“Good boy.”

Arven bit his lip as Cassia brushed the bangs out of his eyes.  Her words were enough to convince him that he was a good boy, not some filthy degenerate who snuck into his parent’s old laboratory to fool around with his girlfriend without anyone else around.  He didn't know what it was about her in this moment that was making him harder than he'd ever felt in his entire life.  Was it the way she was purring praises to him?  Or the fact that being on his knees in front of her was such a good angle of her body?  Was it her gentle touches that sent jolts of lust right down his spine and straight to his groin, or perhaps all of the above?

“You've been so patient for me, haven't you?”

Yes, he had been patient. He could have jumped her back at the dorms, or found some bushes to fuck behind on the route here, but no.  He was a good boy and kept it in his pants until they got here.  The tip of his tongue swiped his lips.  They felt so dry, so parched.  He wanted to taste her more than anything.  She said tonight would be the night that she let him go down on her and it had been all he could think about since that morning.  He tried to keep contact with her eyes as he nodded, rather than glance down at the legs he noticed had slightly parted.  He felt like he had waited an eternity to be before her like this.  The path to finally living his reoccurring fantasy was right before him.  All she had to do was say the word and he'd spread those delightfully thick thighs of hers to unveil his long-awaited treasure.

“Speak.”

“Yes…”

Just that one word had his voice cracking.  It sounded so pathetic and needy coming from him.  The smile that that single syllable caused to form on her lips had his cock pulsing in its confines.  His pants felt beyond tight and his dick was so impossibly erect.   He licked his lips again.  He needed the tantalizingly wet heat of her mouth or her pussy to quench him as soon as possible.  His lips had parted.  Ragged breaths slipped between them, causing his chest to heave.

“What is it, baby boy?” she asked, tilting her head in concern.

“I'm… thirsty.”

A sly smirk played at her lips.  She knew exactly what he meant by that.

“Thirsty?”

Arven nodded.  The sound of her voice and that playful look had his heart beating faster.  

“Are you?”

She ran a finger up his cheek.  When she pulled it away, a drop of moisture glistened upon her digit.  It sparkled in the dim light of the room.  He had failed to realize that he was frustrated to the point of tears at this point.  Her bottom lip poked out, pouting what she had discovered.  He watched as she lowered it to his mouth.  He felt her fingertips slide slowly over his lips, causing them to open.  As he tasted his own salty tears on her skin, it made him groan.

“Please, Cassia…”

Cassia's hands cupped his face as she leaned down.  He got an eyeful of cleavage before her mouth met his.  Her lips felt so soft and moist in contrast to his own.  When he felt the heat of her tongue against his, he couldn't help but moan into her kiss.  His cock throbbed again.  His nails dug into his thighs to prevent him from stroking himself without her permission. Too soon, she pulled back.  He whimpered, and she shushed him.  Thumbs stroked the stray tears that bled from his eyes and down his cheeks as she looked at him through a heavy-lidded gaze.

“What do you want, Arven?” she whispered.

His breath caught. Her tone was so intimate and sweet, it made his dick twitch again with need.  He couldn't hold back any more.  His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.  With a shaky breath, he finally answered.

“Just a taste,” he rasped.

Cassia smiled wider. Her eyes twinkled in his direction, and she leaned down to press her lips against his before sitting back up. His eyes followed her hands as they left his cheeks and reached for the button of her shorts.  His heartbeat thumped harder as the sound of her dragging the zipper down filled the otherwise silent room.  She eased them down her hips, past her thighs and knees, allowing them to fall to her ankles.  One foot slipped out the leg of her shorts, which dangled from the other as she lifted it. She kicked them off to the side of him. He could smell her now…  God, he could smell her arousal as it soaked the tights that she wore beneath her school uniform.  It made him ache.  

Cassia kept the leggings on as she spread her legs.  The way the tight fabric clung to her sex left little to the imagination.  With a curled finger, she beckoned him closer. He obediently lowered his face between her thighs.  The first thing he did was bury his nose in her clothed cunt.  He inhaled so deeply; it left him lightheaded.  His fists tightened around the fabric of his pants so he could keep a grip on himself.  If they didn't, those hands would get him in trouble.

Once he breathed in enough of her sweet musk to make him dizzy, his tongue traced the cleft between her legs through the fabric before pursing his lips to kiss her pussy.  He was indeed aware of the tears falling freely from the corners of his eyes now as he mouthed at her.  She was such a tease.  Only a thin layer of polyester separated him from what he wanted more than anything else in this world.

“Shh…”  He felt her hand brush back his hair as his tongue lolled against her core.  “Go ahead, boy.”

