“Are you sure you want this, Quinn? Because once we start, there’s no going back.”
I look up, finding his eyes heated with lust. “I want this. I wantyou.”
He dips back down, his tongue seeking entry into my mouth. I open for him, allowing his tongue to sweep inside, only to be met with my own. He reaches for the waistband of my jeans that are still heavy with rainwater. He peels them off my legs and throws them to the ground with the rest of my clothes, so I’m left in only my panties.
He grips my knees and pulls them apart, making space for himself as he settles in between my legs, his mouth finding mine again.
The throbbing between my legs is almost painful as the rough fabric of his jeans grazes over my swollen, sensitive clit through my panties, the friction so good it hurts, but I need more.
I need him to touch me.
“Dwight, please,” I pant against his lips.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says, his voice low and thick.
“I want... I, um...” I know exactly what I want, I just can’t muster up the courage to say it out loud.
Dwight pulls up slightly, peering down at me. “Quinn, what do you want me to do to you? Tell me.”
“I want you to… to lick me... down there.” I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Has anyone tasted your pussy before?” His dirty words send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I shake my head. “No. I've only been with one guy when I was seventeen. He was drunk and it was dark. Let's just say he took care of himself and...”
“He didn’t make you come?” I shake my head again and a growl erupts from his chest. “He was a boy who didn’t know how to satisfy you, how to worship you. You're with a man now, and I’m going to show youexactlyhow you should be worshipped.”
My stomach flutters.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky grin before he slides down the bed, grips my panties and tears them off my body, the sound of the lacy fabric splitting into shreds fills the room and I let out a gasp, my skin burning where the fabric grazed me, red welts mar my skin.
I’m left completely naked, and the way he gazes at me, the feeling of his eyes roaming over my body, memorizing every line and curve, makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
He brings the scrap of fabric up to his nose, his eyes fluttering closed as he inhales deeply, letting out a satisfied groan. I feel heat rise into my cheeks as I watch him smell me, both embarrassed and turned on at the sight.
His eyes open and find mine, they’re hard, almost animalistic, like a bull seeing red before an attack. He tosses my ripped panties to the floor and reaches between my legs where his fingers find me soaked for him.
“Christ, you’re so wet for me,” he moans, his low voice rumbling through my body. His thumb rubs circles over my sensitive, swollen clit, his fingers sliding back and forth through my wet folds before he plunges two long, thick fingers inside me, making me gasp.
He works them in and out of me, playing my body expertly, like he knows exactly what to do. He dips down and drags his lips down my body, licking a trail between the valley of my breasts, and down my stomach, his beard tickling my skin.
I watch him as he comes to a stop, his mouth hovering just inches above where I so desperately want him to be. His eyes flick up to mine for a split second, his mouth curving into a smirk, just as he takes one long lick with the flat of his tongue from my entrance, all the way up to my clit.
A cry rips through me, my hands balling my bed sheets into my fist. The feeling of his tongue on me is entirely new, a little strange, but the most incredible, intoxicating feeling. He does it again and again, before turning his attention onto my clit which he begins circling and flicking with the tips of his tongue. This, in conjunction with his fingers that continue to pump into me has my orgasm coming fast and strong. His expert mouth and fingers has me writhing underneath him, fisting the sheets in one hand while my other is buried deep in his hair as he eats me.
“You taste so damn good,” he moans before diving back between legs.
My thighs tighten around his head as he continues his sweet torture on my body, and after one final flick of his tongue I explode. My back arches off the bed as my orgasm tears through me, a scream hitching in my throat as I squirm on the mattress.
He never lets up until the aftershocks begin to subside, and once they do, he pushes off the bed and works his jeans down his legs, along with his underwear, kicking them off. His cock stands to attention as he climbs back onto the bed. He sits back on his heels, pulling my legs further apart so I’m completely open to him. He reaches down and fists his cock in his hand while staring down at me, his chest heaving, his damp hair a tousled mess as strands fall over his eyes.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy.
“I want to feel you, I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean. I haven’t had sex with anyone since Grace died,” he admits.
“Seriously?”
He nods. “Any woman I dated felt wrong, like I was cheating on her somehow...”
