But first, she had to be sure.
Breaking the kiss, Glyma cradled the back of Quin’s head and pressed their foreheads together. “What do you want, Quin?”
Her answer was immediate. “You.”
“Like this?” Glyma asked, rubbing soothing circles over Quin’s lower back, and Quin nodded. Dropping her hand lower, she played with the base of Quin’s tail, then cupped the back of her thigh and hitched it up around her hip. Quin squeaked in surprise as Glyma grinned. “Like this?”
Again, Quin nodded. “I want you however I can have you.”
“Oh, baby, I’m already yours,” Glyma said, and Quin tightened her grip in Glyma’s hair and hauled her back down.
This kiss was harder, more urgent. Quin kissed her like her life depended on it, and Glyma scooped her into her arms. She yelped and locked her legs around Glyma’s waist, and Glyma carried her toward the bedroom. They made a pitstop at the bathroom door, where Glyma pressed her against the wall for leverage as she unfastened her blazer.
The next stop was in the kitchen, Quin on the counter, tongue in Glyma’s mouth as they made quick work of her dress shirt. She wore a simple black bra, and Glyma cautiously slipped the straps over her shoulders in question. A heavy swallow, followed by a nervous nod, and Quin reached back to unfasten the clasp.
The bra fell away, and the Daemon reflexively closed her arms over her chest, as if to hide her small breasts from sight. “Not much to look at, I'm afraid,” she said quietly, and Glyma shook her head in exasperation.
“Hey, now, we don’t judge boobies harshly in this house. Just because I’m part of the big-titty committee, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate every single size, shape, and color,” Glyma said with a wink, and Quin’s mouth twitched with amusement. “Seriously, boobs are the best, and your boobs… I mean, your boobs are amazing, from what little I’ve seen. Not that I’ve looked,” she rushed out, and Quin’s lips spread further into a smirk. “Okay, fine, I totally check out your boobs whenever I think I can get away with it. So you shouldn’t be insecure; I think they’re gonna fit great in my hands. And my mouth.”
The Daemon’s quick inhale made Glyma want to purr again, and she dragged a finger down her throat, then lower, between the breasts she was covering. Before she reached Quin’s hands, they dropped to tuck between her thighs, effectively exposingher chest and torso. Her breasts were small, little mounds with dark red nipples, and Glyma’s mouth watered.
She cupped one, dragging a thumb over her areola, and Quin trembled. Excited and eager, Glyma dipped her head and nuzzled between those cute little swells. Then she kissed Quin’s breast, then her nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, lavishing it with attention, and Quin exhaled in a rush, arching into the touch. Glyma smiled against her skin and gave her other breast the same reverent treatment.
“I’m going to take you apart until you unravel in my arms,” she promised, and Quin shuddered.
“Take me to bed, Miss Aryti,” she said, and gods, she was begging. How could Glyma ever say no to that?
“As you wish, Miss Duboi,” Glyma said, hoisting her back into her arms.
In the bedroom, Glyma lowered Quin onto the bed, tails knotting together as she followed her down, settling between her legs. She shifted, swinging one leg over so she straddled Quin’s thigh, her knee sinking into the mattress between Quin’s legs.
Quin hesitantly teased her fingertips under the neckline of Glyma’s robe, and Glyma nuzzled her cheek. “You can touch me, Quin.”
“I’ve never—” she cut herself off, turning away like she was embarrassed.
Glyma had wondered about Quin’s experience, or possible lack thereof, but she was still somewhat surprised. “You’ve never been with a woman at all?”
“Nothing substantial,” she admitted quietly.
“That’s okay.” Glyma grazed a knuckle down her cheek. “We don’t have to rush or do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“No, I want to,” she rushed out, following the neckline of Glyma’s robe where it splayed open over her cleavage. Herfingers shook as she traced the swell of Glyma’s breasts. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“There’s no formula, Quin.” She took Quin’s hand and guided it into her robe to cup her breast, and Quin gasped. “It’s about feeling and sharing pleasure. Being together and enjoying. That looks different for everyone.”
“I want it to be good for you.” Quin smiled sheepishly as she circled her thumb over Glyma’s nipple.
Chuckling, Glyma spread her hand on Quin’s flat stomach. “Being with you is good, and orgasms aren’t always the goal. Though, full disclosure, as a Succubus, I come quite easily. If you come, I come.”
Quin’s brows shot up. “Oh? That’s… convenient.”
“Well if I’m feeding, that’s the case. It’s an exchange of energies, so if you’re giving off lots of energy, then my body responds. Like a feedback loop.” Glyma thumbed at the button of Quin’s slacks. “But I don’t have to feed. I can control it if—”
“I want you to,” Quin said, thumbing brushing over her peaked nipple again. “Especially if it gives you pleasure."
“In my experience, it gives both parties pleasure.” She kissed Quin’s cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “Can I take these off?”
Her thumb tapped Quin’s button again, and the Daemon nodded, her hand dropping away from Glyma’s breast. She didn’t bother straightening her robe, letting it hang open so Quin could look her fill. She cursed, going a little slack-jawed, and Glyma preened at the attention.
