sampippy | Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

Hyacinthe looked up at her and grinned, his lips already glistening under the light. "That's right," he urged, fingers still rocking into her. "Keep going."

Normally, he'd tell her to use both hands, but he was fond of the one wrapped in his hair right now. He bent back to what he'd been doing before, her taste sliding into his mouth in a way that made him groan, too. He liked the feel of her under his lips, the soft way she'd opened herself to him and gave him access to everything.

He slid his hands under her ass, tilted up her hips, and set to work.

His noise was answered by one from her because apparently, if he made one while his tongue was on her, she benefited from it in more ways than just the turn-on of hearing him.

She was learning all kinds of new things here!

Like that she liked the assertive way he positioned her. And that he knew she was playing with her breast, and that he liked that, because she was a sucker for positive feedback. So she kept doing it, rolling the stiff peak between her fingers, kneading at her breast with her palm.

And as hot as it was to see him between her legs, she closed her eyes, her head tipping back. Which was kind of a trust thing. But also her effort to focus on really feeling what he was doing. Really soaking it up, because let's face it, she didn't really get this kind of thing a lot. "Oh my god," she sighed.

Did Hyacinthe need to drag every boy at this college or were the good ones just all taken? The only reason Xanthippe should not be experiencing this frequently was if she were choosing to remain celibate. But did she choose to dally with even one, they should be spending time on their knees, bringing her pleasure.

This time was a wonder in many ways, and a complete disappointment in others.

Well, at least Hyacinthe could make up for lost time. His fingers kept working her over on the inside, while his tongue did the same without. He teased her with rough strokes, then soothed with long, soft ones, the flat of his tongue covering her everywhere. His free hand pushed her thigh open a little wider, giving him room to work and maneuver, letting him get closer still. His cock was hard to the point of pain, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered beyond making her come on his tongue.

Most of then good ones were taken, and also Xanthippe just had stellarly bad taste and/or a bad radar for who was going to be terrible. It was a work in progress. Case in point: she'd waited until the last possible moment of high school to get better acquainted with him. Clearly she was slow to figure out what was best for her.

He was being ever so helpful about reminding her, though.

Even if the 'reminding' right this second was just pushing her further and further away from thinking about anything that wasn't how good she felt. Her breathing had become ragged, panting. Every few moments, here and there, she was shifting a little, anxious. Her whimpers were turning into moans, and some of them weren't as quiet as most of her noises so far had been.

The edge was approaching fast. If everything else wasn't clueing him into that fact, maybe it did that the hand in his hair was grasping tight. And involuntarily pressing against his head, as if to keep him right where he was.

If it wasn't the first time in a year, he might have pulled away a little; to tease, to draw it out, to make her demand. To play, a little bit. He got the feeling Xanthippe didn't get to play a lot.

Maybe he'd get to try that before his visit was over. For now, though, he was slipping a third finger into her, and the licking had given way to a good, firm suck right where she was most sensitive.

Well, that was that.

The added finger caused a gasp as she felt the way she stretched to accomodate it. A lash of pleasure all on its own - and then the suck drew a loud moan that dissolved into a keening noise that she'd probably feel (unnecessarily) embarrassed about in a moment.

But not while it was happening. Because her body tensed under his ministrations, and all the build-up came to its logical conclusion, and her muscles contracted and spasmed against his lips and around his fingers, all three of them making for a thrilling kind of fullness compared to how she usually did it by herself, and the pleasure rolled through her, leaving her breathless.

He would take a loud moan, oh yes. It wasn't the scream they'd talked about, but it meant that she'd found her pleasure and that was what truly mattered.

Not that Hya was done, now that she'd come. Did they know each other a little better, he would have entered her then, riding her through her orgasm and then kept going until she had another. There was a thrill, he'd found, in continuing on from one to the next with no pause for breath in between. But until he knew her better, knew her likes and dislikes, knew her sensitivity, he'd play it safe.

