I run my hand over her and I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. She's right, damn, my baby's juicy. I ease her knee over my chest, drawing her cunt to my mouth.
"There we go," I say, "that's how you 69," I teach her. And then I begin to suck her cunt again, the way she needs, and that's how we move as one.
She sucks me off until I come, which isn't so damn long because I'm hot and horny for her in a way I've never been before. She is mine. She's all mine and I am hers.
"Fuck," I groan as I lick her cunt.
She comes against my mouth so nice and hard. Her pussy riding my mouth the way she was made to do, and I wonder what she's thinking, sucking me off. All that hot fudge on her lips. I finish and she swallows.
Damn, she's a good fucking girl. She rolls around, dizzy with lust and desire. Her eyes hooded, hot, heavy.
"What is it?" I say.
"Everything about this is making me so ready."
"For what?" I ask.
"For more," she tells me. "I need that cock inside me. Please, Nicholas. Don't make me wait anymore."
10
QUINN
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks and I nod.
In control, awake and alive in a way I've always dreamt about. "I'm ready," I tell him. "Please,” I beg. “You're covered in hot fudge and whipped cream."
"So are you," he tells me. "Should we shower first?"
"Maybe, that's a good idea," I say with a smile. And he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. He turns the shower on. And he lets it get warm. With his phone on, he finds a playlist with some piano music that is holiday themed. And I appreciate the ambiance.
"That's perfect," I say. "I never imagined having sex to Christmas music tonight but…"
He chuckles, "This is perfect. Better than perfect."
"It is, isn't it? The start of something."
He cuts me off with a kiss. A good, soft kiss. "The start of our forever," he finishes for me.
Then he takes my hand and we walk into the shower stall, together. The steam wraps around us and he picks up a bar of soap, sudsing me nice and slow. It's sensual and beautiful. And I feel seen by him in a whole different way.
Earlier, it was all laughs and chuckles, giggles and grins. Now, it's something different. Holier. Is that the right word for this? Sacred, even?
It feels special in a way I wasn't prepared for. Maybe it was using the word "love" out there in the living room that changed it from a purely light-hearted hookup to something more intimate, something more real.
"What?" he asks. "I see you're thinking all sorts of things in those beautiful blue eyes of yours."
"I guess I was just wondering when this changed."
He pours out shampoo in his hand and lathers up my hair. "No one ever washes my hair," I tell him. “Not since I was a little girl.”
"Would you rather I didn't?"
"No, I like it," I say. "I actually like it a lot."
"Good," he says, "I really like it too." He washes all of me from head to toe. "I think it changed out there, probably when I was licking your pussy, when your cunt was pressed against my mouth," he says.
I close my eyes, shaking my head, cringing for a moment.
"No," he says. "Don't. I mean it. I was with you in the most erotic moment possible and the most explicit way. And it didn't feel like we were just there for the sex. It felt like we were coming together as one. Or," he shakes his head. "Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm the one who's lost my mind. But…"
"No," I say, running the bar of soap over his firm and solid chest. "I felt the same way, Nicholas. I wondered if I was the one who was crazy because I was the one who was sucking your cock covered in chocolate sauce. And yet it didn't feel purely playful. Yes, it did in some ways, but it also felt like I was being intimate with my partner." I bite the side of my lip as the warm water wraps around us. "Like I felt safe doing it because I was with someone who I had known forever." I swallow and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. "I felt like I had known you forever, Nicholas."
He kisses me then, as the water washes away the soap in my hair and the soap on our bodies. And eventually, before the water can run cold, we turn the shower off and we wrap ourselves in giant towels. And Nicholas carries me to his bedroom, setting me on the king-size bed, half wet, still completely naked.
He runs his hands over my body ever so slowly. Kisses planted everywhere. I can't match his fast enough, but God do I try. One here, one there. Faster, until his mouth is on mine, until our fingers lace. And he pins his hands above my head and he moves his body against mine. His cock entering me ever so slowly, inch by inch.