“Yes,” Dallas urged her. “Come for me.” She claimed
Quinn’s mouth frantically as she exploded beneath her.
It was the most sensational climax Dallas had ever
experienced, and it wasn’t even hers. She drank in Quinn’s
screams of pleasure, kissing them away. Quinn’s hips jacked
up so hard that Dallas nearly went flying off of her. She could
feel Quinn contracting around the toy like it was her own
fingers inside of her. Their skin was wet and slippery. As
Quinn came around the toy, Dallas’ fingers were coated in the
rush of her arousal. Just feeling Quinn come beneath her was
enough to throw Dallas over the edge. She moved her hand
and brushed her thumb over her clit, hard, a few times, and she
was gone.
The waves of pleasure rocked her, the climax sharp, the
shockwaves brutally wonderful. She had to break the kiss to
pant near Quinn’s ear, tiny little hoarse whimpers of pleasure.
They came down together, holding each other and
trembling. Quinn’s hand covered Dallas’ and gently removed
the toy. She set it aside somewhere in the bed. Dallas didn’t
know because she was still seeing black spots and bright white
lights in front of her eyes from the intensity of the climax.
She did find Quinn’s forehead with her lips and managed
to drag herself to the side. Their legs were still tangled when
she pulled Quinn into her arms.
“I want to taste you again,” Quinn begged. “I want you to
ride my face until you come.”
“Oh my God,” Dallas moaned. “Just two minutes. I just
need two minutes. I don’t think I can actually move right
now.”
Quinn giggled. She brushed her thumb gently over Dallas’