She was nearly choking on the length of him, oblivious, focused only on the surge and ripple that was beginning to bubble to her surface. Without losing his rhythm, one of his fingers slid upward, finding the small, puckered hole of her ass and pressing there, just lightly. The naughty surprise of it sent her quivering and moaning directly to some incredible summit-sent them both, David exploding like a molten volcano in her mouth-and she found herself swallowing the burning heat of him again and again as she whimpered and shuddered against his length.

She was suddenly glad for their position, thankful he couldn't see her face, which she pressed into his belly, hiding as she rolled off him to the side. His hand found her hair and stroked her-shoulder, arm, side, thigh. She found her breath returning with her senses. The taste of him burned at the back of her throat, and she wanted to tell him something, but couldn't find any words.

"Come here." He pulled at her until she maneuvered herself around to put her head on his chest and her leg up over his. He kissed her forehead, once, twice, and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to cover them both. "Are you ok? Are you cold?"

They were two different questions, but she said, "Yes" to both anyway, unsure, and snuggled closer. "I have to go soon."

"I know. Your parents, who are paying me to teach you geometry, are expecting you home for dinner, I imagine," he said smartly and she giggled.

"Should I tell him I already ate?" she teased, running her hand under the blanket and over his belly down toward his flaccid penis.

"That's a beastly idea." He snorted, then groaned as her small, soft hand squeezed a little life into him. "I think we need to keep this to ourselves, luv."

"So first geometry, then…. this?" she asked, hopefully, pressing her breasts into his side and enjoying the response between his legs, a slow but steady stiffening.