“Mal, what are you doing?” His words come out almost angry, but his eyes on me are full of wonder…and hunger.
“Saying thank you.”
I kneel down in front of him and take in the look and feel of this eight-inch rod. It’s wider than I expected. Now free of its confines, it stands straight up, dark pink, throbbing and veiny at the base, a glistening bead of precum at the tip. I take it in my hand and feel the tender skin yielding to my touch over the steely muscle underneath. Holding it against my cheek, it feels warm. Fingers stroke my hair and I look up, and Quinn is still looking at me with a kind of awe that touches my heart.
“I’m not an expert at this, so just tell me if I do it wrong,” I say, turning five more shades of red.
“Baby, there’s nothing you can mess up about this, and I’m about to explode.”
With that, I swirl my tongue over the tip, tasting his precum. He cusses softly, continuing to run his fingers through my hair.
I move up and down tentatively on his shaft, licking and savoring, enamored by the prominent vein underneath and paying special attention to it. His fingers in my hair start to tighten. I take him in deeper, deeper, until I have to open my throat a little. His cussing grows more frequent and a little louder, so I cup his balls in my hand while I keep going, taking in more than I thought possible, enjoying giving him pleasure more than I ever thought I would. Over and over I move him in and out of my mouth, my body growing steadily more heated at the idea of bringing him so much pleasure.
When he jets his release into my mouth, I take in all of it.
Quinn roars out a curse. I respond by swallowing all of his cum, and keep going until I have every last drop. The shuddering of his body, the noises he makes, the sweet words he calls me as he caresses my hair…all of it makes me understand the pleasures of giving head. I wanted him to feel good so badly, and succeeding in doing that for him makes me feel like I fucking own him.
“That’s my dick. All mine,” I whisper, placing kisses over his sweet, bare tummy.
The next thing I know Quinn is pulling me back to my feet to face him.
“You were wrong,” he says.
“About what?” I wonder, hoping against hope he doesn’t mean that I did it badly.
He smiles and gently kisses the tip of my nose. “About talent versus skill. You’ve got natural talent for making me feel amazing.”
Chapter Twelve
Quinn
“I think it’s about time we make love face to face.”
Normally I would assume I’d need a refractory period of a couple of hours. But my sugar, my Mal, still has me yearning for more.
I want to see all of her, taste every inch.
Look into her eyes while we hurdle this final barrier between us.
First, I help her undress, slowly.
To my surprise she holds her arms around her middle after we have her sweater removed.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’ve never been fully naked in front of a man before.”
“Okay.”
“And I’m a little self-conscious about my size.”
“Would it help if I were a little closer? And kept my eyes on your eyes while you undress the rest of the way by yourself?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“No,” I tease. “That’s my lip to bite.”
Both of us laughing, I nibble on her plump bottom lip.