I stared at him, chest still rising and falling too fast, thighs trembling from the aftershocks. My p***y was still fluttering, slick and swollen, every little pulse reminding me of the orgasm that had just torn through me. It had been the strongest one of my life, longer, deeper, more consuming than anything I’d ever managed alone or with the few guys I’d slept with in the past. And it had come from a stranger’s mouth. A stranger who claims he's from another universe.
I should have been pushing him away.I should have been demanding he leave, calling campus security, locking myself in the bathroom until he vanished.
Instead I just lay there, legs still parted, nightshirt bunched around my waist, looking up at this impossibly handsome man who had just eaten me out like he’d been starving
