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“We’re not done Amelia. I plan to wear you out, before I let you sleep.” I grin as he places our glasses on the bedside table.Damn he really can go all night.
“So this talking, not the lazy bed talk, then?” I ask, running my fingers up and down his chest.
“Exactly, more of giving my cock time to reset for another round.” I laugh at him.
“I’m going to call Eric tomorrow.”
“Well, that should help my cock reset quickly.” He sarcastically laughs. “What are you going to tell him?” He nonchalantly nibbles my fingers.
“That I’m not coming back. It’s over.” I like his hands.
“How do you think that’s going to go over?”
I laugh looking up at his eyes. “Really? Probably as well as you would take it, if I told you I’ve changed my mind about leaving him.”
“That bad huh,” he teases looking down at me. “Seriously, I know he’s going to be livid. I don’t want you going to the house alone.”
“I’ll go Monday, he’ll be at the office. I want to get my pictures. I don’t really have anything else I can’t replace.” I can see his wheels turning. “Why are you being quiet?”
“I can’t go Monday, I’ve got meetings all day.” He’s rubbing my thigh now.
“I can go, I guess Tina will go with me.”
“Steve will go, he’s going to be driving you two around Jacksonville. If anything does happen, he’s protection enough.” I nod listening. “I don’t want you telling him about us without me there. We will tell him that together.”
“Oh I’m not telling him anything about us.” I lean up looking at him. “I’m not telling him I left him for you. No way!”Is he freaking crazy?
“Amelia, he’s going to find out about us.” Quinton brings my fingertips to his lips, kissing them softly.
“Quinton, he would be way past livid, way past!” I watch him nonchalantly nibbling about. “You’re not concerned at all, are you?”
“Nope!” He grins scooting down. “He's not a threat.” I titter at his comment, feeling his soft lips kissing my neck, nibbling along my clavicle. His hand pulls the sheet down.His sheets feel good sliding across my nipples. I roll on my back as he continues kissing over my chest, dragging his tongue down my breastplate.
I giggle lacing my fingers in his hair—watching him kiss around my stomach. My breath catches in my throat as he sucks and licks around my belly button. “I love kissing this part of you.”
“I love it too,” I whisper, watching him, kissing lower and lower.
I gasp, closing my eyes, as he sucks and kisses my swollen sensitive bud. My back arches from the sudden sensation. I feel his lips smiling as he continues to kiss around my pubic mound, blowing on my clit.
“You are so beautiful Amelia.” He pushes my legs up, spreading me for his taking, and my toes curl into his shoulders. I whimper, closing my eyes and cradling his head, holding him in place, as he meticulously glides that beautiful tongue. Every titillating lick, swirl, and suck his tongue provides arouses my clit.
“Quinton,” My hips are quivering, flexing against his tongue. “Oh … God … you’re amazing at that.” My delight only comes out as a faint whisper melting under his touch—his hand rubs over my tummy, pressing down as he swirls his tongue, circling my clitoris and sucking the tip. My thighs quiver against his elbows, which have immobilized me. “It’s too much,” I cry out. He pins my wrists against the mattress, moaning into my center … not letting up. I scream, shivering, bucking my hips. My release is slow and hard at the same time. The sensation is melting over my body. “Quinton.” I cry, barely audible. I can’t breathe. He’s going to kill me by orgasm.
“Damn you taste good,” he growls, dropping my hypersensitive bud from his lips.
“I’m too sensitive.”
“Oh I know you are.” He kisses up my stomach, licking and nibbling up my breastplate. “I love your tits. The way they swell from my sucking and squeezing. How the nipples harden against my tongue with every flick and tug. Mmm, when I get my fill, I’m going to make sweet, slow love to you, Amelia.” I gasp, arching my back as his tongue assaults my nipple. He’s squeezing my other tit, rolling his thumb over my other nipple. He knows my nipples are directly connected to my core. I feel every sensation down below. And he doesn’t even have to touch me there!
I’m dying … bucking against him. “I want you so badly, I hurt,” I beg watching him seductively feeding off my body.
“I can feel your wetness on me,” he mumbles against my nipple. I whimper, wanting to feel him inside of me. “I can still taste you … I could live off you.” He watches my eyes, stroking his thick cock as he positions himself at my opening. The anticipation is killing me. I arch back, gasping, as he glides his swollen head into my wet folds. “Feel every fucking inch of me. It’s all for you.”
“Yes,” I moan, sucking his neck, “you’re huge!” My body stretches for his invasion, the lecherous sensations are immediate … my toes curl instantly. He’s had me so many times already, yet it still feels like the first time every time!
“Damn right I’m huge,” Quinton growls in the crook of my neck, “I like filling you with my essence.”
“I love to feel you … your thickness … pinches me,” I whimper adjusting, “I like it. Your cum turns me on.”
