Cynthia’s hands flew down the front of Caius’s shirt and it fell open. For a second, he thought she might have ripped it open but she had just undone his buttons too fast for his eyes to follow.
Cynthia dipped her head then to press her lips against his skin, peppering it with kisses before she went back up to kiss his shoulder which she also exposed. She even sucked on his skin quite a bit before pulling back only a little so she could stare back into Caius’s eyes.
He t her stare and then lunged forward to claim her lips. Cynthia lifted her other leg and wrapped it around Caius’s waist at which point he had both his hands grabbing her ass to both keep her up his body and also feel the wonder of it.
He stroked his fingers—mostly his thumb—across the silky material that was keeping him away from direct contact with Cynthia’s skin. At first, he didn’t mind, and then he did and lifted her gown to slip his hands underneath it.
He touched her underwear next but that would never deter him and so, pushing past the thin straps—which snapped against the back of his hands as though securing him—he now had his hands placed against her delectable ass.
Cynthia let out a gasp when she felt his touch on her ass so direct and then she chuckled a bit, smiling quite wide as she struck forward and attacked his neck with a kiss. As she did, she humped herself against him. She was balanced in a way that placed her crotch against Caius’s hardening cock so it faced the brunt of her humping. Not that Caius would ever complain, of course.
Cynthia worked her mouth from his neck to his lips but before she got lost in the engagent of their tongues, she pulled back a bit and grabbed Caius’s lower lip between her teeth.
She took care not to bite down painfully hard and only pulled back a bit before she took the lip into her mouth to suck on. She did the sa thing to his upper lip and Caius groaned through it all. Never in pain and always in pleasure.
His fingers had sunk into the ample flesh of Cynthia’s asscheeks which he began to mold and knead much to the Combat Magic Professor’s moaning delight.
With every squeeze of her ass, she sucked especially hard on either of Caius’s lips she was on at the mont. When she eventually pulled away, she opened her mouth and let her breath wash over his face before trailing her tongue out of her mouth to lick at his lips gently.
She did the lick twice more, always with a smile that showed she had an intent. Caius knew what the intent was; She was trying to bait him to let out his tongue to join hers.
With a smile and a particularly hard clench of both his hands on her ass, he succumbed to her intent. Though he never planned to resist anyway.
The mont his tongue left his mouth, Cynthia closed her lips around it and sucked it hard into her mouth. She sucked on it as hard and as much as she could, pushing her mouth into Caius’s in the process like her goal was to swallow the entirety of his tongue.
Caius’s body reacted favorably to all that. His blood pumped especially hard through him though most of it was directed at his cock that grew so hard, it began to push against the insides of his pants enough to cause him pain. He welcod the pain though. It added sothing to the mont. It added an angst of sorts that increased his drive for more.
Cynthia took her legs off from around his waist as they had been and she leaned the entirety of her weight against Caius’s body so every part of him could be pressed against the wall behind him. She placed both her hands on his chest, digging in almost hard enough to draw blood as she raked down his front.
While one hand never went further down past his abs, her other hand touched his waistband which she pulled at, and then worked her hand down to cup his bulge and rub against it.
She was insistent in her rubbing and she smiled around Caius’s tongue at the groans that left his lips at her actions.
In retaliation, Caius pressed his thigh in-between her legs and pressed up directly against her mound that was already moistening due to their actions thus far.
Cynthia let out a moan imdiately in reaction to him and it only got deeper when Caius began to move his lower half forward and back to rub up against her even more. It got so intense for her that Cynthia couldn’t even stroke against his hard-on and just grabbed onto it as though for support.
When Caius took his thigh away, Cynthia let out a sigh of disappointnt that turned into a gasp of delight almost imdiately after because Caius replaced his thigh with his hand.
With one hand still secured by the strap of her underwear and still squeezing her asscheeks, Caius used his other hand to push aside Cynthia’s gown to touch against her panty-covered crotch. It was moist with her juices and the volu of liquid only increased when Caius’s nimble fingers moved up and down her covered slit.
When that wasn’t enough for him—though it already had Cynthia trembling—Caius pushed aside the flimsy piece of cover her panties provided so he could brush up against her pussy lips directly.
He slid his index and middle fingers in between the labia and stroked across the opening, causing Cynthia to jerk her lower half against him, instinctively driven to get his fingers even deeper.
It was at this point that so academically attuned sensibility returned to Cynthia’s head and she began to rethink what she and Caius were engaging in.
The kiss had been easy to accept and get lost in. She would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been wanting it and that getting it hadn’t scratched a satisfactory itch in her brain. But she had never thought of things going this far.
With the kiss, she could still delude herself with the idea that she had control over the situation but they were approaching territories she hadn’t ever been in before.
Sure, she may have stroked herself down there a few tis—she had lived many decades after all, and without a partner, such monts of seeking self relief were bound to happen—but those tis had never turned her mind to mush. They had felt good but not this good. Never this good. And they had never been preceded or followed by this much introspection.
While she was having these thoughts, Cynthia hadn’t lost touch with her body—that was impossible—so she knew the exact mont Caius took the one hand still on her ass off and used it to pull down the strap of her gown and let it fall down her arm so one of her breasts could be freed.
He grabbed the freed breast and squeezed it, drawing moans from Cynthia’s lips. The moans were increased and deepened when he dipped his head and took the nipple that topped it into his mouth to suck on.
Cynthia raised both her hands and grabbed the back of Caius’s head, pulling him against her breast and ensuring the suckling of her nipple continued while she moaned close to his ear.
And that was kinda the endpoint of all her introspection. She was worried about how far this could go but could not bring herself to put a stop to it.
She just never could.
It was feeling too good.
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