Content warning: Sexually explicit. Reader discretion advised.
As the words left her lips, her breath caught with the sensation of sweet soft lips gently pressed against her own. Wynessa's eyes remained closed as she pushed gently into the kiss, hungrily begging for more. Locked together, it was a struggle to keep her hands from touching the magnificent woman on top of her, but she wanted to obey the rules. She wanted to earn what she was given.
Breathlessly, they finally parted after what felt like forever and no time at all. The fires that sparked throughout Wynessa's body raged at Cori's touch.
"Do you still want me to massage your breasts?"
"Y-yes please!" She had found some more of her voice as she grasped the pillow above her head, staring up at bronze eyes that were lit with sunlight, basking in the radiating glow of her knowing smile.
"Do you still trust my judgement for a lotion to massage on your breasts?"
"I do, yes." The nodding dark haired woman beneath her made Cori's grin grow wider, and Wynessa couldn't help but to notice the soft dimples indenting her cheeks. She wanted to make her smile like that every day, if only to see those dimples. She was so mesmerized, she almost missed the cool oil-like liquid that flowed easily from the bottle held not far above her skin, but the sudden chilling sensation made her arch her back upwards.
Still smiling, Cori set the bottle aside still uncorked and began gently rubbing the lotion in circles around Wynessa's snowy peaks, cutting wide swathes with her palms in a steady pressure until the stiffened mounds before her were practically begging. Wynessa felt her chest muscles under her breasts tighten as she flexed, her grip on the pillow beneath them bringing her elbows up above her swimming head.
"Do you want me to go further?" Her deft hands wound into sore muscles as well as teasing the flesh that curved so delightfully before her, and in her mind Cori knew this was perhaps the most obedient woman she had ever been with. The best part was they both seemed to be enjoying it just as much as the other. "I need you to use your words, sweetheart. Come on. What do you want?"
"I want to... I don't know what it's called." A lack of experience reared its head and not just the embarrassment and societal shame that had taken her words from her prior. "Yes, I want you to go further. Please, please do what you want with me."
"That's not how this works. I need to know what you want, what you like, what your boundaries are so I don't cross them. You need release and training and we have all day and all night if you're willing. So tell me what you want. Describe it if it helps." As she spoke the dark delicate hands wound closer and closer to the pale pink points that shuddered longingly, wantingly.
Wynessa's face was scrunched up, her brows furrowed and biting her lower lip as she tried to find the words that described what she wanted.
"When a man is done, there���s a release of a sort, and it's sticky and messy and difficult to get out of clothes. I want to do that."
Something clicked in Cori's mind as she understood exactly what her student was referring to and sighed in disappointment.
"I can definitely do that for you, but I need your consent. I will only go as far as you want me to, and I need to know right now that you will tell me immediately if you want me to stop. Look at me, look me in the eye. Will you tell me if you want me to stop?" The intensity of her tone made the paler woman snap her attention to the deep bronze pools that stared into her own.
"Yes, I will. I will tell you if I want you to stop." Her voice did not waver as she nodded, still holding the edge of the pillow with both hands.
Wynessa was disappointed for a split second as Cori moved to stand up, moving towards the still open wardrobe where the giant-styled stone constructs lay neatly. Easily picking up one of the smallest ones, she also made sure to pick up one of the covers before moving back over to her student.
"Spread your legs and put your heels against your ass." The command was followed swiftly and for perhaps the first time in years, the moistness between her thighs was dripping. "Good girl. We're going to warm this up first and then you're going to insert it yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes. How are we going to warm it?"
Smirking, Cori placed the cold stone phallus on Wynessa's chest between her breasts and began massaging them against the stone between them. The sensation was new, but as she kneaded the plush breasts, Cori also listened when she had been asked to take it further. Swirling her thumbs in circles around the pert nipples, she drove the stimulation across Wynessa's breasts until the whining of pleasure had her on the edge.
"Are you ready? It's warm enough."
Wynessa nodded and moved to sit upright before being quickly forced back down by Cori gently pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Use your words, Sweetheart. Be a good girl for me."
"Y-yes, I am ready."
"Ready for?" Cori gently rolled her oiled nipples, causing a pleasured whine from the woman before her.
"I am ready to put it in."
"That's my good girl."