Quinn felt his smile, entirely too delirious to pay it the attention it deserved as she grabbed the blistering edges of her orgasm closer. Moaned at the whitewashed ceiling and rocked his mouth when it held tight to her clit. Adding a pull that tumbled her closer still.
The gentle insertion might have stalled everything had he not distracted her with his teeth scraping over tender folds of reddened flesh. Coated in slick, his finger slipped into her ass with ease.
Grasping the cushions, Quinn tried to scramble away from the uncertainty that pervaded her lower half. Pleasure and dismay wove in thick strands, one refusing to outdo the other. Still Tobias sucked and licked, concentrating on that pert nub to keep her ever more off kilter.
“S-Stop… it feels…”
Tobias shrugged her legs away. Giving himself more room to work. More space to torment her. The wide bulk of him strained to fit into such a small area, following every jerky twitch Quinn made.
The glide became smoother, friction evening out as assailed nerves became accustomed to his invasion. Tumbled over into sheer pleasure as he manipulated both her holes and continued to attack her clit.
“Tobias,” Quinn squealed, drawing it out into a bewildered whine as he added another thick finger. Clenched around the invading digits. Jolted when he moved his hands in concert, filling her. Sensations she couldn’t grasp detonated under her skin. Pleasure crashed into her and receded, building for another blow.
“Next time, my cock will be here,” he husked against her folds. Pushed his fingers deep into her ass and widened them, making her feel the stretch. Added a hard suck to her clit and plunged his fingers hard into her pussy. Easing back, he looked up at her along the line of her body, lips curving. “You’ll come even harder than you are now.”
“No,” Quinn whimpered. Knew she was lying as she spread wider, tipping her hips to ease his entry into her body. Her guttural groan spilling into the air as another crushing swell of bliss pounded into her.
“Yes. Now come.”
Lungs seizing in a silent cry as he managed to strike each point at once, Quinn froze. Overloading her synapses with an explosion of pleasure, he added to the violent bliss shivering through her. Crackling through her bones, melting her thoughts into nothing.
Air knocked loose on a shrill keen, his teeth scraped over her clit one last time. The crushing weight of her orgasm slammed into her. Knocked her from that high point to free fall into the ether. Airy sounds becoming a scream grinding from her throat, he plunged his fingers deep.
Vision sheeting to white stained brilliant chartreuse and vivid scarlet, she heard her shriek from a long way off. Ages between one ragged breath and the next, it scalded her throat and split her lips with a keening cry.
Twitching under a fresh flood of sensations, Quinn opened her eyes. The slick slide of flesh too much, she dug her nails into his shoulders as he climbed his way up her body. Hauling her hips down the cushion, the rasp of the textured fabric overwhelmed.
“Hold on to me, sweetness,” Tobias whispered against her damp temple. “Just hold on.”
Quinn gasped as the head of his cock slipped through her wet folds. Seated against her entrance, one smooth push drove him into the hilt. Pussy fluttering around his length, eager and ready. Limbs slow, she wrapped them around his torso. Held on as tight as she could as he began to move.
“That’s it, little bird.”
* * *
Laptop balanced on precarious knees, Quinn squinted at Elise’s sprawled body. Tipping her head side to side, she muttered under her breath and turned back to the screen. Movements still uncertain and awkward, she moved the cursor to hover over the next larger size. She’d never had cause to use a laptop, let alone shop on one, but Tobias refused to let them go out. A lecture about the dangers of it left Quinn more than a little disgruntled. Then he’d dropped the device in her lap and told her to have at it.
“I can do it for you, Miss Quinn,” Meghan said for what had to be the hundredth time.
“I’m doing it, damn it.” Voice sharper than she intended, Quinn set the laptop aside with care to scrub at her eyes. “I’m sorry, just… I want to do this. It means a lot he’s letting me.”
“It’s only shopping. I do it for them every day.”
Quinn’s shoulders slumped, any remaining excitement slipping away in a slimy rush. Of course Meghan shopped for them all the time, and they didn’t need new clothes any more than she did. It was more that Quinn would choose, could pick to not put her little girl in pink ribbons and rainbows. To get Adam a decent set of jeans that he could play in, not items that looked more at home at some fancy dinner.
Meghan also wouldn’t understand the importance of it all.
“You should also be careful what you say. They’re both picking up words they shouldn’t.”
“Every kid picks up a few curse words.” Quinn snorted and pulled the laptop back onto her thighs, her decisive click sending the two piece romper to her cart.
“Not every child.” Meghan sniffed, the act derisive and unexpected.
Pale brows fell, pursed lips sliding sideways as Quinn glanced where Meghan guided Elise to play with some new educational toy. Shoulder jerking to be rid of the unwelcome emotions, Quinn chose to focus on getting a few toys that promised nothing but entertainment.
An hour later and Quinn began to doubt the use of so many things. The kids grew at an astounding rate. Elise could outgrow several of them in a month, Adam in even less with the way he sprouted. Items picked for her own enjoyment were triple the cost and half the purpose. Peering at the amounts displayed on each of the tabs opened in the browser, teeth caught and held the tender flesh of her lip.
“Watch them for a second, I just… I’m going to run downstairs,” Quinn said as she climbed to her feet. Laptop clutched to her chest, she looked at the kids absorbed in their play and decided she would push for their items. She didn’t need things for herself.
