I heard Quill step closer, and my eyes found his. He smirked as he knelt on the ground, his strong hands softly gripping my legs, his lips now kissing my thighs.
“Quill, what are y—”
“Shh.”
He continued kissing closer and closer until I felt his warm breath against that sensitive area. I stilled, and then he dragged his tongue across my center, and I cried out, gripping his hair in my hand.
Oh my…
He continued with upward licks, and I fought the urge to grind myself against his face until I couldn’t help myself anymore. I held him close as his tongue teased my clit, circling the area as pressure built.
“Fuck, Lena, how do you taste so good?” he murmured against me before his tongue continued its assault.
He then gently plunged a finger into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He pumped it in and out as he softly sucked on the sensitive bud.
He looked at me through dark lashes, his mouth hovering just over my pussy. “I first touched myself to the thought of you the night we met,” he confessed.
I had no time to respond before he sucked on my clit again, his finger moving quickly. The pressure built and built before it overflowed, my body shattering as I throbbed around his fingers, crying out his name. He pulled away and put pressure with his thumb, doing small circles as he rode out my orgasm.
I was panting, and when I looked down to see him, he was grinning, his lips glossy.
Fuck, I will never forget him looking like this.
He removed his finger and leaned over me, and my eyes trailed down to his length again.
“Do you still want to?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I answered instantly.
He bit his lip and pulled my body closer so my ass was almost hanging off the bed, then pushed his cock down, the tip of his length sliding through my slit. I bucked my hips and moaned at the sensation. He was breathing heavily as he lightly pushed himself on the entrance.
“This will probably hurt, Lena.”
“I know,” I smiled. “It’s okay.”
He pushed in further, and I winced at the burning sensation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Don’t ever be sorry,” I breathed, and he pushed himself in further. I cried out softly, and he retreated again before going in deeper.
“About halfway, Flower,” he murmured.
“Just push it all in,” I respired.
“Are you—”
“Yes.”
He clenched his jaw, then obeyed as he slid his entire length inside me.
I cried out at the pain, and he searched my face with worry. “Are you okay?”
I winced and gave an embarrassed laugh. “I…I think so.”
He smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead before continuing, going back and forth gently. The pain eventually transitioned to deep pleasure as he began to trace his thumb around my clit once more, the burning sensation beginning to cease.
“Better?” he asked.
