Page 40 of Wild Child
I press my mouth to her bare mound and silence her with my tongue.
Charlie gives a yelp of surprise and her hips buck. I keep the pressure light, giving her time to get used to the sensation.
When I feel her relax, I grab her ass and pull her onto my tongue. She tastes like sweetness and life and leather, and I can’t get enough.
My fingers sink into her soft butt cheeks, and I tilt her back and forth so she’s riding my tongue.
“Quentin…”
She moans my name and it touches something in my chest, making me feel lighter and spurring me on. I’ll do this every day for the rest of my life if only she’ll moan my name like that.
The night breeze makes the hair on my exposed legs stand on end, but I need the chill air to calm my overheated body.
I use one finger to slide inside her and then another, getting her ready to take me.
Charlie finds her own rhythm as she slides over my tongue.
“Can I move my hands?” she asks, a plea in her voice. I break away to tell her no. And instead she slams her fists against the side of the van.
“It’s too much,” she whines.
Then the orgasm claims her and she shouts my name into the wind as she explodes on my tongue, coating me with juices and nearly breaking my neck with the way her thighs clench around my head.
I crawl out from under her and pull her panties right off before spinning her around.
Her eyes are wide and dark, and for the first time Charlie is speechless. But we’re not done yet. With her juices still flowing, I press her against the van and kiss her hard.
My dick nestles between her thighs and she parts them, letting me in.
“Quentin…” she whimpers when we break the kiss. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
She’s looking at me with wide eyes like I’m a returning hero from battle, and my chest swells. I’ll be her hero every day just to have her look at me like that.
“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
I slide my hand under her butt and lift one cheek up, lifting her leg and opening her thigh.
“You ready for this?”
She nods and presses her lips together. She’s nervous, but she won’t admit it.
My dick slides between her folds, and her head tilts back at the sensation. A hundred nerve endings spring to life and pre-cum shoots out of me, and I’m not even inside her yet.
I grab the base of my cock and guide it to her entrance.
A thought crosses my mind. “I don’t have a condom.”
Charlie shakes her head slowly, a smile on her face. “I don’t care, Quentin. I want this, and I want it now.”
I pause, breathing hard because I do too. But sex without a condom is irresponsible.
She leans forward and nibbles at my ear.
“Don’t over think it, sergeant. Live in the moment for once. “As she leans forward her body presses against mine, causing the tip of my cock to slide inside her.
The sensation is immediate. Pure pleasure courses through my body, and I grip the base of my dick tight before it detonates.
My eyes squeeze shut, because if I look at the beautiful woman before me with her perfect breasts winking in the moonlight, then I’m going to lose it.