He did continue to lap at her, though, all through her orgasm, drinking it down like wine. Carefully easing his fingers out, he plied her with soft kissed and gentle licks to help her come down.

And if his soaked hand wrapped around himself to give a few needy strokes, well, who could blame him?

Playing it safe was a good idea, especially with how skittish Xanthippe could be. But he wasn't going to be disappointed once he'd introduce her to that idea. For all that she was currently blissed out, she had a greedy streak, after all.

But as she was allowed to come down pretty gently - the aftershocks of his continued licks not withstanding - she took a moment to blink blearily at the ceiling as her body relaxed back into the mattress.

"Oh my god," she sighed. "Just... oh my god." Yeah, you already said that, Xan. "Hya, why is that so much better than my hand?"

There was no point in comparing him to other guys: at least her hand knew what it was doing.

"Always feels better when someone else expends the effort on your behalf," Hyacinthe said, not bothering to include the caveat of 'and they knew what to do.' "Besides, I can use my mouth to great effect. Were you so capable, perhaps you'd not need me at all."

He squeezed his hand and let out a soft moan, nuzzling the inside of her thigh and leaving a wet streak behind. "Ahh, cherie, you were wonderful."

Was this the first time Xanthippe had let out a genuine laugh all day? Felt like it.

"Me? All I did was, like -- make embarrassing noises." And she would've covered her face with an arm at that realization, or something, except that moan of his got her to gather up the energy to actually peer down at him.

"... Oh."

"Those noises tell me how much you like what I am doing," he said with a laugh. "And are enticing. Do you go silent on me, I'll not know what to do."

He gave a sheepish grin then stroked himself again, long and slow since she was watching. "As I said. You're very enticing and I'm only a man."

Okay, did he know how weirdly endearing sheepish looked on him? Because Xan had just now found out.

Even if that realization was only a brief one, because she could only focus on his face for so long when that was happening. "Oh god." You wouldn't believe she was a former spelling bee champion from how small her vocabulary sounded right now. "You're, like, really hard."

Which was an inane thing to say, sure, but her tone was something close to awed if not even enthralled, so she probably got a pass.

If she was able to use SAT words so soon after falling apart in his hands, Hyacinthe would be very upset.

"Have you seen yourself when you let go?" he murmured. "Even were I not there making it happen, I'd be this hard." He thrust up into his hand and shuddered.

Xanthippe pushed herself up some, on her elbows. Sure, her body was telling her that staying spread out and basking was the thing to be doing, but her curiosity had other ideas.

Like being a rapt audience. Possibly an active participant, but she was working up to that.

"How does it feel?"

"Good," he admitted. "It's tight and still a little wet from you." He looked up and grinned at her. "Just enough to offer a little relief."

He wanted to push her back and just slide in, pushing her legs up to wrap around his waist. But he was getting an idea of what college had been line thus far--all demands and no concern--and was willing to wait until she was certain about what she wanted next.

Xanthippe pushed herself further upright. That meant she could reach out, run her hand down his chest and his abs.

She looked up. "Are you good with just 'little'?"

She kind of wanted him not to be.

Hyacinthe took a moment to consider the question, his hand moving aside. "Good with it?" he asked, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss. "No. I want so badly to be inside of you, dragging more of those noises from your throat." He would always give her honesty, at least. "But I'm a man grown and if this is what I get?" He shrugged. "I still get to come with the taste of you on my lips and the scent of you on my cock."

Xanthippe appreciated his honesty. Especially when it was descriptive like this, but otherwise, too. She kissed him back, slowly, savoring the words he'd just said.

Licking his bottom lip was a strange thrill after those specific words, too. And if that wasn't enough to get a new bout of restlessness brewing in the pit of her stomach, the way her hand slid down his abs would certainly help with that. There was a moment of hesitation where she prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't somehow screw this up - yes, she was coherent enough right now to be back to at least a low-level version of her usual fear of looking like an idiot - but then her hand wrapped around his cock. And she gasped against his lips, because looking and feeling were two very different things. And to feel more, she did her best to mimic what she'd seen him do just a second ago when he'd stroked himself.

