Chapter Two #3
He loved how she responded to him without hesitation or reserve.
He felt her softness and her curves that were perfect for him.
He would even love it more if she gained a few more pounds of padding.
He couldn’t wait until she was pregnant with his child.
She would fill out, and her breasts would enlarge even more as he watched his child grow under her heart.
For now, until they were ready to consummate their commitment to each other that ended in him burying his cock so far into her that she would taste his cream on her tongue, he would feast on her crinkled areolas.
He knew when she found her way to his cock even before touching him, as it stiffened more painfully and jerked its elation.
His knees gave way a bit when her hand encircled the now exposed stalk and squeezed.
He released his hold on her breasts as he sucked in his breath and reached to still her eager hands, but she was having none of it.
As soon as he had released her, she dropped to her knees and, almost in the same movement, placed her lips on him and sucked.
She held him prisoner, and he loved it. She topped from the bottom at the very best of times. Having lost his oral gratification, he satisfied himself by running his hands through her tresses, and then he grabbed a handful, twisting and taking control.
“I love you can do that to me, piscín, but I need you to let me take over.”
He tugged enough to tingle but not cause pain.
Little twinges of pain were the types of control that she loved, taking her to the moon quickly, and he was learning when it was just right.
Too little would deflate her, leaving her frustrated.
Too much would either put her over the top too quickly or hurt too much, stopping all enjoyment.
He was learning, as she was, to control her needs when necessary, not extinguish them.
He helped her to slowly postpone her gratifications, as he wanted her to be able to do so.
Future scening would be more enjoyable if she could do that.
When she first took his cock in her mouth, she would rush through the sensual act, and while it was release, it was not as sweet as when she was more deliberate.
He was more measured when he played with her, not going rapidly just because her libido was rushing her like a freight train trying to make up time.
It wasn’t that he didn’t take her to completion, but slowly, meaningfully, and not the finish me up fast ending she was looking to get.
When he took control back, she had no choice but to slow to his speed.
He smiled when he heard her huff her dissatisfaction at being pushed from the driver’s seat.
He yanked again, and she settled back in to find the rhythm he chose.
Tonight, however, she was not accepting the slowdown for long.
It appeared as though her need to be rough; to be taken harder, was at the forefront of her mind.
Quinn held her in place and rammed his cock harder, striving to bounce off the back of her throat.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she gave her tells that her spot in front of his cock was exciting her. He had to marry this woman soon.
“Touch yourself, baby, rub your clit.”
Thankfully, she raced to do his bidding because he was close.
He shoved to the back of her throat and made her swallow once before withdrawing to allow her breath before slamming into her again.
Rough was how his piscín liked it sometimes.
Not sweet and gentle but carefully rough.
It was his responsibility to remember the line, but Lord, she was addictive.
They merged as her body stiffened and his tensed in one accord.
He shot his hot seed down her throat and she resisted, but firing her own rockets made her less worried about the essence in her mouth and flowing down her throat.
Breathing heavily, dragging hot, arousal-scented air into her lungs, she slowed her body’s heaving and looked up at him in surprise.
She had taken some of his cream, in small quantities but never all of it and never without gagging, but she did it this time.
Her triumphant smile almost tossed his resolve to wait until their wedding to consummate their love.
What held him back was his word; he had given it, and it needed to be the gold standard for their marriage.
He almost couldn’t wait, but he was determined to win that battle.
He intended to prove to them both that it wasn’t all about sex, that their attraction was all-encompassing.
He took his handkerchief and wet it under the sink to clean Cheyenne’s face.
She had cleaned him up with her tongue quite efficiently.
She rinsed her mouth and grabbed mouthwash, but she had done what they both thought was courting the impossible.
Pushing her own boundaries. He loved her more every day.
Like most things in his piscín’s life, timing and situation changed everything.
She was going to get her way to premarital consummation if he didn’t work faster himself.
He had to get a wedding ring on her finger and their vows recited quickly.