Chapter 461: Beautiful Sheet Mornings

He sucked gently at the soft

inner

flesh, leaving fresh red marks that bloomed instantly, then moved to the other side—mirror image—kissing, licking, tasting the faint sheen of sweat and the thick, glossy rivulets of slick that had leaked down her thighs overnight and all morning.

Every lap made more slick gush from her cunt—hot, messy, dripping in slow, sticky strings onto the sheet right beneath her throbbing clit.

Her breathing turned shallow. Quick. Tiny, broken whimpers leaking out with every exhale, ass cheeks rippling and jiggling with each desperate little grind against the mattress, trying to chase friction she couldn’t quite reach.

He kissed the backs of her

thighs—long,

wet drags of his tongue up the sensitive hollow behind each knee, then higher, until his lips brushed the very bottom curve of her ass cheeks again.

She arched harder—ass lifting high, cheeks spreading wide—offering her soaked, throbbing pussy and tight pink asshole completely, shamelessly.

He kissed there too—soft, reverent presses right along the crease, tongue flicking out to taste the thick, sweet slick that had leaked down from her swollen pussy and coated her ring.

The scent of her hit him like a drug—sharp, sweet, intoxicating, addictive—making his cock throb violently against the towel, the fat head leaking thick ropes of pre-cum that soaked through the fabric in dark, sticky patches, the outline of his shaft now obscene against the white terry.

Patricia moaned louder—voice cracking, muffled but desperate.

"

Phei~

"

Not asleep.

Wide awake.

Begging without saying the words.

He smiled against her skin.

Pressed one last slow, sucking kiss to the underside of her right ass cheek—teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp and squirt a tiny hot jet onto the sheet—then dragged his tongue in a long, flat, possessive stripe up the center of her crack, stopping just short of her tight pink asshole.

She shuddered—full-body—ass cheeks quivering and rippling as she pushed back toward his mouth, thighs shaking violently, cunt clenching visibly so another thick strand of cream dripped free.

"Please..." she whispered, voice wrecked, sleepy, needy. "Don’t tease... wake me up

properly

..."

He kissed the small of her back again—soft, lingering—then nipped the skin lightly, making her gasp.

"Thought you were sleeping, teacher," he rasped, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned over her, towel-covered cock

grinding

once, slow and filthy, against her ass crack so she could feel every thick, veined inch dragging along her soaked slit.

"Didn’t want to disturb you."

She turned her head on the pillow—eyes half-lidded, dark, molten, pupils blown wide, lips parted on shallow pants, mascara from last night still faintly smudged under her eyes like war paint.

"I’m awake," she breathed, voice trembling. "Been awake since you left the bed. Been lying here...

dripping

... waiting for you to come back and kiss me awake... fuck me awake actually."

Her hips rolled—slow, filthy, deliberate—ass lifting higher, cheeks spreading wider so he could see everything: the swollen, flushed lips of her pussy parted and glossy, inner folds creamy and fluttering helplessly, fat clit throbbing visibly, a thick strand of slick stretching from her entrance to the ruined sheet like obscene silk.

"Kiss me

everywhere

," she whispered, voice cracking with raw vulnerability and need. "Make me feel you... please... I need your tongue on my cunt, on my ass—please wake your teacher up with your

mouth—"

Phei groaned low in his throat—raw, possessive, almost pained—and lowered his mouth again.

This time he kissed the backs of her thighs—slow, open-mouthed, tongue tracing every sensitive inch—working upward until his lips brushed the very bottom curve of her ass once more.

Then higher.

Soft, reverent kisses along the cleft—teasing, denying—until his tongue finally flicked out, feather-light at first, against her tight ass crack.

Patricia moaned—loud, broken, shameless—ass cheeks quivering and rippling as she pushed back harder, forcing her crack against his tongue.

"

Yes

—

there

—

please

—kiss me there—taste me—lick your teacher’s ass—"

He did.

Slow, worshipful laps—wet, warm circles—tongue pressing firmer, circling wider, then pushing inside just enough to make it wink and flutter open greedily around the intrusion. Her slick dripped down from her cunt in thick, glossy rivers.

He sucked gently, tongue fucking in shallow, filthy thrusts while his big hands spread her cheeks wider, thumbs kneading the soft, jiggling flesh so her ass bounced and rippled with every desperate roll of her hips.

She sobbed—soft, desperate—hips rolling in tiny frantic circles, grinding her ass against his tongue while her cunt gushed harder, clit throbbing untouched and leaking fresh squirt in short, messy pulses.

"

More

—

please

—don’t stop—wake your teacher up with your tongue—please—lick my dripping cunt too—

please

—"

He kissed higher—back up her spine—slow trail of open-mouthed worship—until he reached the nape of her neck again, sucking a fresh, bruising mark while his towel-covered cock ground slow and filthy between her spread cheeks, the thick ridge dragging along her soaked slit and swollen clit, soaking the towel completely.

Then he

rolled

her gently onto her back.

She went willingly—legs falling open wide, camisole riding higher to bunch under her heavy tits, exposing the swollen, flushed lips of her pussy completely to the morning light. Her clit peeked out—

fat, dark-red, engorged to bursting—

throbbing visibly, slick strings stretching from her parted inner folds to her inner thighs like obscene webs.

Phei braced above her—hands planted beside her head—cock straining so hard against the towel the fabric was soaked dark at the front, the fat head outlined perfectly, leaking pre-cum in thick beads that dripped onto her stomach and pooled in her navel.

He leaned down.

Kissed her forehead—soft, reverent.

Her eyelids—closed, trusting.

The tip of her nose.

Her cheeks—left, then right.

The corner of her mouth.

And finally—slow, deep, passionate—her

lips.

She moaned into his mouth—loud, needy—arms looping around his neck, pulling him down, legs wrapping tight around his waist so her bare, dripping pussy pressed hot and slick against the towel-covered ridge of his cock.

Her swollen lips parted around the thick bulge, clit grinding hard against the soaked fabric, smearing her cream and fresh squirt all over the front of his towel in glossy, filthy streaks.

"Wake me up

properly

," she whispered against his lips, voice trembling, broken with need. "Kiss me until I can’t breathe... then fuck me until I scream your name and squirt all over your cock again."

Phei groaned—low, wrecked, almost feral—and kissed her harder.

Deeper.

Claiming her mouth with filthy, possessive strokes of his tongue while he rocked his hips in slow, grinding circles, letting her soaked cunt drag and cling along every inch of his towel-covered shaft, her clit throbbing and pulsing against him, ass cheeks rippling beneath her as she rolled up to meet every filthy grind, thighs quaking.

The river glittered beyond the glass and the city woke up around them—slow, indifferent, beautiful.

No rush.

Just slow, filthy, worshipful kisses—and the promise of more.

For now. 😈