Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“No.” I met his eyes, full of wanting. “Do you have to go back to work?”

“I should.” He shrugged. “But I don’t want to.”

I bit my lip, tracing the wet rim of my water glass. “What if I asked you to come back to my room?”

Nico half stood, waving at the waiter. “Check!”

“Shhh!” I begged him to be quiet. Cara Lucia was home and while she was, thankfully, hard of hearing, she wasn’t completely deaf. I’d had to sneak him in, up the back stairway, which happened to be right next to my room. Lucky me. The other students weren’t so fortunate-two of them had been caught already this year sneaking paramours into their rooms and one had actually been asked to leave. He couldn’t seem to stop inviting women to his room. I definitely didn’t want to be kicked out-real estate was at a premium and rooms were hard to find for students.

“Sorry,” he apologized, catching me in his arms as I shut the door. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Do you want some coffee?” I headed for my little kitchenette, petting Jezebel on the way. She had come out to investigate the intruder, sniffing at Nico’s pant leg as he followed me. Cara Lucia’s rooms were designed for exchange students. We had our own bath and shower in each, but just a kitchenette-no stove but a small refrigerator, hot plate, a little table and two chairs.

“I have tea. Some juice?”

“I don’t want anything but you.” Nico sat on one of the chairs, scratching Jezebel behind the ears. “Come here.”

I did and he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, nuzzling my belly as Jezebel twined around our legs.

Nico sighed dreamily. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

I relented, following the slope of his shoulders, feeling the muscles there, as he looked up at me, smiling. “So your mother and sisters seemed surprised you brought a woman home.”

He shrugged. “I don’t do it often.”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head, his eyes bright with humor. “Are you a witch?”

“Sometimes.” I grinned. “And here I thought I’d converted you.”

“No.” He chuckled. “But a woman like you could definitely convert a gay man.”

“You like what you see?”

His gaze moved over my breasts, outlined by the tight fit of my sweater. “Very much.”

“It’s different in the day time.” We had seen so little of each other in his room. The experience had been just flesh and heat and sensation.

“Yes,” he agreed.

He kissed me, his mouth soft and open, drawing me in. I let him explore with his tongue, let his hands roam over the soft material of my sweater, even let him rub the seam of my jeans between my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, lifting my sweater to feather kisses around my navel. I pulled my sweater off over my head, revealing a pale, pink bra underneath. He smiled and teased my dark nipples through the sheer material, making them harden. I bit my lip as he slid his hands up to my waist and pulled me closer, his tongue lapping at my nipples through my bra, making wet spots.

“I want to see all of you.”

I let him undress me, my jeans joining my sweater on the floor. The panties matched the bra-I had put them on with the forethought that he might end up seeing them today-and he licked along the top edge of the elastic, making me shiver with anticipation.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested, taking his hand and leading him. He was still fully dressed, but I wasn’t having any more of that. I sat on the edge of my bed and he let me undress him, unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his belly. His jeans were next, his cock already nicely tenting his boxers. I knew the feel of it already, but the sight of it was spectacular, the way it curved up toward my mouth when I freed him so inviting I had to take his length between my lips.

“Oh yes,” he whispered, hands in my hair, urging me on. The thick, black nest of his pubic hair tickled my nose as took all of him into my mouth, watching his face change as I began to really suck him. “Oh that’s so good!”

His praise just made me work harder, taking him in my fist too, using both hand and mouth to pleasure him. He began to thrust his hips, easing his swollen length in and out between my lips, reaching down to cup my breast while I sucked him. It was easy to become eager, greedy. It had been so long for me, and having a cock in my mouth made me melt into a puddle of lust.

“Easy,” he urged, sliding his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it over my lips, my waiting tongue. “So hungry.”

“You have no idea.”

He smiled, pushing me back on the bed, the weight of him delightful as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the hard press of his thigh between mine, the wet, shaved lips of my pussy like a hot suction cup against his leg. He groaned softly against my mouth as I began to ride him like that, using the length of his thigh to rub myself off.

His mouth moved down to my breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other, sending shockwaves through my body. I looked down at his dark, curly head in wonder-how had this happened? His hand was wrapped around the length of his cock, not stroking, just squeezing, the mushroom tip red and swollen. It made my mouth water and my pussy clench.

“I want to taste you.”

I didn’t object. He kissed his way down my belly, my breath held, making it concave. Parting my lips with one finger, he began to explore the soft, pink folds of flesh like a maze or a roadmap. I felt his breath on my thighs and spread them wider for him in encouragement. He smiled, kissing the top of my cleft, so near my clit but not quite touching it, making me whimper with anticipation.

“Beautiful,” was the last thing he said before covering my pussy with his mouth.

His tongue flicked gently at my clit, back and forth at first, then in easy circles. I lifted my hips when his fingers found the entrance of my pussy, probing, easing their way in. My flesh swallowed his fingers, eager for more, and he pumped them in and out as he licked me, driving me higher and higher.

“Oh yes!” I cried when he slid in a third, stretching me wide, his mouth fastened over my mound. “Fuck me like that! Harder!”

I heard him moan against my pussy, his fingers moving into me, deep and hard, the motion shaking my whole pelvis, making the bedsprings squeak and my hips rock up to meet his hand. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good I could hardly keep from screaming-and I’d been the one telling him to be quiet!

“Yes, yes, yes!” I twisted my hips, feeling his fingers turning inside of me, his tongue tracing delicious geometry all over the sensitive bud of my clit. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me come all over your face!”

And that’s just what I did, spreading my legs and thrusting up to meet his flickering tongue, his pounding fingers, my orgasm tearing through me like a whirlwind, leaving me shaking in its wake. I was still recovering when he kissed me, letting me taste the musky milk of my pussy on his tongue.

“Tastes good, no?”

I nodded, licking at his lips and chin, making my way down his chest, rolling him to his back. His nipples were hard and I flicked them with my tongue, making him shiver in response, his eyes half-closed, watching my descent.

“Your turn,” I teased, tracing circles around his navel with my fingernail, following the dark treasure trail leading down from belly button to pubic hair. His cock was wet with pre-cum.

“Don’t make me come,” he warned before I’d even taken him into my mouth. “I want your pussy.”

“And she wants you,” I purred, skipping his cock altogether and heading straight for his balls. They were heavy in my hands and I rolled them gently, grazing them with my fingernails. He moaned encouragement when I began to lick them, teasing his sac, watching pre-cum seep from the head of his cock in sticky, clear rivulets.