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“I love the way you kiss, but that’s not the taste I want…” He breathes against my skin, and I can practically feel the tension radiating through his body.
“You can have that too. I want it—so badly. It’s all I can think about since you mentioned it,” I whisper.
“Fuck me…” he groans against my shoulder, but his hand slips under the T-shirt I have on, and his fingers splay over my skin.
“I was waiting for you tonight,” I say, trying to summon the bravery I wish I had earlier.
“What?” His brows knit together, and he looks up at me.
I shrug. “I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I was waiting for you half-undressed though. Almost climbed in your bunk.”
“Madness, fuck… You can’t tell me stuff like that. It’s why I came out here and stayed away from you.”
“You don’t want me?” My bravery falters.
“I want you—fuck do I want you. But—” I put my fingers over his lips, and then lean in to kiss my way up his neck. His palms slide over me again and his fingers dig in like he doesn’t want to let me go.
“Then taste me.Please. I need it.”
He breaks. I can see it on his face, the moment he decides to say fuck it, and have his cake and eat it too. His grip on my ass tightens, and before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted into the air and he switches our positions, placing me in the lounge chair.
I slip my shorts off as he kneels down in front of me. His hands slide under the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my thighs and dragging them over my calves until he tosses them on top of my shorts. He kisses the inside of my ankle and then another on the inside of my leg, slow torturous drags of his lips and tongue as he makes his way up.
He kisses the top of my thigh and then his eyes raise to meet mine. My heart is in my throat, and I’m so turned on by being in this position with him I don’t know that it’ll take more than a few touches from him for me to be falling apart in his hands.
“Are you sure?”
More sure than I’ve ever been in my life.
I nod. “Very.”
“Sit forward and spread for me then.” He curls his fingers toward himself and I do as he asks.
“This good?” I ask, still nervous despite how much I want this and hoping I don’t do anything wrong.
“So fucking good.” His eyes are caught between my thighs, and his hands press to spread me a little wider. “You have such a pretty fucking pussy.” I see his throat bob as he swallows.
He spreads me and leans forward, his tongue taking a long drag, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from crying out, half a whimper escaping instead. The warmth of his mouth. The way my nerve endings light up under the touch of his tongue. I can barely take it.
He follows suit with another round, and my fingers wrap around the arms of the wooden chair. He was right about Tom being an idiot, but I’m also thankful I’m getting Quentin for this instead of him. All my bad luck with guys finally paying off with someone profoundly good.
But the next bit, where he teases my clit over and over with the tip of his tongue and then sucks has me gasping. Every time my mind threatens to slip to some nervous or self-conscious place he drags my attention back to him. Keeping me focused on how good he feels.
It’s like I’m being tortured and having the most exquisite sort of pleasure I’ve ever had in my life. I reach out and my fingers twist through his hair as he works me over. He takes one of my legs, lifting it over his shoulder, and I lean back further in the chair. I spread wider for him, and he devours me like I’m the best thing he’s ever had.
When he slips two fingers inside of me, moving in and out to the same rhythm of his mouth, I feel like I might just die here. It would be fine. A beautiful place to die really.
I lean back further and look up at the sky as he pauses to kiss the inside of my thigh. It’s so dark out here even with the moon, and all of the stars have it lit up, glittering like tiny diamonds against the inky-blue sky. I only have a moment to appreciate though before he takes me with his mouth again.
He starts to suck on my clit once more, and I can’t help the moan that comes out next, one where I beg him to give me more and cry out about how I can’t take it in intervals. He’s rougher with me than he has been in the past, like he’s not as worried that I’m glass that will shatter, and maybe, I hope, chasing something he wants as much as I do.
A few moments later my body can’t take anymore. I break on the next wave, and it blooms into the kind of orgasm that has my legs shaking and me gasping for my next breath. The kind that I’ve never really had before, even after I thought the other night was as good as I could hope for. He kisses me gently through the last of it, his fingers slipping out of me slowly, and his kisses grow more languid as he works his way back down my thighs.
The warmth that’s spread through every limb of my body starts its inevitable retreat and I start to sit up. He sits back on his heels and kisses my knee, grinning as he looks up at me.
“And?” he asks.
“You’re good at everything. As usual.” I smile back at him.
