"What is it?" Anne asked at the look on Caius’s face.
Caius laughed a little.
"It’s almost silly to think about now but I realize I thought you’d be here for the Break," he said.
"So you could what? Visit?" Anne asked with a curve at the corner of her lips.
"Of course," Caius answered as he stepped closer to her.
"How often did you plan to visit?" Anne asked.
"As often as I could," Caius answered taking another step toward her. They were now separated by less than a foot.
"I think you can be more precise than that, Mr. Von Helsing," Anne said crossing her arms beneath her large breasts as she leaned back a bit to look up into his face while speaking with a voice she usually kept for the classroom.
"Every day," Caius said, "Without the shackles of school, the visit would be the perfect use of my freedom."
"Well, then it’s a sha I won’t be here then," Anne said and she did seem so disappointed.
"Then, I suppose we need to make proper use of the ti we do have," Caius said.
"I agree— Hmph!" Anne started to speak but then Caius’s hands were suddenly cradling her cheeks as he used his thumbs to angle her face just right before bending slightly to capture her lips.
Anne’s arms loosened imdiately and she grabbed the sides of Caius’s jacket, holding him close. Caius dropped one of his hands from her face to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against him which also lifted her from her seat on the edge of the desk.
With his arm securing her, Caius let his hand drop to Anne’s ass which he squeezed through the material of the robe she had on as he felt her large breast press very hard into his chest. He pulled his lips from hers then and attacked her neck to which Anne let out a shaky breath.
Anne’s grip on the sides of his jacket grew tighter and more secure as though she feared to let him go.
"You- You know, it’s not like we’re leaving tomorrow or sothing," she said in a breathy voice.
"So we should take things slow?" Caius paused his sucking of her neck to ask.
"Gods no!" Anne answered imdiately.
"Good," Caius said with a smile as he got back to what he was doing.
A second or so passed during which Anne’s legs went weak at the intensity of the thrills his actions were causing to course through her. And then she found her voice again and continued talking,
"I’m just saying, I see no reason why we can’t do this a few more tis before we depart. I know Lea will— you know, want to say goodbyes herself."
Again, Caius smiled. This ti though he did it against Anne’s skin.
"How many tis is few?" He asked.
"Oh, I don’t know. Ten to twenty tis seems fair," she said and chuckled at the end.
Even she knew that was more than just a few. But it did make sense to her. Those many tis were what she’d need to make the journey she had to and not feel crazy longing throughout.
Caius didn’t laugh though. He just kept his smile as he said,
"Well, if we have that many ahead of us, we’d best start now. And we better keep count."
"Oh please, why keep count?" Anne said, "Once we reach it we’ll know..."
’Probably after another ten for good asure,’ she added in her head with a thrill of excitent.
"That works," Caius said and his lips moved from her neck to her throat where he worked his tongue along, much to Anne’s delight.
Caius moved both his hands to grab the robe she had on and pushed it off her body. Anne complied and let the robe slide off her shoulders and arms to hit the ground. Imdiately after, her hands snapped back to gripping Caius’s jacket like there were magnets attracting her hold.
Even when Caius began to lean away, she made sure she kept her grip on him. And the reason Caius leaned away was so he could bend his head his kiss his way down her chest. He rested his face between her two peaks, letting the warmth rest against the sides of his head as he reached for the chest piece of the scanty garnt and pulled it down.
Both breasts wobbled out to freedom as Anne let out a gasp. And then she let out a groan when Caius grabbed one of her breasts and kneaded it with practiced hands that worked her over and edged her to the cliff of delight that had beco so familiar.
Her pussy spasd with pleasure, churning out her juices. Her underwear was now drenched and a trail of juices was making its way down the insides of her thighs.
In a bid to cull so of the spasms and the request for touch that her pussy was tossing her way through pleasure thrills, Anne clamped her thighs tight. But it was all to no avail. Especially after Caius closed his mouth around her nipple and began to lick around her areola.
"Nghhh," she groaned as tremors coursed through her and caused her legs to shake so much, she worried they wouldn’t be able to keep her standing for much longer.
Caius began to move between both her breasts. Changing which got the attention of his hand or his mouth and ensuring none felt left out.
There wasn’t so tir that determined when to switch, of course. It was a matter of feeling so undoubtedly, one of the two glorious peaks enjoyed the attention of his mouth—arguably more pleasure-inducing than his hands—than the other but Anne couldn’t tell. As far as she was concerned, her thrill was uniform and she was happily getting lost in delight.
Caius released the breast he had in his hold then and reached for the thin strap that held up the scanty gown Anne had on. He pulled it off and let it slide down her arm. He did the sa to the other strap and now, only Anne’s hold of his jacket, which bent her arms at the elbow, was keeping the gown on her body.
That changed quickly. Anne released Caius’s jacket and let the straps slide down so her scanty gown could pool at her feet. Imdiately after, she began to work Caius’s jacket off his body and when, with his cooperation, that was gone, she moved to his shirt.
It took a few minutes—because Caius kept working her breasts with his mouth, intensifying the tremors that made undoing his shirt buttons so difficult—but Anne finally got the shirt off. The mont it was discarded, she was excitedly working her fingers all over Caius’s bare skin. She dug her nails into his body and dragged them so hard that the fact that welts weren’t made was a miracle.
The sensations of her nails on his body only excited Caius all the more. He was even sad to lose that when he began to go down Anne’s body and her hands didn’t reach those targets anymore.
As he moved, Caius peppered Anne with kisses, licking her toned stomach, working his tongue into her navel, and finally getting to her upper pubic area which he took a long whiff of to get just a hint of the scent of her pussy that lay slightly further down.
Soon, Caius was on his knees with his hands grabbing tight hold of Anne’s sizable and supple asscheeks while he pressed his nose against the most damp center of her panties. He breathed in, saturating his olfactory senses with the scent of her wet pussy and then he let out his tongue to take a long lick of her damp underwear.
Anne trembled. She tried to speak but it ca out in groans so she just grabbed Caius’s head as hard as she could and pulled him against her just barely-covered pussy. When his tongue found her clit through her underwear and stroked against it, Anne couldn’t and didn’t hold back the climax that hit her.
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