Page 39 of Finding Haven
When I make it back into the bedroom, I watch for a moment as Quinn’s chest rises and falls with deep, steady breaths. Assured she’s still truly asleep, I move over to the nightstand on her side of the bed to check her phone. Last night, after the incident at the Anders Estate, I watched her check her blood sugar levels on her phone several times throughout the night. She explained the app to me and what the different numbers mean, and I want to make sure that she’s within range before I wake her up the way I’m craving to.
She looks absolutely stunning. Her pajamas consist of nothing more than a baggy t-shirt that’s old enough, she blushed when I asked her how long she’s had it. The material is so thin that I’m honestly surprised it’s still in one piece. It’s bunched up in her sleep, the fabric gathered around her waist to reveal light blue lace panties.
As hot as she looks in them, I need them off of her.
Now.
I step quietly as I make my way towards the bed, eyes locked on the scrap of fabric keeping her pussy hidden from view. My tongue swipes between my lips, wetting them as I kneel carefully on the mattress. I trail my hands up her legs and gently drag my fingertips over her skin, starting at her ankles and making my way to her hips. Curling my fingers around the blue lace, I lean down and press my lips to her inner thigh, fighting back a groan as I feel the warmth of her cunt radiating through the fabric.
I’ve never wanted a woman as viscerally as I want her or felt a desire this intense burning through my veins.
Lifting my eyes to her face, I press my lips to her lace-covered pussy and swipe my tongue along the center of her slit. I pause as she emits a soft groan, pulling back until only my breath is brushing against her core. When she settles a few seconds later, I start over. Flicking my tongue over her clit through the delicate fabric, I slowly begin to pull her panties down her thighs.
Pause.
I kiss the skin surrounding the pump on her outer thigh, silently thanking the device for taking care of my girl.
Pause.
I repeat the process with her other thigh, where small scars have left their mark, decorating her body in signs of her strength.
Pause.
Her breathing is still slow and steady as I toss the lace to the floor, and I smirk. How far am I going to be able to take this without her rousing? I would never fuck her without her consent, but the idea of her waking up with my lips wrapped around her clit sends a heavy rush of arousal straight to my already throbbing cock.
Lowering my upper body to the mattress, I settle between her thighs as I use two fingers to spread her open and finally,finally,flick my tongue over her clit. A groan rumbles from my chest as my hips grind down into the bed, desperate for some kind of friction. She lets out a faint gasp when my tongue swirls around her clit, her hips lifting to press against my mouth as she chases the sensation.
“Zack,” she breathes out. The arm that had been slung over her face falls and stretches out, her hand resting on the back of my head as her fingers comb through my damp hair.
I turn my head and press a kiss to her inner thigh before returning to her pussy, licking my tongue up the center of her.
“Babe,” she gasps, and I glance up to meet her hooded, sleepy gaze.
Licking my tongue over my lips to taste her, I smile. “Good morning, Sugar,” I rasp, watching heat rise to her cheeks. She throws a hand over her face to hide her blush.
“Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me see that beautiful face while I make you come on my tongue,” I say, lowering my mouth to her cunt and wrapping my lips around her clit, sucking gently. The hand coveringher face drops away to grip the rumpled sheets as her other hand tightens its grasp on my hair.
Pure satisfaction rolls through me as her body relaxes beneath my touch. She spreads her legs farther apart, giving me more room to wedge my shoulders between them as I slide my hand down. My fingers trace around her entrance, gathering her arousal on my fingertips before I slowly push my middle finger into her.
A moan falls from her lips as her back arches. “Zack, please.”
I groan against the heat of her pussy as she pleads for more. “You know I love it when you beg for me, baby,” I tell her, nipping at her swollen clit as I work a second finger into her.
Turning her into a beautiful, writhing mess is the perfect way to start the morning.
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Quinn
Liquidfirerollsthroughmy veins as Zack’s lips wrap around my clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. I was so sure that I was dreaming when I felt him press gentle kisses to my legs and around the insulin pump on my thigh. Waking up to him worshipping my body the way that he is seemed too good to be true, but then the heat of his mouth was at the apex of my thighs, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
His fingers crook inside of me, and a moan falls from my lips as my back arches again. Threading my fingers through his dark curls, I fist the hair at the back of his head and hold him against me as my hips press into his mouth. “Yes, Zack,” I say breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”
Sparks dance across my skin as my orgasm rushes to the surface.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he growls, pumping his fingers a little more forcefully before curling them and applying a firm pressure as his tongue swirls around my clit.
I fall over the edge with his name on my lips as my legs begin to tremble. He slowly begins to pull his fingers free as his tongue licks from my clit to my entrance, dipping inside to taste me as a deep groan emanates from his chest.
