Quinn and I had had sex a nearly countless number of times, but we still found a way for things to not just feel like the first time, but better than the last every time.
Suddenly, Quinn caught the leaking trail of my cum?—
With.
Her.
Tongue.
Such a pretty pussy you have, Sweetness. Everything about you is better than I could imagine, Quinn practically purred inher admiration through our bond. Then, she dragged her tongue up my thigh until she reached my core. There, she purposefully and slowly pressed her tongue flat against my pussy. She drank me and devoured me. I almost blacked out from the pleasure of it, and I honestly wasn’t sure I didn’t. My knees buckled under me, but Quinn steadied me with her hands on my hips.
“Now, now, Sweetness,” Quinn said with a dark smolder on her face as she looked up at me whilekneelingbetweenmylegs. She licked her lips like she had just had the meal of her life, and I was pretty sure I heard the shelves creaking under my grip on the verge of breaking. The position was dangerous and scandalous enough to make my whole body blush, but the look on her face? She looked like a knight bending to present herself for coronation, except her eyes promised something far more intimate than fealty. “I’m not done making a beautiful mess of you yet.”
Oh, she definitely wasn’t.
We both lost count of how many orgasms we fucked into each other. Quinn took me anywhere she possibly could: against the walls and shelving, on the couches and windowseats back in the library, on the tables and counters, in the kitchen, in the laundry, in front of the fireplace, upstairs in our new house, everywhere imaginable. At some point, I even conjured a crystal dildo using my powers that could vibrate and heat with its energy, and Quinn used that in every way she possibly could. We lasted well into when the night became morning, making me so grateful that I was off the next day. I was pretty sure I would never be able to walk again, and Quinn felt the same way. Neither of us had voices after screaming so much, and I was surprised we hadn’t gotten a noise complaint.
We ended up on the rooftop terrace under the stars, lying naked on and under some blankets and comforters that Quinn had found that the previous owners had left behind. The warmand humid summer night was nothing compared to the heat radiating from our bodies, so it felt like a soft, wet coolness caressing our skin. My dragon had surfaced many orgasms ago, so I was purring loud enough to make the building shake. My tail was wrapped tightly around Quinn’s waist and down her leg, and my wings were lazily lying behind me. Quinn and I were tangled together, a beautiful mess of legs and arms and lazy caresses. There wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be.
You know I’ve been thinking of a name for the bakery,Quinn said, her voice so husky that it was raspy even through our bond.What do you think about the Byrdsong Bakery, Mrs. Pierce-Garcia?
My heart grew wings and soared high among the stars and the full moon.I think that it’s so perfect that there are no words for it, Mrs. Pierce-Garcia.
Then, Quinn—my fated mate, my future wife, my light and life, my power, my everything—swept me up in her arms. Giggling. Smiling. Loving. Happy. Whole. Stronger than either of us had ever been before.
And things were only going to get better from here.
I nestled deeper into Quinn’s embrace as everything finally fell into place for us to settle down into our forever.
