First and Tension (Summersweet Island 4)

“Be right back.”

I’m about ready to punch him in the throat with all this starting and stopping, until all the breath in my lungs leaves me on a whoosh when Quinn drops to his knees on the carpet in front of me. Gripping tightly to my hips, he buries his face right between my legs and just… inhales me, making my entire body quiver when he pulls back just enough to look up at me through hooded eyes.

“Panty sniffer was an amateur,” he muses. “It’s much better doing this when they’re on your body.”

I start to laugh, but it’s quickly cut off with a choked gasp. Quinn suddenly hooks his fingers into the flimsy strings of material on either side of my hips, roughly yanks my G-string down my legs, then buries his face back between them, this time without any barrier between me and his warm, wet mouth. A long, drawn-out moan comes out of me when Quinn flattens his tongue and licks his way up my center, sucks my clit into his mouth, and then quickly releases it.

“Christ… you even taste like a fucking tropical beach,” he breathes against my wet, pulsing core, his heavy hands sliding down from my hips to grip my thighs and spread me wider. “You better hold on tight. I’ve been dreaming about this for six goddamn months.”

He stops speaking after that, and I stop using any sort of brain cells after doing what Quinn orders, and clutch tightly to the short strands of hair on top of his head. With the heels of his palms digging into my inner thighs, holding me open for him, Quinn dives back in and feasts on me. There is no better word to describe what he does to me other than that. His lips and his tongue greedily devour me, sucking and licking until there really is nothing I can do but hold on tight.

Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and opening myself wider to him, the vibration of Quinn’s moan against my core when I give him better access is like a jolt of electricity through my body, and I whimper his name while I unabashedly grind myself against his face. One of his hands roughly grips my leg thrown over his shoulder, and the other glides up the inside of my opposite thigh until his thumb is spreading me open to fully expose my swollen, throbbing clit. He backs away just enough to blow a breath of air over the sensitive bud. My hips churn erratically, trying to gain access to that heavenly mouth again, as I whimper in frustration.

“Do you want to come on my mouth, or my cock?” Quinn asks softly, his eyes never leaving the juncture of my thighs, completely mesmerized as he watches his thumb dip into my wetness, bringing it back up to brush back and forth over my clit, making me moan softly as my hips jerk.

“Yes,” I breathe, a chuckle coming out of him at my response.

Leaning his head forward, the barest whisper of the tip of his tongue floats over my clit, and I let out another sound of frustration when he pulls back without doing anything else.

“Please,” I beg, my chest heaving with every breath I take as I grip his hair tighter. “Eat me. Fuck me. I don’t care what happens, as long it ends with me screaming your name while I come.”

Quinn blinks up at me a few times, then lets out a slow breath.

“Jesus, Emily,” he mutters. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear those words come out of your pretty little mouth?”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, and thankfully, I think he’s had just about enough of this teasing nonsense as I have. Spreading me open again with his thumb, he dips his head and goes to town. Just like when he kisses my mouth, it’s like Quinn has been going down on me for years, knowing exactly what to do to drive me over the edge, how fast to lick, how hard to pull and suck…. Everything he does feels like he was given an instruction manual just for my body, pushing me faster and faster to the release that’s been pooling in my belly since he first pulled me against him to dance.

My hips rock against him, and the tip of Quinn’s tongue flicks rapidly back and forth over my clit, sending me higher and higher, making me hotter and hotter, until it feels like my skin is going to melt right off my body.

I should probably be embarrassed that after only a few minutes of his mouth on me, I can already feel the hot tingles of release starting to pulse against the tongue that is so expertly bringing me so much pleasure. I’ve never come this fast with any man, and if I’m being honest, not even this fast with myself.