He raised his eyes to meet hers, wanting to ensure he heard her correctly so he wouldn't cause trouble for himself.  She leaned back, planting her hands on the couch behind her as she gave him a nod of approval.  The grip he had on his own pants released at once, and his hands reached up to grip the waistband of her tights.  With haste, he rolled them down her hips then jerked them down her legs.  He took a brief moment to bring the fabric to his nose and inhale her scent before remembering the source was right in front of him.  He tossed them aside and brought his hands to her bare thighs.  Spreading her legs wide for him, he plunged face-first into her cunt. His tongue curled between her slit, lapping at her pussy as if it were the oasis that he crawled through the desert night and day to reach.

Cassia gasped aloud when his lips pressed against her clit.  She cried out when his tongue circled against it.  She buried her hands in his hair and tugged when he began flicking the hardened nub as he sucked it into his mouth.

“Arven!” she moaned, grinding against his tongue.

“'M gonna make you cum for me, Cass,” he murmured against her cunt before his teeth dragged along her clit.  “Just like I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you here.”

That same moan from her turned into another gasp.  She bucked her hips as he continued to tease her pussy with his tongue.  His attention shifted from her clit, back down to her slit.  His fingers spread her dewy folds apart and his tongue thrust inside of her.  He swirled it around her hole before plunging it inside.  He sweet juices flowed freely now and he greedily lapped them up.  He was salivating now, so satisfied by the feel of her cunt pulsing around his tongue.  The need to taste her pussy had him thrusting his tongue deeper into her. Her thighs trembled and squeezed tightly around his head as she tried desperately to stave off the climax already threatening her.

“Oh, God…  O-Oh, fuck…  Fuck!  A-Arven!”

Cassia's thoughts were beginning to unravel as her fists tightened around his sandy locks.  She lifted her hips off the couch to meet his mouth.  Only swears and his name fell from her lips, as they were all that swirled around in her head.

Hearing her pleasure filled Arven with a strange sort of pride.  It welled in his chest and urged him onward.  His painfully neglected cock throbbed and wept, soaking the front of his boxers with pre-cum as he dedicated all his efforts to getting his lady off. In a moment like this, he swore he could cum without the first bit of contact.  Being on his knees for Cassia was a high like no other.  It filled him with pleasure like nothing he'd ever experienced before being with her.  The sloppy sounds of Arven devouring Cassia's cunt echoed through the little lighthouse laboratory- his lips slurping against her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her, punctuated only by her breathy gasps and throaty moans.  Her legs were locked around his head and she wasn't letting him go.  

“Arven!  Arven, I'm gonna-…!”

His fingers dug into her hips as he pushed her down into the couch cushions harder, eager to bury his tongue deeper inside of her.  He could feel her walls clamp and contract around him.  She couldn't get the word out of her mouth before it happened.  The first rush of her climax flooded over Arven's tongue and down his throat like warm honey.  He moaned against her cunt, pressing his face against her folds to get every last drop of her release.  He could cry; it was better than he ever imagined it would taste.  His own hips jerked upwards with her orgasm.  He didn't cum, but he felt like he could at any moment.  

Cassia slumped back against the armrest of the old, weathered couch.  The death-grip she had on Arven's hair loosened and her hand fell to her side.  When he sat back on his heels and lifted his head, his chest heaved with every labored inhale and subsequent exhale.  His face triumphantly glistened with her juices in the dim light.  He wiped her essence off, but couldn't wipe the goofy smirk of satisfaction away.  She patted his head and smiled weakly when she regained enough composure to speak.

“Good boy,” she breathed, ruffling his hair before dragging her hand down the side of his face to brush his cheek.  He rested against her palm as her thumb rubbed circles over the skin.  “You're such a good boy, aren't you?”

His eyes fluttered shut and he nodded without lifting his hand from her caress.  A wistful sigh fell from him at the gentleness of her touch. At first, it felt silly to request that she call him that, but hearing it in that breathless tone of hers justified this desire.  He wanted to be her good boy the rest of his life— her partner, her companion, her everything.

“You deserve your reward now, don’t you?”

Arven opened his eyes to look into hers.  Pleasuring her was a reward of its own, but he certainly wouldn’t turn down whatever came next.  He bobbed his head again.  With a soft laugh and an even softer smile, she leaned forward to kiss him.  She sucked his tongue, savoring the taste of herself lingering in his mouth and bringing a moan from him.  

“Now,” Cassia said when she pulled away.  There was a new fire brewing in her eyes that made the heat that had simmered in his belly flare to life.  “Let's take care of you.”