The sounds of her desperation were far too sexy to stop now. As much as my new dick was throbbing, I didn't want this to end. There would be plenty of time for action later. I had to savor this moment, seeing Violet in such a **** state. I wondered how far I could push her.
Leaning forward just enough, I pulled back my tongue but brought my lips closer to her. She was beautiful down there, and it took everything in me not to **** her with my tongue right then and there. But instead, I gave her a soft, warm exhale, knowing she could feel my hot breath on every inch of skin. She flinched from the sensation.
"D-don't do that," Violet muttered. "J-just make me wet already." She wasn't looking at me, but her bright red cheeks and ragged breath gave away her true feelings. Her strict demeanor had faded away, but she was putting up a brave front still. But I knew how to break down her walls.
I began kissing her again, but not just her thighs. I kissed up and around her mound, up to her hips, and everywhere in between. Everywhere except where she needed it the most.
"Christy..." Violet gasped. "P-please..."
This was definitely a shift in tone from earlier. I wasn't sure if she had ever said please in her life. I backed up, and looked her in the eyes. This time she looked back at me.
I put a single finger right on her opening, just below her clit. "Please?" I asked.
I could tell there were conflicting emotions in her eyes. The prideful grad student wanted to resist me. But the lust in her eyes was too strong.
She broke eye contact, and bashfully looked away. "P-please give it to me," she barely whispered.
I started to pull my hand away. "What was that?" I asked her.
She turned her head, but still looked her eyes away. "P-please give it to me!" She said louder. "I need it." She looked me in the eyes, her face still blushing furiously. "Fuck me, Christy! I'm already wet, damn it! Fuck me now!"
