Chapter 25 #4
I nod, and she lifts off the pillow to kiss me as she rolls the condom down my cock. I haven’t worn a condom in so long, despite the strangling feeling and the tightness nearly making me lose sensation, the subtext of it sends me to the edge.
“One day I want to take you bareback, too,” she whispers before stroking her tongue along mine. “Now, fuck me, Landry, come on, please, I’m dying to feel you.”
I reach between us, and her green eyes study my face intently as I drag the backs of my knuckles up her pussy, wet and swollen, and nearly fill that condom right then and there.
I position myself at her entrance and she nods.
Kissing her lips, I gladly eat up all of her gentle moans and desperate little whines as I push myself inside, one aching inch at a time.
She slaps at my biceps when she needs a break, and I find her lips, kissing along her mouth, jaw, and throat, giving her all of my adoration and affection while she adjusts to my size.
Being inside her tight, greedy channel is turning me into someone different.
Putting the condom on, I was still me, but now that I’m inside her, her tiny frame struggling to take me, clawing and slapping, moaning and begging, I’m someone else entirely.
“Are you okay?” I ask, the husband in me erupting, taking control.
It feels so right to worry and take care of Quinn, and not just because we’re making love, though I see that now because we are.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, you’re so small,” I rasp, dusting my lips over the stiff peak of her perfect breasts, pulling on it with my teeth gently enough to make her spine curl.
She shakes her head, blonde ponytail tangling against the pillow.
Sweat slides off my forehead, trailing down my throat, and she reaches up, stealing it, dipping her fingers into her mouth.
I don’t know if the heat is solely the AC being out, or just what happens when our bodies are together this way.
Naked, with just a damn condom between us.
“More, Landry, I want more. I’m okay, please, more,” she begs, her voice a cocktail of trembles and pleas, and it does nothing for the urgency brewing in my gut, the urgent searing in my groin.
My hips move, but I keep my eyes on her face, watching as she struggles to accept my large size while not giving herself up to orgasm immediately. She’s fighting it, and so am I, because neither one of us wants it to end. Clearly.
“Quinn,” I breathe as she places her palms on my chest, fingering my chest hair as I fuck her, thrusting slow and deep. When she opens her legs even wider, my willpower is tested. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Those six words cause her eyes to pop open, and I know why I said them, I just have no idea why I waited until I’m eight inches deep to admit it.
She kisses me, filling my mouth with moans that make me fuck her faster, the bed licking the wall as my hips kiss her hard between her open legs.
“I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go.
Please, ask me to stay,” she whispers, but then her eyes roll closed and her small hands curve over my shoulders, her nails carving her ownership as she clings to me.
“Landry,” she moans, and then my whole world makes sense again as she tightens around my shaft, her little walls clinging in bursts, milking my shaft for everything I’ve got.
I struggle with control and lose, her whimpers and moans as she unravels on my cock prove to be too much.
“Fuck,” I grit out, thrusting deeper, holding it there, waiting as the pulsing between my legs erupts, and my orgasm slams into me.
Her mouth opens in silent awe, and our eyes come together as my cock throbs.
She holds my eyes, watching my every twitch and breath as I come into the condom inside of her, the feeling so unbelievably good that my eyes threaten to water.
Quinn strokes her palm up and down my bicep as I struggle to regain composure, my cock still twitching and throbbing inside her.
I crush my mouth down on hers and sink my fingers into her soft blonde hair, giving this kiss everything I can to show her how amazing that was, how good she felt, how perfect it was.
When I pull back, her eyes are misty, and she brings her hand to my cheek, stroking her thumb along my bottom lip. “That was even better than I imagined.”
I shake my head. “You’re tellin’ me.” Slowly, I start to withdraw, but she places her hands on my shoulders. “Wait,” Quinn breathes, peering down between our sweaty bodies. “I want to see.”
I don’t understand, so I shake my head. “See what?"
“I want to see you pull out of me, and I want to see your cum in the condom,” she says, still peering between us. Something about that admission stirs up my insides a little, and I kiss her again.
“What was that for?” she asks, splitting her focus between my eyes and my cock still inside of her.
“Because you’re unlike anyone I’ve met, and you make me so happy,” I admit, surprised by the words that come so freely but then again, when we were making love, we both agreed that we want to be together. This shouldn’t mean half as much, but because we’re not mid-fuck, we both know that it does.
“Landry,” she breathes, her voice soft and rattled from my admission.
I nod my head. “Okay, keep your eyes on the prize, baby.” Carefully, I reroute the heavy emotional moment to my dick, where I slowly start withdrawing. She whines as I hollow her and I find myself reassuring her that there will be more, whenever she says the word.
“I know, baby, but whenever you want me, I’m yours.
” I kiss her lips, then pull out of her the rest of the way.
She reaches down, finding my cock with her palm.
She holds the end of the condom, and runs her finger over my cum held by the warm, sticky latex.
Her eyes shine as she peers at it. “I’ve swallowed that,” she says pridefully, then looks up at me, her green eyes stealing my breath for a second.
“One day, that’s gonna be inside me, and not in a condom. ”
That’s as close as we come to revisiting what we said during sex. After some raucous making out and a joint clean up session in my bathroom, Quinn falls asleep in my bed.
I’d hoped she would.