthusiastically, feeling herself build to that edge. She had tried so many times to make herself cum before, but she had never gotten this close. His lips pressed into any part of her skin that it could reach, and just when she thought that she could take no more, it happened. Color exploded over the insides of her eyes, her muscles locked and her abdomen tensed, holding perfectly still to let those waves of ecstasy roll over her. Relishing each and every second of it with nothing but him filling her head.
*****
To say that she was a little anxious about her next tutoring session was an understatement. She hadn’t been able to sit still all day and it had nothing at all to do with the tenderness lingering in her ass. Margo had simply never been so excited to see another man in her life. She could pretend not to have done any of her assignments, and that might prompt him to put his hands on her again, or she could show him that she had been up all night to finish the practice questions that he had set out for her. She was overly curious as to what the rewards for her being a good girl was.
Just thinking about him was making her wet.
She was ready and waiting for him in the study earlier than she should have been. She was wearing tights again with nothing underneath it, but this time she had chosen a tank top with cutouts in very interesting places. It certainly wasn’t at all appropriate but she didn’t care. If he put his hands on her, she wanted to be able to feel it.
The sessions went on for weeks without him so much as touching her like that again. He kept laying a hand on her shoulder or knee. Infuriatingly, every time that she got closer to him he would pull away. It didn’t stop her trying until one day she had had enough of their flirting. She was tired of him seeing so near to her and letting her rub her foot against his leg and hardly responding. She knew that he felt it too. She knew that it wasn’t something she was reading into. He wanted her. His gaze would linger on her neckline and she knew that he was imagining her breasts. He wanted her, and she meant to have him. She was done waiting.
*****
Edmund arrived much the same as before. Taking care in the way that he deposited his things and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. He moved with such grace it was effortlessly sexy. He knew that she was watching him. She could see the muscles in his back shifting under his shirt, and when he turned to look at her there was that same knowing smile as before.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” Margo said boldly. She didn’t care at all that she wasn’t supposed to, or that it was wrong, or that it might upset him. She was breaking his little ‘lady decorum’ rule and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.
“I had a dream about you…” She continued, shifting in her seat as his eyes washed over her. “Do you want to hear it?”
Mr. Edmund pulled his chair closer to her. He moves his knee to force hers apart so that he can be just that much closer to her, leaning in so close that she could smell his cologne. “No,” the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk and she shivered.
“You have to feel this too .... Did you have a dream about me last night?” her tongue ran over the swell of her top lip and she leaned closer until she could feel his breath. She wanted him to kiss her. More than anything and he hadn’t mentioned studying not even once.
“I had something, I’ll admit to that much. You are very beautiful.”
“Thank you, I know.”
His hand collided with the inside of her thigh lightly but sharply and she hissed in surprise.
“Then you go and run off at the mouth like that.”
Unless she was crazy, he almost sounded like he was impressed with her for pushing boundaries. “Then give me something else to do with my mouth.” Margo whispered, her hands running up his thighs until she could feel the strain near his zipper. That couldn’t possibly be comfortable for him, and as he wasn’t stopping her - s
he moved for the button to his pants.
She felt impossibly sexy, his eyes trained on her like that. She felt powerful, that a man like him would want her. That he would be so attracted to her that she could do whatever she wanted. She wanted to know if he could be soft, as well as the discipline that she had already seen.
Margo pushed the chair back with her foot and slid into the space between his thighs silently, undoing the zipper slowly. She had never actually touched one before, she had never wanted to. Now she wanted nothing more than to feel his cock in her hands. To see what it felt like, to hear his reactions. She wanted to know what he tasted like. She had made up her mind about it yesterday. She wanted him to be her first and she was going to do anything that she needed to, to make that a reality.
Her heart was hammering in her chest as he let her pull him free from his pants. He groaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of him. He was huge, she had never done this before, it was such a powerful, heady feeling. Margo pressed her lips softly against his head, letting her manicured hand slide up and down the length of him slowly, increasing her grip as she moved. Edmund’s head rolled backward. Margo ran her tongue the length of the underside of him. Her lips encircled him as she reached the top of him and slowly took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
“Oh, Margo-” Edmund moaned, her thighs pushed together, her body was on fire, if this was what arousal was she had been missing out her whole life. He hadn’t even touched her, not really. Margo was working up to a rhythm, learning what movements of her tongue would bring about the loudest reaction from him. Fuck she liked hearing him groan.
Edmund moved to sit up, watching her work and keeping his eyes locked on her bright blue ones, she wanted him to approve. She wanted so badly to make him say her name again. Edmund’s hand moved to cup the side of her face, guiding her motions how he wanted them.
“Just like that,” Edmund’s head rolled back again as his eyes shut. It was nearly impossible to take her eyes off of him. The heat was building in her body, she wasn’t going to last much longer without his hands on her. As if he could read her mind, his fingers slowly worked up into the waves of her hair and when it reached the crown, closed in a tight fist around her hair and pulled tightly, forcing her head backward and away from his cock.
Edmund swallowed hard, accessing her with a level gaze as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted her first. She could see the way he was drinking her in, hungry for more and battling with a thin layer of self control that was rapidly fading away.
“Was that in your dream?” Edmund spoke in a tone like gravel or fresh coffee. Neither things that she had found so appealing before. Margo rubbed her lips together slowly, she could still taste him as she shook her ‘no’ softly.
“No? Then what was?” His voice dropped lower as he pulled her closer to him. Lifting until she had to climb onto his lap but he refused to let her weight settle over him. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to know what he felt like between her thighs. Margo’s breathing quickened.
“Was it something with the two of us like this?”
