She pressed a kiss to my lips. “Likewhereyou are…”
She pressed another kiss to my jaw. “And,whenyou are…”
Another kiss to my neck. “Even yourname…”
Her last kiss was on a patch of scales on my shoulder, sending branches of hot, pleasing lightning crackling through me. Into my skin there, Quinn said, “The only thing you will remember when I’m done ispleasure. I plan to make you scream my name so much that it’s painted across the walls. It will be a treat, and I can’t think of a better way to bless our home.”
“So, that’s what you mean by a tour,” I moaned, realization dawning. “You intend to fuck me in every room of this bakery?”
“At least more than once, Sweets.” Quinn unclipped my bra, freeing my titties. My obsidian pendant slammed back onto my chest to rest warmly there. She leaned down to kiss one of my newly exposed nipples before kneading the other breast.
Thank you for not ripping that,I said through our thrumming bond. I was too much of a whimpering mess to speak beyond my thoughts, and that was quickly becoming a struggle, too.
Hey, I remember the rules about bras,Quinn chuckled in my head as she replaced her mouth with her hand to kiss the center of my chest where my large bee sternum tattoo sat.
She savored me, tracing the black ink of the bee and peonies between and underneath my breasts with her tongue and then her lips. All the while, she squeezed my boobs and tweaked my nipples between her rough fingers. When she was finished with my tattoo, she kissed her way to the other nipple that she hadn’t teased with her hot mouth yet. There, she kissed the already tender peak before lovingly licking, nipping, and sucking at it. I arched my back to encourage her on. Her hand continued its work on my other breast, while the other hand went to each patch of my scales above my waist to caress, pinch, massage, and smooth them with her fingers. The electric shivers pulsating through my body alone were driving me to the brink of madness.
I wassoclose, and Quinn hadn’t even touched me where I needed her most. I rubbed my thighs together, but I couldn’t move them too much due to my knees struggling to keep me standing. Quinn’s touch had robbed me of any speech outside of whimpers, moans, and screams. Tears ran down my face. The pleasure was so much, too much. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
But I didn’t want her to stop.
Usually, Quinn’s torturous savoring of my body lasted until I signaled to her that I needed her. She called me a tease, but no one tested your limits like Quinn. She worshipped my body like it was the rarest gemstone, and she took as much pleasure from it as I did. But, there was something different about today, something that made me want her to keep herhands and mouth on me like they were. Maybe it was the sweltering temperature between us and the bond, the crackling electricity, or the suffocating tension coiling in me that had fried my brain. Or, perhaps I had reached a state of pleasure beyond my normal comprehension. Whatever the reason, before I could even realize what I was doing to regain control of myself, my right hand snaked its way toward my skirt waist.
Switch hands,mi tesoro.
I froze, both my breathing and hand stopping at once. I met Quinn’s eyes instantly. Impossibly, her eyes were even brighter than before, like a too-hot flame. I had expected her to tell me to stop or to move her fingers to replace mine. Instead, she released my nipple with a parting lick before replacing it with her hand again. She leaned back, and her eyes went to my hand with keen interest.
The next time she spoke, it was out loud, and her voice was dripping with more sex than I was. “I don’t want you to stop on my account, Sweetness. I actually love seeing how you can’t even resist your own temptation. I want to watch you please yourself before my fingers and mouth are the only things that do it for the rest of the night. My only request is for you to switch hands. I want to see what your wetness looks like on your ring.”
I whimpered as I nodded.Fuck, she was so perfect for me it hurts sometimes.
Then, Quinn pulled my floral side-wrap skirt down, making me yelp. A shiver rippled through me from the cool breeze kissing my hot, wet pussy.
“Mhmm, tú eres una hechicera muy traviesa.You went to work with no panties, you naughty girl?”Quinn tsked, her eyes the brightest gold I had ever seen. I could have melted and washed away all the books in the resulting flood. “It’s no wonder I can’t contain myself more than usual. I cansmellyou, and it’s driving me mad.”
Well,someoneowes me thongs because she keeps ripping them,I thought to her, remembering how she ripped my last pair when we were stuck in traffic last weekend to give me the six best car orgasms I had ever had.Besides, I didn’t have a pair that would have worked with this skirt.
Then, I followed her direction, switching my right hand for my left. I snaked my left hand to my aching core. When I reached my lips, I could feel the wet heat overflowing and trailing down my thighs. I gasped. I had never been this wet before.
“Qué hermoso desastre eres, mi vida. What a beautiful mess you are, my love. You are so wonderfully wet for me already.” Quinn whispered with the same wonder I felt. Her eyes on me like this felt like another tangible touch, another push toward the edge.
I pressed my thumb to my clit. Quinn and I cried out at the same time at the contact. I was so fucking wet that it was easy for me to slip both my ring and middle finger within me. Even if I kept an achingly slow pace and remained still, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not under Quinn’s watchful gaze and rough touch on my sensitive tits. Not with how far gone I was already. Not with Quinn’s arousal amplifying my own.
So fucking close. I added a third finger and sped up, rocking my hips to gain even more friction.
“That’s it, Sweetness. You’re doing so well…And… Fuck, you look so fucking sexy… And, you smelldivine,” Quinn moaned, riding the same building waves as me and struggling to keep coherent thoughts from being swept in the tide. “Fuck, don’t stop, baby girl. Come for the both of us.”
Anything for you, Papi.
Quinn tweaked my nipples once more, and that was all it took.
I roared her name as I came, and her screams soon followed to practically shake the walls of the old bed and breakfast library.Everything in me exploded like fireworks. I managed to coax another orgasm with my fingers before I was too sensitive and overstimulated to keep going. Darkness feathered the edges of my vision, but I was able to come down from the high, breathless and buzzing.
I carefully removed my hand. When I did, not only did a string of my own cum follow clinging to my fingers, but I felt some trail down my thigh toward my ankle.
Holy fuck, that’s never happened before, I cringed. I was about to apologize when I noticed that Quinn was watching with a look that could have melted the Arctic.
Before I could open my mouth, Quinn sank to her knees. Her gaze never left my hand as she descended the length of me. You would think with her on the ground before me that the warmth would fade, but it seemed to have grown in intensity instead. Especially when she took hold of my wrist and brought my fingers that had just been inside of me to her mouth. It was like the world had narrowed to this charged moment and nothing else. She licked my fingers clean, humming around them in bliss. Watching her do something so obscene while feeling such arousal sparked a new round of fireworks under my skin and pulses of my pussy on top of my existing afterglow. My lungs held tight to the little bit of air remaining in there until I was dizzy. My whimper came out strangled.
