remembered the feel of her lips. The way she kissed. The
stroke of her tongue. The almost silent whimpers she made,
the way her body arched, the way she tasted. It was all familiar
and all brand new and that was wildly exciting. It wasn’t
anything Dallas had ever experienced before.
Dallas kissed Quinn down her throat and over her chest.
She worked her way to Quinn’s bra. It was a plain black bra,
more a sporty type. It was soft and unadorned. It covered
Quinn’s breasts completely, but Dallas trailed kisses there too.
Quinn squirmed underneath of her. Her hands fought with the
bra from the back, freeing it. She arched up enough to let
Dallas peel it away.
Quinn’s breasts, freed from the bra, nearly gave Dallas a
blackout moment. Breasts didn’t have to be huge to be
beautiful, and Quinn’s were gorgeous. Her pink nipples were
tight and hard. Dallas tasted the first one, swirling her tongue
and suckling the bud into her mouth.
“Godddddd….” Quinn moaned.
Dallas shifted on the bed. She was holding herself up with
her arms, but she slipped her knee between Quinn’s spread
legs to give her arms a reprieve. Quinn bucked against her
knee on instinct, rising up and shoving her nipple into Dallas’
mouth. Her eagerness and her moans drove Dallas into a
frenzy. She
had to touch Quinn. She had to taste her.
Everywhere. She wanted to go slow and worship her breasts,
take her time, worship her all day and most of the night, have
her in every position, make her come over and over and over,
but she knew that she couldn’t restrain the wild, desperate
ache spreading through her. The ache wasn’t just in her belly,