Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock

... &#034Oh, well then,&#034 he said. And his eyelids popped wide open. He rolled me over quickly. Then he was on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head on the bed. Then he ground his erection into me. &#034We'll have to do something about that.&#034 I laughed. &#034Yeah, Professor. Teach me.&#034 &#034You gonna wear a sexy school girl outfit and work for an A?&#034 I laughed again. &#034If that's what you want.&#034 &#034Nope. I like you this way just fine.&#034 Jean-Luc kissed me quickly on the lips. He kissed down my jaw, playfully nipping and biting. He sucked on my neck. I thought he was going to give me a hickey, when I felt the rough suction on the skin, but he didn't. He soothed the spot he had tortured and moved on. He blew a raspberry in the skin near my armpit. Then Jean-Luc licked into the notch where my collarbones met, as if he were drinking from the purest water and he was dying of thirst. Famished. Starved. Ravenous. He looked up at me and his expression was dark, needy. He was panting. &#034Ready for more, baby?&#034 Oh yeah. I nodded. He brushed his lips over the tops of my breasts, barely touching me. He licked down the valley between my breasts, lavishing, laving, loving, but still the lightest of caresses. I arched up into him. &#034Like that?&#034 &#034Mm-hmm.&#034 &#034More?&#034 &#034Yes, please.&#034 &#034So polite.&#034 He took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, and I screamed. He stopped. &#034Too hard?&#034 ...

... &#034Maybe, I don't know. Too intense. Like stars breaking everywhere.&#034 He smiled at me. &#034Poor baby,&#034 he said sarcastically. He kissed the other nipple, and flicked his tongue across it. &#034Jean-Luc!&#034 I yelled. &#034That's J.L. to you, baby,&#034 he said. He went back to kissing one nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. Oh my God. I was soaking, shaking. Can a girl come this way? I reached for his cock, but my arms were too short. I needed to touch him. &#034Stop,&#034 I said. He stopped immediately and looked at me. &#034Sensitive?&#034 he asked. &#034Yes, no, yes. I don't know.&#034 He smiled at me. &#034Well that's clear.&#034 &#034I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now.&#034 &#034You are touching me.&#034 &#034I need to touch you...down there.&#034 &#034Say it, Marcy.&#034 My cheeks burned. &#034Say it.&#034 &#034I'd like to touch your penis,&#034 I whispered. He laughed softly. &#034Noooooo,&#034 he drew out the word. Ut-oh. I put my hand over my eyes for a second, flooded with nerves. I peeked out through my fingers; Jean-Luc was waiting. I took a deep breath. I could do this. &#034I want your cock,&#034 I said. &#034Let me do what I did yesterday morning.&#034 He rolled off me, quickly. &#034Okay, if you insist.&#034 &#034I need the practice.&#034 &#034It's in the way that you use it,&#034 he sang. I didn't know the song. &#034So don't ever abuse it. Don't let go-oh-oh.&#034 &#034Want me to use it?&#034 I asked. He looked at me from ...