Page 87 of No Turning Back
I understand immediately what she wants. My heart pounds as she pushes me down and climbs on top of me. My breathing nearly stops as she positions herself over my face, lowering her hips toward me while her mouth finds my dick. The moment her lips wrap around me, I groan against her inner thigh.
"Jesus, Quinn," I gasp, my hands gripping her hips.
She pauses just long enough to murmur, "Less talking, more action," before returning her attention to me.
I pull her down to my mouth, my tongue finding her centre. She's already wet, ready for me, and the taste of her makes me dizzy with want. I circle my tongue slowly at first, teasing, building, while trying to maintain my focus as her mouth works magic on me.
The pressure of her hot mouth on my cock is almost too much to handle while I'm trying to focus on pleasuring her. She's grinding against my face now, her thighs trembling on either side of my head as I lick and suck at her clit. The taste of her drives me wild tangy and sweet and so fucking perfect.
"Fuck," I groan against her, feeling her moan around my shaft in response, the vibration making my hips buck up involuntarily.
I grab her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh as I pull her down harder against my mouth. My tongue darts inside her, then back to her clit, working in circles that make her thighs quiver. The way she's sucking me while I eat her out is fucking mind-blowing, we're perfectly in sync, like we've been doing this dance forever.
Her pussy is dripping wet now, coating my chin as I devour her. I slip a finger inside her, then two, curling them just the way I know drives her crazy. She pulls off my cock with a gasp.
"Right there," she pants, her hot breath hitting my wet skin. "Fuck, Sam, don't stop," she moans, grinding harder against my face.
I double my efforts, tongue flicking faster, fingers pumping deeper. Her thighs are trembling around my head, her hands gripping my thighs for support. She's stopped sucking me, too lost in her own pleasure, and I don't care. Watching her come apart above me is worth the blue balls.
"I'm gonna-" she gasps, then her whole body tenses. I feel her pussy clench around my fingers as she comes, her juices flooding my mouth. I keep licking, slower now, drawing out her orgasm until she collapses forward, panting.
I barely have time to catch my breath before she's shifting her position, sliding back down my body with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her lips are slick and swollen, and when she wraps them around my cock again, I nearly lose my mind.
"Holy fuck," I groan, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
She takes me deeper this time, her mouth hot and wet around me. Her eyes lock with mine as she swallows me down, and the sight of her, naked, flushed, with my ring on her finger, is almost too much to handle.
"Quinn," I pant.
She pulls off with a wet pop. "Grab my hair," she demands, her voice husky. "Pull it."
I tangle my fingers in her hair, giving it a gentle tug.
"Harder," she growls, before taking me back into her mouth, deeper this time.
I tighten my grip, pulling her hair the way I know she likes, and she moans around my cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. She's bobbing her head faster now, taking me so deep I can feel the back of her throat. I can barely hold it together, the wet suction of her mouth threatening to send me over the edge.
"Fuck, babe," I groan, tugging harder at her hair.
She pulls off again, lips glistening, eyes wild. "Choke me," she whispers, the words sending a jolt straight through me.
"What?" I manage, though my brain is barely functioning.
"I want you to choke me while I suck you," she says, her voice husky with need. "Please, Sam."
My cock twitches at her words. We've played rough before, but this is new territory. I sit up slightly, watching her.
She slides her hands off my thighs and puts them behind her back, her eyes locked on mine. The vulnerability in her gaze knocks the breath from my lungs. She's offering herself completely, trusting me totally.
"Like this," she whispers, her lips wet and swollen. "Hold my head. Control me."
My cock throbs at her words. I reach out, my hands trembling slightly as I place them on either side of her head. Her hair feels silky against my palms.
"You sure?" I ask, my voice barely recognizable.
She nods, then takes me back into her mouth, deeper than before. I tighten my grip on her head, experimentally guiding her movements. She moans around my shaft, the vibration making my toes curl against the cold kitchen tile.
"Fuck, Quinn," I groan, slowly taking control.
