Professor Caspar Traugott.
Salome hummed contently, her eyes now a bottomless black as she watched him lavish her chest, “Mm.” her head rolled back, reveling in the sensation of his mouth on her skin. She looked down to watch him undo the top half of her shirt, licking her lips at the sight of him doing it; she wondered how his mouth would feel on the rest of her torso, the thought sent shivers through her. This man was so deliciously torturous, it was a bit ridiculous that he could get such a reaction out of her.
A gasp of surprise, followed by a feral snarl was what came from her when she found herself suddenly straddling the man. She looked down at him, her hands rubbing his shoulders and her bit her lip as he thrust up to grind against her. Her nails dug into his skin through his shirt, “Caspar...” she whispered, shuddering at the primal noises coming from his lips. Her hips were now rocking down to meet his, the friction sending shock waves of anticipation through her as her tongue darted out to taste the inside of his mouth, wanting to get lost in him.
Caspar gasped wetly against her lips, rolling his hips up into hers. She was intoxicating; the smell of her skin as he nosed at the junction between her shoulder and her neck where her scent was pooled heavy and sweet, her colouring, the dusting of light freckles across her chest that he could only see when he pulled her top down a few extra inches with his teeth.
God. He could breathe her in forever. She was stunning. He dipped his head further down and pulled her shirt aside, licking her nipple over the rough material of her lacy bra. He teased her like that for a few seconds before he met her eye and fingered her bra aside, wrapping his lips around her nipple and teasing it until it was hard against his tongue. He was rubbing circles in the small of her back, his large hand spanning it entirely, just revelling in the silkiness of her unblemished skin. “Salome-” He groaned circling his hips against hers, already half hard from making out as if he were a teenager all over again.
…. You look like a Circus Ring Master.
(Source: moustachetv)
Err .. I hope so, sir?
This is weird — you’re being supportive.
Yes. I’ve nominated myself as your life mentor.
(Source: mistressluckless)
