Chapter 11 #3
Disconnecting the call, he slid an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
“Tell me what you need, love,” he whispered against my ear. “All of me is at your disposal.”
My breath hitched in my throat. “I . . . um . . . I want?—”
He kissed my neck, and I stifled a whimper.
“You want me to eat this pussy?” he asked, grabbing my ass.
“Y-yes.”
He chuckled as he pulled back. His eyes studied my face as his hand rested at the base of my neck. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and pulled me into him again.
“Say it.”
“I . . . I want you to . . . I want you to eat my pussy.”
The words sounded so weird coming from me. I barely recognized my own voice. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back inside and closed the door. After placing my phone on the end table, he led me down the hall to a door I assumed was his bedroom.
Opening it, we stepped inside, and he flipped the lights. The space was huge, and the view was just as beautiful as the view in the living room. Turning to face me, he peered down at me as he reached to unbutton my pants. Under his gaze, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body.
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then pushed my jeans down over my hips. I stepped out of them and kicked them over by the shirt. Standing before him in nothing but my bra, panties, and socks, I felt extremely vulnerable.
He reached behind me and unclasped the bra before pulling it from my shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor. Next went my thong. Taking a step back, he allowed his eyes to peruse my naked frame.
“You are fucking perfect,” he said, cupping my chin. “Fucking mine.”
He placed the sweetest kiss to my lips. I swore on my life, I went weak in the knees. He chuckled as he picked me up and placed me on the bed.
“Don’t worry,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. “I’m gonna give you a reason to have those legs shaking.”
Jesus, be a fence!
I visually traced every intricate tattoo embedded in his smooth, blemish free skin as he stepped between my legs. His hand slid around the back of my neck, pulling me into yet another kiss. His soft hands caressed me in ways that left my pussy leaking before he really even touched me.
As his hand slipped between my thighs, I gasped against his lips.
“Shhh,” he said, stroking my pearl. “Let me get her ready.”
His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, then down to my right nipple. She was sensitive as hell because that was the one I played with whenever I had to get myself off. She knew what time it was, and boy was she in for a treat that didn’t come from me, my rose, or my dildo.
“Qua-Quaid, . . . please,” I begged.
“I’ma give it to you, baby,” he said, easing two fingers into me.
“Oh, God!”
“Look at you making a mess already. This pussy get wet for you like this?”
“N-no.”
I wasn’t lying. I got wet for myself, but he had me leaking.
He smirked. “Lay back and let me taste you.”
In an instant, my back touched the bed. He slid me back enough for him to lie at the foot of the bed between my legs. The moment he draped my legs over his shoulders, he dove into my center, tongue first. I didn’t have time to brace myself before he was sucking my clit between his lips.
“Shit!” I cried out, gripping the bedding.
His skilled tongue and lips massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers eased into me. I was already panting, and we were barely ten seconds in.
“Oh my God. . . . Oooo fuck. . . . Oooo shit!”
He released my clit with an audible plop before spitting my juices on it and sucking it back between his lips. My legs were already shaking as he worked me over. I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples, attempting to ease some of the pressure building.
That did nothing but turn me on even more. With one hand on my breast and the other on the back of his head, I thrusted my hips to meet the stroke of his fingers.
“Don’t stop . . . Please, . . . don’t fucking stop!”
He chuckled, and the vibration reverberated through me. I felt his fingers curve to stroke my G-spot as he licked and sucked my clit. Even if I was begging him not to stop, I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more.
The pressure kept building. This was nothing like my self-pleasure sessions. I didn’t have shit on him, and it was very clear by the way I subconsciously started backing up toward the headboard. His arm locked around my thighs, and he pulled me back down.
“Stay,” he said, briefly releasing my clit.
When he dove back in, all I could do was lie there and take it. Tears streamed down the sides of my face, and my legs trembled viciously. The muscles of my stomach tightened, and I knew I was about to explode.
“I’m cumming . . .” I said, gasping. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Shit!”
When I came, all I could hear was ringing in my ears for a solid twenty seconds. I couldn’t scream. I could barely fucking breathe. It was like my soul levitated from the bed, and I was watching myself come undone.
When I finally caught my breath, I cried out. A string of words left my lips, and I wasn’t sure any of it made sense, but shit! What didn’t make sense was the way he just ate my pussy like that.
I lay on my back, panting heavily, my body still twitching from the orgasm. Quaid snaked his way up to my lips and kissed me. I’d never tasted myself, but the taste of me on his lips was exhilarating. When he pulled away, he peered down at me with a smile.
“Stay with me tonight?” he asked.
I nodded. “Only if you do that again.”
He chuckled. “I got you.”