chapternine
Amber
I would take a moment to relish the fact that my heart is soaring if I wasn’t so damn horny. But right now I am ready for Quinn to do whatever to me to make this aching between my thighs stop.
I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, and I’m not talking from the shower. I’ve only ever seen a dick when I Googled some stuff after reading a particularly enlightening romance novel. Who knew there were that many sex positions?
Quinn puts me down at the foot of his bed, then stands behind me. His big hands reach up and cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. I lean my head back on his chest, because that’s where I reach him. My head hits the middle of his pecs.
So yeah, we have a size difference. And we have an age difference. Still, we somehow fit, like two broken pieces of pottery forged back together.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” he says.
I do as he tells me knowing I’m about to be spread out where he can see just how wet I am. The minute I’m in position he groans.
“Angel baby, you’re dripping down your thighs.”
I shift my body, pushing my ass back towards him.
“You need me to take care of that sweet pussy of yours?” he asks.
“Yes, please.”
The bed creaks and jostles as he gets on behind me. “Spread your legs a little wider.”
I wonder if I should tell him that I’m a virgin. I’m guessing he’s figured that out, but surely he’s not planning on my first time being doggy style. Isn’t that supposed to be extra deep and intense? I probably should have gone to the library and checked out some actual non-fiction books on sex to figure out more about the mechanics, instead of relying on Birdie’s romance novels.
But then I feel his hot breath on the backs of my thighs and a brush of his lips. Oh, is he going to… ?
My question is answered a second later when he licks me. Just straight up tongues my pussy like he’s making out with it.
“Oh my God. I never read about it like this,” I murmur stupidly.
He chuckles against my tender flesh and it lights me up. The sound, the fact that I made him laugh, the vibrations of his breath against my clit.
I lean my head down on the bed because I’m whimpering and feeling like I’m going to collapse at any moment from how good his mouth feels on me.
His tongue swirls around my clit, then presses inside my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and fist the sheets. Then I rock back against him, once, twice. I’m essentially fucking his face, and it feels so dirty and so perfect.
Then his tongue is back on my clit and he slides one, then two fingers inside me. His touch reaches a spot inside that I’ve never felt before and pleasure pulses through.
“Oh, yes, right there. Do it again.”
So he does. Over and over.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say.
His lips close around my clit and he sucks and that sends me careening over the edge.
“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn,” I chant his name as my orgasm charges through me. He licks me until every last wave of pleasure subsides.
Then he rolls my boneless body over so I’m starfished on the bed. He chuckles, then slowly kisses up my body.
When he reaches my face he smiles down at me. “Just what have you been reading?”
“Birdie made me do it.”
He laughs again and this time, it’s full bodied.