John wasn't even sure he was serious then, or blowing wind up her skirt, but at this moment he'd love to consistently earn extra credit from the professor he had almost naked. Oh. That was a fun thought. He'd play with that thought later.
A tight tug on his hair only encouraged him as he felt her body move to his, and her weight had shifted some. Good thing he thought ahead. His mouth pressing up further, his tongue dancing more feverishly as he shifted how his mouth position to make sure the tip of his tongue hit that sensitive nub of nerves. The fact he heard her swear was a wonderful tone of music to his ears, and he wanted to do nothing more than push her right over that edge. Hopefully one of many this night would have.
Pressing his mouth firmly, his tongue doing god's work on Kitty, he snaked his other arm to be prepared to catch her if she was suddenly weaker in the knees.