Page 34 of With A Little Luck
I plant a knee between her thighs and the other on the outside. It leaves me straddling her leg, but I imagine I’m going to need to be creative to make this work.
Crawling over her, I dive in for a filthy open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues clash as her scent floods my nose. Everything gets hazy and muted outside of Quincy.
Her skin is soft against mine as I cradle her stomach in my palm, giving it a tender caress and work down to tease her clit. She’s drenched, and feeling her slick makes my teeth pulse with the same throb that has settled in my knot.
I lean around the baby belly and eventually give up, mostly resting my side on the bed to avoid putting any weight on her stomach.
“More, please,” she sobs, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck.
“How about my fingers?” My voice comes out husky with need and maybe a little desperation.
My dick is about to riot.
I’ve been hard for so long it’s almost physically painful.
“Or you could get inside me,” she whispers, capturing my lower lip between her teeth.
I growl, fighting the urge to bite her back.
That sounds amazing.
Life-changing.
Like everything I’ve dreamed of.
And I still don’t falter. Instead, I work two fingers down to her opening, shoving them inside her with no warning.
Quincy sobs, her shoulders curling toward me. Her skin burns mine as she turns her top half more toward me. Now that I’ve got my fingers inside her, it becomes clear exactly how hot she is.
Grinding my palm against her clit, I get to work fucking her with my hand. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back if she begs me to fuck her again, so I push my mouth to hers.
With how thick her pheromones are, it must qualify as a perfume, but I thought perfuming only occurred immediately before heats. Hell, maybe I need to do more research. The scent does my head in, and I worry what would happen if I start functioning at base-level only.
I quirk my fingers, searching for her G-spot, and continue grinding my palm against her clit.
Quincy shivers and nods into our kiss.
Ahh, well, at least I’m doing something right.
Her hand snakes between us and under the band of my boxer briefs.
I freeze.
Even her uncoordinated movements are enough to get me dangerously close to the edge.
“Hart,” she whimpers against my lips.
Focusing on the tight cling of her walls around my thick fingers doesn’t help the state of my cock, but I need to make her come. I put all my effort into exactly that, grinding my teeth as she circles my crown with her soft fingertips.
I’m about three seconds away from losing it and coming in my boxer briefs. Pulling back from the kiss, I bark, “Come now!”
“You can’t just bark me into…” Quincy groans, tossing her face forward into the crook of my neck. “Maybe you can.” She licks and sucks on my throat, and the warm flick of her tongue on my skin makes my shaft thicken.
The universe does me a solid, and her pussy locks down on my fingers.
Thank God.
My balls draw tight, and my hand gets extra slick as she gushes. “That’s it, beautiful, come all over my hand.”
