Page 19 of Curveball

I break the kiss and run my lips down his gorgeous body until I fall to my knees in front of him, between his legs.

I look up at him. “Tell me what to do. What you like.”

He nods. “Grab the base.”

I tentatively move my fingers until they’re wrapped around him. It’s so smooth, thick, and hard. I can feel the veins popping out like they’re ready to burst.

Holy shit. I’m touching Quincy Abbott’s penis. It’s shameful how much I’ve thought about it throughout the years.

He runs the backs of his fingers lovingly over my cheek. “Explore me with your tongue. Lick your way around until you’re ready to slip him between your lips. Take your time. We’re in no rush. There’s nothing you can do with your mouth that I won’t like.”

I nod eagerly as my tongue slides out, and I lick the tip first, tasting the saltiness leaking out. That tastes better than I had imagined. And it’s so warm. I wasn’t expecting that.

I then glide my tongue up and down a few times until I work my way to his balls. Am I supposed to do something with these things?

As if reading my mind, he says, “It’s up to you. Everything you’re doing feels good.”

I want to give him everything. Wetting them with mytongue swirling around them at first, I eventually suck them into my mouth. They taste so…manly.

He hisses and fists the sheets as if he’s trying to control himself. I think those are good things.

After giving them a bit of attention, I move back up to the tip. I look up at him as I wrap my lips around him and lower my mouth onto his length.

His jaw slackens. “Good. Now move your hand and mouth in unison. Take it as deep as you can into your throat. You’ll have to relax. There’s no better sound than that of a woman choking on my cock.”

I do as he instructed until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag a bit but keep going, desperate to be good at this. If he wants me to choke on him, I will.

He grabs me by the hair and begins to thrust his hips. I’ve seen men do that to women in porn. I’m doing everything I can to imitate what I’ve watched. He seems like he’s enjoying it. I’m loving the look of ecstasy on his face right now as he pushes himself into my mouth over and over. I’m shockingly loving him pulling my hair while I do this.

After just a few minutes he suddenly pulls me off him. For a moment I’m afraid I did something wrong, but that’s clearly not the case.

He lifts me by the arms until I’m standing. “I don’t want this to end too quickly. Get into bed. On your back. Spread your legs so I can see what sucking my cock did to your pussy. I want to taste you too.”

Is this dirty talk? If it is, I think I’m into it.

I swallow hard as I lay down on the bed and slightly spread my knees apart. He climbs over me until he’s situated between my legs. I can feel his long hardness lying heavily on my stomach, but I’m more focused on the fact that our bodies are touching skin to skin for the first time. I have no words forthe way it feels to finally have Quincy’s body on mine with nothing between us. I could lie like this forever.

We stare at each other, savoring the moment. He slowly runs his hands up the side of my body, as if he’s committing it to memory. As if this moment means nearly as much to him as it does to me. I know it doesn’t, but I’m going to pretend for the briefest of moments that Quincy Abbott feels for me the way I feel for him.

He peppers kisses down my throat, chest, and stomach until he eventually slides down enough so his face is staring directly between my legs. He spreads them as wide as they can go, pinning my thighs to the bed. I feel so exposed like this, but the look on his face is pure bliss. It sends a ripple of heat up my body and a shot of liquid lust to my core.

He runs his nose through my pubic hair several times before, finally, loudly inhaling me. “I’ve been dreaming about what your pussy looks and smells like for two years. So pink. Strawberry Shortcake through and through.” He then licks where no man has ever licked before. “Hmm. And now I know all of you tastes like strawberries too.”

Holy hell. That might be the greatest sensation in existence. I pray he does it again. And again.

He looks back up at me. “I know the first time you came was with me. What about since then?”

I bite my lip, a bit embarrassed as I admit, “Only by myself.”

He smiles before pulling my lips apart and sinking his long, thick tongue back into me. My eyes flutter. Oh. My. God. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

He licks through me several times before settling on my clit, circling his tongue around it over and over. He’s like a viper with the speed of his tongue on me. I have to grip thesheets and bury my mouth in my shoulder to keep the moans at bay.

My nerve endings are being brought to life in a way I never knew existed. I’ve lost complete control over my sense of awareness. The world could stop right now, and I wouldn’t notice. This house could burn down around us, and I’d still beg him to keep his tongue in place.

The pleasure he’s giving my body is unimaginable. But when he sinks his fingers inside of me, I start to float. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like.

I moan, “Oh god, Quincy. So good.”

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