Studying... Hands On

Vanessa stared at her notes, the words blurring together. Professor Simon noticed her frustration and asked what she was stuck on. She admitted the word 'cunnilingus' was new to her. Without breaking his tone he stood up, locked the office door, and told her to sit on the edge of his desk. He slid her thighs apart and eased her panties down her legs. When his mouth found her, the first slow lick made her forget every other word she'd ever learned. He kept the pressure even, wet heat circling her clit, the point of his tongue tracing shapes that made her hips twitch. She grabbed the wooden edge of the desk, breath shortening, the air thick with paper and heat and his steady, deliberate attention.