Dallas cupped Quinn’s breast. She leaned forward and
claimed the rosy hued nipple. Quinn let out a raspy gasp right
near Dallas’ ear. She started to thrust her fingers deeper, harder
inside of Dallas. Dallas kept suckling Quinn’s nipple while she
slipped her own hand down Quinn’s flat belly. Quinn was just
as wet as Dallas was. Her hips gyrated frantically into Dallas’
touch and Dallas filled Quinn with her fingers the same way
she was touching her. She brushed her thumb over Quinn’s
clit, circling it slowly while she thrust up into her with the
same agonizing slowness.
Quinn slowed her pace in response. She gasped and
whimpered as she ground into Dallas. Dallas guided Quinn’s
hips with her other hand. She ran her tongue and scraped her
teeth over Quinn’s nipple while she set a maddening pace for
both of them.
“Please,” Quinn begged. Dallas raised her head in time to
see Quinn close her eyes and throw her own head back. The
water droplets slid down Quinn’s exposed throat and Dallas
brought her face closer to taste her there. “Oh god,” Quinn
moaned. “Yes, Dallas. God. Yes.”
Quinn’s fingers worked harder. It was maddening.
“I have something in my room,” Quinn said suddenly. Her
fingers slowed and Dallas could feel her walls clench and
throb around them. She rubbed her hips greedily, wanting
more, but Quinn slid away. “Something you might want to
try.”
There was something reluctant and shy in Quinn’s voice
and Dallas thought she knew why. “You mean a toy?”
“Yes.” Quinn blushed. She looked at Dallas though.
“Would that be alright. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I