"You want to screw me?" she asked, murmuring the words. They both knew he did, he'd just said so. It was just hot enough that she wanted to hear it again.

Hyacinthe's breath hissed out between clenched teeth at her touch and it took him a moment to be able to speak again. He didn't know whether to tell her to stop or beg for more.

But he did know when someone was looking for words. He was the Prince of Travelers, words were his stock in trade. "No," he said, with a small shake of his head. "'Tis too mild a word for what I want to do to you. I want to fuck you, Xanthippe, until we're both lying exhausted on your bed, unable to move. I want to move inside you, feel your heat, have your hands on me urging me on and demanding more. I want to thrust into you slowly until you roll me over and ride me because you need it harder. I want my mouth on your nipples and my thumb on your pearl and my phallus buried deep inside you, all at once."

He gave her a cheeky grin. "But do you want only for me to screw you, well, I suppose I can manage that, too."

See? Fishing for more words was clearly never a bad course of action with him. With the way her breath hitched and her hand faltered on his cock, he might as well have just touched her.

Her boneless post-orgasm haze was just completely gone.

"N-no," she said, before she got her voice somewhat under control. She licked her lip. "No, I want you to fuck me." she sounded pretty adamant about that, now. She maybe didn't have as good a handle on talking dirty but at least she could try and be clear about her enthusiastic consent. "Like, right now. All of that. Oh my god, I need you inside me."

"Oh, thank Blessed Elua and all of his Companions," Hyacinthe groaned. He eyed her a minute and then caught her up in his arms, sliding them further on her bed. He'd not been kidding when he mentioned how much he'd like her to ride him, but he thought this time she'd likely be more comfortable on her back.

Perhaps the oldest way of making love, but certainly not boring.

"You've your hand on me," he noted. "Guide me in, Xan, and I'll give you everything that you're hoping for."

They had time for riding later, anyway. And if they ran out of it, well, he was more than welcome to visit her again later so they could do cover what they'd missed. She was probably going to be stuck in Connecticut for half the summer, anyway, so she was going to be starved for interesting things.

Like learning all there was to learn about riding him, yes.

"Oh, um." Holy shit, did she ever just want to guide him in right this second. But the responsible part of her brain remembered that right about now was a good time to use her free hand to reach for the nightstand.

... Then sadly - though only momentarily! - pull her other hand away from him, because she needed both hands to tear the wrapper.

"Ah yes," he said, once again sounding sheepish. "My apologies, cherie. Had not meant to be careless with you."

He just tended to forget that these things were necessary here. D'Angeline girls had to light a candle to Eisheth to open their wombs and the ills passed by a romp stayed far from their borders.

"Will you put it on me?" So help him, he just wanted her hand back.

Xanthippe reached up for a quick kiss, which was definitely for something, but she would not say what.

Also there was yet another reason or her to be envious of D'Angeline girls.

But whatever. "Yeah," she mumbled, with the air of someone both nervous to do something as well as in a hurry to get it done, because good things were waiting. She reached for him again. There was some fumbling, and you couldn't have mistaken her for someone with a ton of experience rolling condoms onto actual penises, but she got through it. And rewarded his patience with a couple of firmer strokes.

And then, then she got to shift a little, sliding her legs further apart, and she could finally guide him to her. The tip of his cock bumped against her clit as she was lining him up and just that sensation alone told her this was exactly what she needed right now. Quickly followed by her guiding his cock just that little bit further down where she was slippery between the folds. Ready and waiting.

How many of her lovers had conveniently 'forgotten' condoms, or worse yet, tried to convince her to go without.

Maybe she just needed a better school.

Those firmer strokes had any notice of her inexperience flying out the window. And once she had him brushing up against her, well, there wasn't really room for thoughts at all. Another time, he might have her rub him over herself more, slicking him up, but the two of them were both so ready that even that slight delay might be his breaking point. "Yes," he said in a dark murmur, pressing his hips forward. Pressing himself home.

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