Page 66 of The Devil's Reward
“Yes,” she breathes.
I don’t waste any time as I cup one breast and lift it to my mouth, taking the hard peak and sucking on it. Gently at first, until she arches into me, hand gripping the back of my head as I suck and lap at her. “Shadow, please,” she moans softly.
I don’t answer her; instead, I move my head to the other side, taking the other breast and giving it the same treatment. Desire beats in my blood, listening to her soft moans and gasps. I know she’s trying to be quiet, not wanting to wake the little girl sleeping down the hall, but I want to hear it. All of it. And I want to hear her scream. But not tonight.
Tonight is about comfort. Tonight is about exploration. Tonight is about her.
I pull my mouth away and press kisses down her ribs and over her stomach. She squirms under me, but I don’t let her pull away. “I want to taste you, Quinn,” I rasp as I raise my eyes to look at her. Her eyes widen at my obvious implication. “Are you going to let me, gorgeous? Let me taste you, and make you feel so good?”
She swallows hard. Unsure of what to say, and the vulnerability is back in full force, making her lose some of the blush. “Shadow-I…”
“Shhh,” I soothe, pressing a gentle kiss low on her belly, nuzzling her there. “I don’t expect anything else, Quinn. Let me make you feel good. Give you something back for everything you’ve given me tonight. Please?” She swallows hard, licks her lips, and then gives a quick nod of her head. I smile up at her and press another gentle kiss on her hip bone, then I tease her with my tongue. I need her to relax, and I want her to focus on the pleasure of my touch, my mouth on her, and nothing else.
She gives a low moan, tilting her hips toward my mouth, making me smile against her skin. Quinn might be nervous, but her body knows what it wants. Slowly, giving her the chance to change her mind, I work her pants and underwear down her legs, baring her to my gaze. When I pull them away and toss them aside, I look at her and my heart stutters in my chest.
She’s beautiful. Maybe by society’s standards her thighs are a little thick, but I don’t give a damn. She has never looked better. Between her thighs is her perfect pussy, coppery curls carefully trimmed and covering her mound. I look up at her and see Quinn is watching me with a worried expression. I need to stop staring so she doesn’t get too far into her head. “You’re beautiful, Quinn,” I rasp out. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She blows out a breath, but the tension remains in her body. Well, I’ll have to take care of that, won’t I? I put my hands on her thighs and push them open. I’m glad I left my boxers on, because without that barrier, I probably would lose control. Something I can’t allow to happen. Not this time.
I lay belly down on the bed, lift her legs over my shoulders and I look up at her as her belly quivers. Arousal coats her, the smell of her making my mouth water. So many men complain about eating pussy, the selfish pricks. Me, I think it’s the perfect way to show a woman how much she matters. I love the way a woman will clench her thighs around your head, buck into your mouth, and beg you for more.
That’s what I want from Quinn, and I aim to get it.
“If you want me to stop, you tell me, gorgeous,” I purr at her, kissing the inside of her thigh. She nods, her eyes never leaving me. Her thigh quivers under the touch of my lips and I can tell she’s sensitive. From nerves or arousal, I’m not sure, but I aim to make it the latter.
I move slow, starting only with a swipe of my tongue over her slit, and she gasps, louder than before, her body jerking in response. I move my hand from her thigh to find her clit, brushing my thumb over it lightly, gauging her responsiveness. The moment my thumb circles the bundle of nerves, her eyes widen and her body jerks, but not away. I smile, seeing all I need to see. I pull my thumb away, put both hands under her ass, and lift her to my mouth to get to work.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, loud enough that she slaps a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the noise. I want to reach up and yank it away so I can hear her, but I know she won’t want that, so I focus my attention on her.
I tease her with my tongue and lips, sucking and working her clit until she’s a writhing mess. Her pussy floods my beard with her arousal, and her hips twist and buck in my hands. When I move away from her clit and thrust my tongue inside her, she cries out, muffled by her hand, while the other reaches down to clench at my hair.
“Shadow, please,” she begs, body arching off the bed as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. “Oh, Shadow. Please. Please. Please.” She pulls on my hair, as if trying to make me stop, but then pulls me closer, pleading.
I move back to her pretty little clit, starting my onslaught all over again, but this time, I move my right hand from her ass and carefully ease two fingers inside her, stretching her, and moan at the feel of her body clenching down. I can feel her getting closer.
This is heaven. Utter perfection, watching my shy little Quinn fall apart in the best of ways. Seeing the flush of her impending orgasm as I move my fingers in and out of her, while I lick and suck at her clit. I feel the tremors start inside her, feel her legs clench on either side of my head, feel her heels dig in. The noises coming from her throat are a mixture of sobs, begging, and cries that I want to hear echo around the room.
I move my fingers faster, harder, chasing her release, and I curl my fingers to reach that spot that sends her flying. I move my mouth from her clit, drinking her down as she cums. Her body bucks wildly, and I have to move my other hand from her ass to hold her down, her cries loud behind her hand. Still, I don’t let up. Just as she starts to come down, I send her right back up.
“Shadow,” she gasps, begging. “Please. No more. I can’t…” She trails off as another orgasm takes her over, and her entire body shudders with it. My cock is throbbing and leaking pre-cum enough to soak the front of my boxers, but I don’t care. I pull my mouth away from her, and slowly pull my fingers out of her still fluttering core, bringing them to my mouth to lick it all off.
When I’m done, I look up at her, my chest heaving, beard soaked, and take her in as she lays there, eyes closed, mouth open as she gasps in air, her body twitching every so often with aftershocks. I gently pull her legs from my shoulders and put them back on the bed, before I settle over her and press gentle kisses to her neck.
“Oh my God,” she whispers finally, turning her head down just enough to look at me. “I don’t know whether to cheer or beg you to do that again,” she says dazedly.
I chuckle. “Gorgeous, I’ll do that as often as you let me, trust me.”
She blushes prettily, and then gives me a kiss. The kiss is slow and easy before she finally pulls away. Knowing she can taste herself does nothing to calm my raging erection, but I order it to forget it. Not that it gets the memo. I roll back to my side of the bed, dragging her with me so she’s on top of me. “Thank you, Shadow,” she suddenly whispers, looking at me.
“Why are you thanking me, gorgeous?” I ask, running my hand down her back, needing to touch her. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“I, uh, I haven’t felt that good in a long time. Or, well, that pretty. I know it’s bad form to talk about a former lover while in bed with your current one, but Bobby never treated me like you just did. He considered it a chore, and he hated chores. He preferred blowjobs to giving anything more than a cursory attempt to get me going.”
Damn, her husband sounds like a real bastard. Well, no, I knew he was, so why am I surprised? The man probably thought foreplay was barely worth his time as long as he got his rocks off. Fucker. “Well, I can promise that any time you want my mouth on this perfect pussy,” I purr at her, slipping my hand down her back, over her ass, and down between her legs to press my finger inside just enough to have her gasping and clenching down, “all you have to do is say the word. I’ll drop what I’m doing for a taste of you.”
She chuckles, then gasps when I pull my finger out and move it back up over her ass, cupping one cheek and loving the weight of it in my hand. “What about you?” she gasps out, distracting me.
“What about me?” I ask, nuzzling into her neck and breathing her in. She swallows hard, and then she’s pulling away, moving down my body and I know instantly what she’s doing. “Quinn,” I tell her, stopping her with a hand on her head when it’s at belly level. “This isn’t a tit for tat. I wanted to give you pleasure. I don’t expect anything in return.”
