She wound her hips against my dick, and it didn’t take a second for it to get hard at the feel of her ass against me.
“B?” I said against her skin.
“Hmmm?” She moaned.
I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She rubbed it through the material of my pants.
“You see how much I missed you?”
She laughed. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
She turned to face me. “I missed you too, Quentin,” She admitted.
“Let me feel how much you missed me, B.”
I slid her pants over her waist and helped her step out of them as they pooled at her feet. Her breathing was ragged as I backed her up to the counter.
“Lay on the counter, I like my meal on the table,” I said.
She used the barstool to sit on the island and slid back. Her legs were crossed, like she was shy. Like I hadn’t seen every inch of her body.
“Open your legs, you said you miss me, right?”
She nodded, lip tucked between her teeth.
“Then act like it. Stop acting like you don’t want me to kiss it.”
She was already moaning, and I hadn’t even touched her. Whatever it was between us was just that thick.
I leaned down and pulled her to me. I licked her pussy, and she pulled away from me. I looked up at her as she smiled. Those first twenty-four hours did just enough to let me know that it was something about her that I couldn’t get enough of. But being here in between her legs again confirmed that for me.
“Q! Damn,” she groaned as she ground against my face and scratched the back of my neck. She was getting wetter by theminute, and I felt like she was about to cum. Once she started bucking and pulling away from me, I knew that she was close.
Locking my arms around her legs, I held her in place. Because I know her ass wasn’t running. Breeze always said shit that she couldn’t back up. She asked me to be here when she already knew the result. She was going to have to lie there and take it or ride my face, but either way, running wasn’t going to be an option. We had a long weekend, and if she was already tapping out, I don’t know how she was going to make it until Sunday night.
Breeze
Turks and Caicos was the perfect choice if I must say so myself. The sky was the prettiest shade of blue, the weather was ideal, and each scene looked like it had come to life from the pictures I had seen.
But not even such a beautiful island could hold a candle to the scene that was unfolding before me. I was willing to bet my life savings that no sandy beaches, palm trees, and birds chirping melodies could compare to the sight of Quentin between my legs. His moisturized dark skin, muscles flexing as he held my thighs to keep me in place, the sight of his beard glistening.
I palmed the back of his head as he devoured me. We had been in the house for less than ten minutes, and he had already managed to have me sprawled out over the kitchen island. He said that he missed me, but if the flick of his tongue was any indication of how much, I don’t even know how he survived this last year without me.
I could feel my own juices now underneath me on the countertop, wet and sticky. Then he applied pressure to my clit and sped up.
“Q!!!!” I said as I tried to slide away from him with one hand. He steadied me by placing his hand on my stomach to stop me.
“I’m about toooo-” as soon as I was nearing my release, he stopped and stood to his full height. His face was a mess; it was literally soaked.
He ran his hand through his beard and gave me the cockiest smile that probably could have made me release on its own.
“You did miss me, baby, turn over,” I looked at him like he was crazy. I was literally on the counter, and he wanted me on all fours. But I wasn’t in any position to argue with him. He had already asked me if I was going to debate or wanted my pussy eaten. I was choosing the latter. I could worry about my knees being sore another time.
I repositioned myself on the counter to all fours, and he finished his meal. He alternated between eating me with his thumb teasing my butt and licking my butt with two fingers inside my pussy, forcing the orgasm out of me.
His moans as he ate me were the most erotic thing that I had ever heard. But it was something about the way he sped up and moaned “mmhmm” like he just knew he was giving me everything I needed, that pushed me over the edge.
