The anticipation has my stomach knotting, my breathing coming quicker, heavier.
He reaches the apex of my thighs and he brushes the toy over my clit, and I jerk, a sharp gasp slipping past my lips as the vibrations zip through me.
He presses the toy harder against me, working it in circles, searching for the perfect spot to make me come undone, and it doesn’t take him long to find it. Once he does, my leg muscles tense and a moan escapes me.
My pussy is throbbing so much it feels like it has its own pulse. I can feel my inner walls squeezing around nothing as he continues his sweet torture on my swollen clit.
He presses the button on the toy and the vibrations increase. I buck off the bed, the sensation coursing through me is almost to the point of being too much.
“Tell me,” he commands in a low voice.
“You! I think of you!” I cry.
A huge grin spreads across his face before he takes my mouth roughly, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he explores me, tastes me.
“Are you going to come for me, Quinn?” he rasps against my lips.
He presses the button again and the vibrations increase once more, and I cry out. My orgasm is upon me before I know it.
“Oh my God, Dwight!” I scream as my orgasm consumes me. My eyes screw shut and my head tips back, my body spasming as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“Good girl,” I hear him say, and I open my eyes to find him watching me with such awe, like he’s seen a miracle right before his eyes.
My orgasm seems to go on forever, and I never want it to end. It feels too good.
I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Once the last few aftershocks of my orgasm subside, he pulls the vibrator away from me and switches it off, tossing it beside me on the bed, before gathering me in his arms and pulling me up to straddle his lap.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” he says against my lips.
“That makes two of us.”
I happen to notice the hard bulge that is straining against his jeans. I reach down and unbutton them. I glance up to meet his eyes, asking for permission and he nods. I shift off him and grip the top of his jeans and underwear. He sits up to let me pull them down his thighs. His hard cock springs free. It’s long and thick, his tip glistens with pre-cum. I swipe my thumb over it, causing him to shudder, and bring it to my mouth, the sharp salty tang hitting my taste buds.
I reach back down and wrap my hand around his length. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this, and he must sense it, because he covers my hand with his and tightens his grip, showing me how hard to squeeze.
He groans and I begin to pump, the skin smooth and silky, as I work my hand up and down his length. His lips part slightly, his breaths coming in jagged pants as his head tips back, his eyes drifting closed, his face a picture of serenity.
I lean down and swipe the flat of my tongue over his tip, my eyes fixed on his face. I take him by surprise because he gasps and looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Fuck, Quinn. Do that again,” he moans, and I do, again and again, his body jerking every time.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin to suck, while continuing to work his length in my hand. I feel his hand come to rest on the back of my head as he applies light pressure, pushing me further onto him, taking more of him into my mouth.
I work him into my mouth slowly, taking my time. Soon enough, I feel the tip reach the back of my throat and I fight the urge to gag, tears springing into my eyes.
The sounds that leave his mouth spur me on and I begin to suck harder, my cheeks hollowing as I work my mouth up and down his length.
Dwight’s breathing becomes shallow and heavy, so I know he’s getting close.
“Quinn, I’m gonna come,” he says, his fist tightening in my hair, and a few seconds later, hot spurts of salty liquid fill my mouth. His hips thrust up into my mouth as he rides out the last remnants of his orgasm before he stills, his chest heaving as he pants for breath.
I pull back, swallowing down his release. It’s a strange taste but it’s not too unpleasant. I look up into his eyes and smile.
“You really didn’t have to do that,” he says.
“I know, but I wanted to. I wanted to see what it was like. Was it… you know… good for you?”
He grips the back of my neck and draws me in close. “It was fucking amazing.You’reamazing.”
