Quinn

Where did this girl come from?

There’s an innocence to her that becomes more apparent the more time we spend together. She presented herself as standoffish at Marty’s, but now I see it’d been nothing but a facade. It occurs to me that I’ll never be able to think that word again without flashing back to our conversation in the car.

“You can put up a fight about my invitation,” I say, before I lick the seam of her pussy. “But allow me to present my case.”

I trace her folds with my tongue, light and playful. She shivers, but her legs draw closer, restricting my access.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Her cheeks are bright red. “I’m just…Yesterday was my first time. I’m a little jittery because no one’s ever…”

I push myself up, my chest tightening.

Fuck.

“You were a virgin? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s been years since we finished high school and I was embarrassed,” she murmurs. Sitting up, she pulls the blankets across her chest, slumping her shoulders. “I didn’t want you to think I was damaged goods or anything like that.”

“I could never think you’re damaged goods,” I say. “It’s just that I would’ve been…” I run my hands across my face remembering last night. “Wasn’t it too rough? I should’ve taken it slow and easy.”

“It was perfect,” she says on a small sigh. “I just hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”

I lean down and kiss her lightly, softly, slowly. “It was the best night I’ve ever had.”

It would be crass to say she blew all of the women I’ve ever been with out of the water, but I hope she figured it out from the subtext.

“Really?” Abby was glowing, a smile that could light up the entire world appearing on her face.

“In fact, I think I should show you how amazing you were,” I say, lowering until I’m facing her pussy again. “If you want to stop, let me know. You don’t have to close your legs.”

“Oh, that.” She pauses for a moment as if she’s working out what she wants to say. “I get self-conscious. You. There. I’m not closing my legs because I want to stop. It’s just that this is all new to me.”

“Abby, let me tell you something.” I kiss her inner thighs. “You’re beautiful. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And another thing you need to know is”-I run my tongue down the middle of her pussy-“just because you’re the star of this show doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. You taste”-I spread her pussy lips open with my mouth and thrust my tongue inside her before emerging again-“so good.”

And she does.

I’ve always been big on getting head, but she’s the first woman whose taste is intoxicating. She can’t possibly know how big a turn on it is to bury my tongue inside her tight little pussy, to circle her clit until she’s vibrating, to get her so hot that she’s radiating need.

Her moans turn louder, and her breathing gets shallow. True to her prediction, her legs threaten to press together, which only means I have to hold them apart with my arms as I increase the pressure on her clit.

“I want you,” Abby moans. “Right now. I want you more than-”

My tongue is hard inside her, but it’s not even close to how hard my cock is. “You want me more than what?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

I kiss her in a frenzy, her legs propped up over my shoulders. She isn’t expecting that first thrust, and the element of surprise makes her body quiver. She’s so wet that sliding in and out of her is deliciously easy, and soon enough, I’m pounding my throbbing cock into her like my life depends on it.

Because right now, it does.

“Fuck,” I moan. “God, Abby.”

She’s in another dimension, her cries louder and more desperate than they were yesterday. The angle she’s in allows me to plunge deeper inside her, hitting the exact spot I know will make her come all fucking over me. Her mouth opens and before she can tell me she wants it rougher, harder, faster, I’m pistoning into her with the full force of my body.

“I’m going to come,” she cries, her voice jagged.

Those are the words that hit the sweet spot for me. I’m on the edge myself, but I don’t want to go over it alone.

“On the count of three,” I say, panting, “you’re going to fucking come for me.”

She nods. Her pussy grips my cock, and a spasm that’s the tell-tale sign of an impending dizzying orgasm pulses around me.

“One.” I thrust harder, readying myself to erupt inside of her.

“I…Quinn-”

“Two.” Our bodies collide again.

“God-”

Her body trembles and she lets out a final yell, so loud I swear the walls shake around us.

My own orgasm washes over me, setting every last nerve in my body ablaze. I die a thousand deaths, the savage euphoria blurring my vision for a single interminable moment.