Page 5 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Polly

H oly.

Fuck.

I didn’t know that having someone fuck me could feel like this. I didn’t know an orgasm could offer pleasure from my toes to my damn eyeballs, yet here I am. I melt against the bed as the last few waves of pleasure wash over me.

I’m exhausted, spent, devoured, and somehow, I don’t think we’re anywhere close to being done.

“You did such a great job,” Noelle says. She climbs up onto the bed, straddles me. Our bras touch each other as she leans down to kiss me. “Taste yourself, baby,” she says, and I do. I taste my pussy on her mouth, and I grab her hair, tugging her closer.

I want all of this.

Everything.

I need it.

She grinds down against me, and I want more. Even though I just came, I’m already aching with need. Another orgasm. That’s what I want. Another.

“I think you need to come again,” she says, sliding off me. She rests next to me on the bed. I’m on my back and she’s on her side, facing me. She runs a finger from my cleavage all the way down to my pussy and back up again. I want to take off my bra. I want to take off hers.

“I’ve never come twice,” I say, admitting a secret I’ve never shared.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Have you?”

“Come twice?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

“And have you made someone else come twice?”

“Absolutely,” she says. “I’m not a selfish lover, although I suspect you’ve been with a few.”

I don’t want her to know this about me because it’s embarrassing.

She’s right, though. I’ve fantasized about being with women before.

I’ve heard the lesbians in the bar I work at talking about their partners.

They always talk about how hot it is to come over and over and over.

“Exhausted” is the word they use. They come until they’re exhausted.

I’ve never, ever gotten to do that.

My previous lovers were fine. I liked them. A few of them, I even loved. Still, I’ve never been sexually tormented until I was falling apart for someone. Not the way they’re describing, anyway.

“I...maybe,” I say.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I’ve been with a few selfish lovers.”

“And what are you going to do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to keep going?” Noelle asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you want another orgasm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want to give me one first?” Noelle lowers her voice like she’s telling me a secret, like she wants me to confide in her, too.

“Yes,” I say. “I want that.” Suddenly, it’s the thing I want even more than coming myself. I want to feel her fall apart for me. This might be a selfish wish. After all, it would please me to please her. Still, I think everything will be okay.

I want to make her come for me.

“Tell me how you like to come,” I say, taking charge, and she smiles.

“There we go. Now you’re asking the right questions. Well, for starters, I like to be naked,” she says. Noelle gestures to her body, and I kiss her mouth while I start to undress her. Soon her bra and panties are gone. I take off my bra, too. Then I look at her big, beautiful breasts.

She reaches for mine.

“Such perfect tits,” she says.

“I like yours.”

“We both have great tits.” Noelle leans down, slides one of my nipples into her mouth, and sucks.

I was already wet. Now I’m even more wet. Now I just need even more.

“I want to make you come,” I say, whispering.

“Good.”

“I have toys,” I say. I don’t know what she likes, but I want to please her.

“Should we use them?” Noelle asks. She watches me. She’s letting me call the shots now, which I think is hot, and fun.

“Yes,” I say. “They’re new. I haven’t used them with anyone else.” Safety first and all of that.

Noelle nods. She waits. I realize I should grab the toys, so I hurry to my top dresser drawer.

“Great hiding place,” she says, teasing, but I don’t mind. I come back with a purple dildo, a pocket rocket, and a few other things.

“I want to make you come with this,” I say, holding up the dildo.

“Good,” she says. Noelle makes herself comfortable on the bed. She lays on her back, bends her knees, and starts rubbing her clit. “Fuck me, Polly.”

So, I do. She’s already completely wet, so I slide the dildo through her wetness. I don’t dip it inside just yet. Noelle watches as I tease the tip of the dildo, pushing it just a little bit into her pussy before pulling it back out.

“Oh, so you like to tease,” she says. She’s out of breath already. Good. I want to see her explode for me. I want to rock her world in so many damn ways, but mostly, I just want to make her feel really, really good.

“Sometimes,” I say.

“I need more, baby.”

I slide the dildo in a little more, about an inch.

“Like this?”

“More,” she says. Noelle thrusts her hips slightly, pushing herself deeper onto the dildo.

“Are you fucking yourself on my toy?” I ask. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She looks so fucking good as she moves herself on the dildo.

“Don’t move,” she says. “I’m close, sweetie. I’m close.”

I hold the dildo in place as Noelle fucks herself on it. She rubs her clit, grabs her breasts, and goes deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I watch, enamored as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

And then she comes for me, all at once, like the world is crashing, and I gasp at how damn sexy she looks. Before her clit is done pulsing, she pushes herself up, wraps her arms around me, and kisses me.

“I’m fucking you all night, Polly,” she says, and I’m really, really okay with that.