We are mostly quiet on our walk to his dorm, mainly making small comments about the final exam and if we passed the class. We walk through the lobby and into an elevator, still holding hands. As the doors shut us in, he puts his arm around my shoulders, and I sink into him. It's not a long ride to the 5th floor, and as the door opens, he pulls me along to his room. I wait impatiently as he unlocks the door, and once we have the door shut between us, tension builds. I look at him and can't take it anymore.
Reaching up, I grab his face and kiss him. He stumbles back against the wall in surprise, but instantly reciprocates. He kisses me as if he needs me to help him breathe. We take a moment and unzip our heavy jackets and untie our boots, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. He moves towards me slowly and pulls my hat off my head, releasing my long, curly hair. He buries his fingers in it and pulls me back to him. I unbutton his shirt, and then mine. He kisses down my neck and then pushes my shirt off my arms, taking a moment to admire my cleavage in my lacy black bra, before reaching around and unclasping it.
He pushes me down onto the bed and helps me pull off my jeans, then unbuttons his. I am only wearing my panties, and he is only in his boxers, and though the dorm is not well-heated, we are both flushed and panting. I reach out and push his boxers to the floor, watching as his erection pops out at me. I reach out and wrap my hand around it and give a few gentle pumps. He groans, and I feel exhilarated. This man that I've admired for so many months is turned on by me and what I'm doing to him.
After a while of stroking his cock, I pull him towards me. I kick off my panties and he kneels between my legs. I lie back and wait, looking up at him eagerly. He smirks and leans down to kiss me. Then, he kisses down my neck, finally stopping to wrap his mouth around a nipple. I arch my back and he easily slides a finger inside me.
"Oh, god. You're soaked, Sammy." He murmurs around my nipple. I groan, and he adds another finger.
This is fun, but after a while, I know I need to be filled with more than fingers. I push him away, and Chris looks at me in disappointment.
"I need you," I whisper huskily. He nods and moves towards me, but I grab him and push him onto his back on the bed. He looks startled, but then smiles appreciatively as I straddle him and position my sopping wet pussy over his hard cock.
"Are you ready, Chris?" I whisper, rubbing myself over the tip, teasing him a bit. He grunts and nods. I place my hands on his chest and slowly begin to sink down on top of him. Without warning, he thrusts his hips and he is all the way inside me. I cry out loudly from the sudden, intense feeling of fullness, scratching his chest a bit with my nails. He groans underneath me.
