Page 31 of As You Crave It

“Oh, fuck me,” Quin groaned. She looked up at him and his eyes were fixed on her.

“Don’t worry,” she said, already more emboldened. “I will.” She took him deeper in her throat, not taking her eyes from him. She’d never been too enthusiastic about blowjobs, figuring it was best to just get down to the mutual pleasure part of the festivities, but she could do this for hours with Quin. She took in the pleasure-twisted features of his face—the flared nostrils, the hard-set jaw. Fucking would come next. If there was the slightest chance he would last that long.

She swirled her tongue over the tip and felt the vibration of his shudder. He was close, but she was having too much fun to let him finish. Turned out, she enjoyed being in control.

“If you don’t do something quick, I will,” he threatened. “I’ll take back all your control, turn you over and fuck you senseless.”

Her eyes widened. That did sound like fun. But instead, she stayed where she was. She grinned, deciding to tease him a little more. She cupped his balls, massaged them and pressed on the sensitive spot behind them with her middle finger before taking him into her mouth again. The combination of her attentions caused his head and shoulders to rise from the bed in pleasure. “Oh, shit,” he cursed. “That’s it.”

But Celia pulled back, and Quin fell, frustrated, back to the pillow. “Goddammit. What are you doing to me?” His breaths were heavy pants.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it, but you’re killing me.” He chuckled. “You’d better be having fun here, because the payback is going to be torture.”

Celia giggled. Sex had never been something for her to laugh about. But with Quin she found herself having fun. They were able to joke and laugh while in the midst of passion. That was new for her. But as she looked up at him now, he wasn’t smiling. His lips were pressed together, white with pressure and tension. The poor guy had suffered enough.

She shifted her position over him and brought her hands to her back to unzip her dress, but clearly Quin had other ideas. He grasped her arms, pulling her to him. Her thighs straddled his hips and her clit came into contact with his dick, which she’d already made slick with her saliva. He shifted his hips so that he slid against her and she gasped. “I thought this was about making me more assertive?”

“I think you’re doing pretty well at that.”

He slid against her several more times, as she reached behind her back to unzip her dress, and he reached up and pulled it from her body.

“There are some condoms in the nightstand,” he told her, pulling her down to kiss her.

She pulled away just long enough to reach over and grab a one.

She handed it him and he shook his head. “No. This is your show.”

She tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex over him. She lowered herself onto him, and as he filled her, she felt her pleasure come over her, rippling throughout her body. She raised up and then lowered, swiveling her hips, to make it as pleasurable for him as it was for her. Seeing the pleasure on his face, she saw she was successful.

She rode him, twisting her hips—she’d never felt more exposed, but never freer. She moved faster and faster, and she felt the pleasure build low in her stomach. Then it started to build. Warmth moved through her, ebbing, growing, flowing throughout her body. Quin gripped her hips, guiding her, thrusting his own hips upward until they met in a torrent of passion that crashed over her as she came with a cry and fell against his chest.

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