“Mmm...nope,” Margo sighed. Edmund’s free hand moved to her waist, sliding around her slowly, his index finger running the line of bare skin between her waistband and her tank top for a moment and then lower over the round of her ass and he gripped her tightly.
He massaged her skin with a possessive hold, keeping her close until her body was pressed tightly against his chest. Fuck he felt so nice against her, like they were meant to be fit together like this. Margo’s hands ran down the planes of his chest, feeling the muscles there. She was lowered slowly, feeling him pressing against her. Their bodies only separated by her thin tights, and he lowered her face to his.
“Well, tell me what your dream was?” Edmund asked again softly.
“It was ah-” pink flushed her cheeks, heating her core as she found herself too embarrassed to say. Her hips squirmed onto of him, feeling him against her center accidentally. She couldn’t clamp her thighs together now, there was no running away from the feelings.
“If you tell me, perhaps I can make your dream come true.” Edmund’s forehead pressed into hers.
“First, you kissed me,” Margo breathed. It wasn’t the truth but it was what she wanted more than anything. Edmund grinned, releasing his hold on her hair and kissed her softly. Margo felt like she was melting into him. He pulled her closer until she hardly had any room to breath and if she never did again, she was certain to be fine with it.
His hand cupped the side of her face, the other sliding up the back of her shirt. Gooseflesh breaking along the lines of exposed skin to cool air when otherwise she felt like she was about to burst into flames.
Pulling away for breath her chin lifted, her words hardly more than a gasp, “Then you kissed my neck…” He made a path from her lips down the outside of her jawline, lingering there for a moment to scrape his teeth against her skin. Margo shivered and he kissed lower, keeping her pulled close. Her heart was hammering in her throat, his lips felt so good against her skin.
His gray eyes turned upward to her, “And then?”
She was having trouble drawing enough breath to answer him.
“And then…” Margo breathed, attempting to make words leave her mouth but his hand worked around her torso and slid up her stomach until he could hold her breast in his hand, massaging soft circles into her skin and it felt really nice. “Then you..uhm.”
“We’re going to have to teach you how to ask for what you want.” Edmund laughed into the skin of her neck.”Could it have been something like this?” He lifted her onto the table by her hips and dropped his hands to her tights, ripping them open easily.
His index finger running softly between her legs like the day they first met but without the barrier. Thankful more than ever that she had chosen to be brazen with her lack of underthings afterall. His finger teased her, running along that line and spreading her wetness over her skin. Circling her clit as her eyes rolled back. Words were impossible, her breathing caught entirely as his lips moved lower. Forcing her tank top out of the way so that his tongue could flick the hardened peak of her nipple. Edmund sunk one finger inside of her slowly, Margo's hands gripped his shoulders as he fingered her, willing herself to relax but it felt so fucking good. She wanted more of him.
Her moans grew louder as she got closer, he added a second finger inside of her without warning and the stretching feeling was almost overwhelming. Nothing had ever been inside of her like that before. His strong fingers working her closer to that edge. She liked him watching her like that. "Please" she begged "please I want you, sir, please"
He needed no further coaxing. His hand was coated in her, she had never been more ready for something in her life. She had thought perhaps that she would have had some steamy hookup sooner or later in her life where passion would steal her away, but this was so much better. This was exactly what she wanted. Edmund positioned himself in front of her, replacing his fingers with the head of him. It wasn't fast, like she was expecting. It was a slow burn, the stretching he was forcing her body to do. Past the resistance of her virginal body. Something she hoped to never be able to say about herself again after tonight.
He eased himself into her slowly, stopping after his head. Margo’s eyes snapped open ‘Wha-why did you…”
"Is this your first time?"
Margo nodded, hoping that didn't mean he would stop.
"Then you will be only mine?"
Her breath caught in her throat as she nodded again, wrapping her arms around his neck as he leaned the two of them backward into the table.
"Say you're mine."
It was all that she had wanted since she had met him. The main thing that she thought about.
"I'm yours," Margo gasped, lifting her hips as much as she could, her legs wrapping around his waist as Edmund rocked his hips forward slowly until he was fully inside of her, pausing as his hips met the backs of hers, letting her adjust, s
tretching her to fit only him.
Edmund kissed her passionately until her breathing regulated and he started moving again, his hand grabbing her knee to use as leverage as they found a pace to move together. Working toward that mutual cliff until he moved them, staving the two of them from oblivion for only a moment. Arm banding around Margo’s waist and lifting until she was seated on top of him - it was deeper this way. She took half a second to adjust before her lust took over. He moved her so easily, and she worked his shirt from his body. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, her hands tugging messily until their clothing was a mingled pile on the floor to be forgotten about.
Her body was reacting in ways that she didn’t know were possible. Edmund’s tongue trailed from her neck down between her breasts, her nipple pinched between his fingers. He rolled the sensitive skin until he could take erect nipple into his mouth. Nippling lightly at the skin to the sounds of her pleasure.
She wanted his hands everywhere at once. It wasn’t possible but she had never wanted anything more. Every time that he touched her brought a new sensation. Each flick of his tongue over her skin drove her wild.
“Cum for me Margo,” His hands dropped to her hips, keeping her riding him, moving her hips in firm circles. She was so close, she was going to fall off the edge. Her thoughts were all a jumble inside her head. She didn’t even know if she could. She had only ever cum before by herself, and it wasn’t all that often even then.
Then it happened.
Live wires replaced her skin as she came apart. Her head fell back and her fits clung to his shirt. Edmund had no mercy, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing lazy circles around her, drawing her orgasm higher. She wanted to feel like this forever, so much better than what her vibrator was capable of giving to her she came undone in his strong arms. Edmund never stopped, driving into her as wave after wave rolled through her. Her walls tightened around him, his grip on her body almost cruel to keep himself from joining her. Not just yet.