Wetting his lips, Quinton brought his mouth around her breast. He meant to be slow and delibriate, but between Regina’s moans and the tantilizing sensation of the lace against his tongue, Quinton almost immediately began rolling the nipple around in his mouth. Soon, he was sucking at her breast, causing her to arch against him.
“Oh, god...” Regina gasped as he gently let his teeth tug at her nipple.
Quinton felt her knees give out and slowly lowered them to the ground atop his blanket. Once laying down, Regina sought his mouth, and they kissed for what seemed like an eternity. He noticed that she encouraged him to explore her body, but had done little of her own probing of his physique. Sitting up briefly, Quinton pulled his shirt up over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Lowering himself back down over Regina, Quinton let the heat of their body mingle. Even though they were not in physical contact, her body was a tangible presense against his bare skin. Quinton brought Regina’s hand up to his bare chest and encouraged her to stroke his tingling skin.
At first, her touch was tentative. Quinton’s hand found her breast again and began massaging her nipple. Closing her eyes, the woman began her exploration of his body with more gusto. Everywhere Regina’s hand roamed, his skin flamed with desire. It was her tongue’s turn to find his nipple. It was a delightful sort of pain when she sucked hard enough to make his skin tent up within her mouth. Under her attention, his nipple tightened to the point where he could no longer contain his passion. Quinton’s hand sought Regina’s waistline, and he tried to unbutton her jeans, but his fingers were clumsy as his pulse pounded in his ear.
“I’ll do it.” Switching to his other nipple, Regina’s fingers undid the button and zipper.
Quinton had to pull away for a moment while he tugged her pants off. Sitting up over her, Quinton admired Regina under the moonlight. Dressed now only in black bra and panties, she was a sight to behold. Her chest rose and fell with each hurried breath. Eyes closed, she seemed to be waiting for him to finish undressing her. Regina obviously did not know that he was hardly done with the foreplay yet. The best was yet to come. He wanted her an equal participant in their love-making.
***
Regina waited, but Quinton only softly stroked the skin on her belly. How badly she wanted him to rip off her underwear and get on with it. This waiting was sheer torture. Wayne would have been on her and over with it already. This slow, delicate, delibrate fondling was almost too much too bear. It gave her mind too many sensations to process.
“Take off your bra,” Quinton whispered in her ear.
“Go ahead,” Regina whispered back.
There was a look in Quinton’s eyes that she was not sure if she liked or not. “I want to watch you.”
Regina suddenly felt self-conscious. She could feel her skin turn a darker shade of red. It was one thing to put Quinton’s hand upon her breast. It was quite another to reveal her flesh to him like this. Why could he not do it? Why torment her so?
“Please. You.” Her words came out as more of a groan than language.
Quinton brought Regina’s hand up to the clasp at front of the bra, then went back to kissing the hollow of her neck, leaving her to do the deed. Hands shaking, Regina fingered the small plastic latch. She thanked god that she had put on a front loading bra this morning. Regina did not think that she could have managed this if she had to do it from the back. But then again, she would have had an excuse to have Quinton help.
While she worked up the nerve to unhook her bra, Quinton’s hand had strayed down her side and over her panties. He stayed clear of her groin, but stroked around and beside it, fueling the fire beneath the silk. Using the rest of her body’s passion, Regina finally unlatched her bra. Without the hook, the material fell away from her breasts. Even this movement against her skin felt exquisite. Quinton stopped his other activities and just gazed down upon her. Regina squirmed uncomfortably. She was not used to such attention.
“They’re beautiful.”
So shielded against an insult, it took a moment for Regina to realize what Quinton had actually said. Before she could stop herself, Regina tried to correct Quinton with one of Wayne’s usual slurs. “They’re too small.”
Quinton’s hand cupped her left breast and tenderly worked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re the perfect size for my hand.”
Regina was near tears. Certain that any moment the rose-colored glasses were going to fall off of Quinton, and he would come to his senses and see how unattractive her body really was. “They’re too dark,” she tried to explain
“They’re beacons calling me home.” Quinton did not speak again as he lowered himself over her.
She felt his kiss before he actually made contact. His lips tenderly nuzzled her nipple, sending it into near spasms. Ever so gently Quinton took the aureolas into his mouth and began sucking at the tip. In rhythm with his tongue, his nose began nudging the fullness of her breast. Nearly violent waves of pleasure exploded from her chest and coursed down into her groin. There the sensation ached so badly that Regina could not find words to describe it.
The urge to have him inside of her was so great that her hand sought out Quinton’s pants. Working urgently, Regina undid his zipper and pulled at his pants. While she undressed him, Quinton never stopped concentrating on her breast. It was she who occasionally had to halt her task when the pleasure overwhelmed her. Finally, Regina had his pants off, leaving him in only his underwear. The thin cloth did nothing to hide his bulging excitement. For a moment, Regina felt a pang of concern. Quinton was better endowed than Wayne. Make that far better.
For the most part, sex had always been an uncomfortable, almost painful event. Regina could hardly imagine the discomfort with a man this large. How would it even fit inside of her? Quinton must have sensed her distress, for he stopped focusing on her breast and kissed at her earlobe.
“Don’t worry.”
Regina was not so certain. She loved the pleasure that coursed through her body, but feared that would end if they went much further. Tensing under Quinton’s touch, Regina was about to speak, but Quinton’s hand wandered to her groin and ever so lightly put pressure against her panties. The rapture that spread out from his touch, overwhelmed any fleeting concern. Had he not already proven himself the epitomy of consideration? Had Wayne ever, in the seventeen years of being together, ever given her breast the type of attention that Quinton had? In the throes of passion and feeling safe in Quinton’s embrace, Regina tossed aside her worries. She looked into the man’s blue-gray eyes and smiled.
***
Quinton felt something shift inside the woman beneath him. The tension that had knotted her muscles flowed away, and she was none to shy about exploring his body now. It was almost too much to bear when she began caressing his thigh. When Regina’s hand slid around to the front and began playing with the cuff of his underwear, Quinton could not stand the anticipation any longer. Luckily, it appeared that neither could Regina, for she pulled his briefs down in a single motion, exposing him to the cold night air. Instead of stiffling his arousal, the moist air just made him ache all the worse.
The time for sublty was over. Now free of the constraints of the fabric, Quinton was stiff, and his whole body throbbed. Kissing Regina hungrily, Quinton began probing her panties. At first he pushed gently, nudging her softly, testing to see if she was ready. Through the silk he could feel her wetness.
“God, I want you,” he moaned into her ear.
Regina arched into his embrace and swung a leg over his hip and brought their pelvis together. In her eagerness, she nearly pushed him through her panties. There was nothing subte or gentle about Quinton tugging the silk down her legs. With each pull, Regina moaned and dug her fingernails into his scalp.
There was no hesitation as she opened her legs to him. Desperate to keep some control, Quinton used his hand to guide himself into her. When his flesh met her wetness, he was afraid he would come right there and then. It had been so long
that he feared that it would be over far too soon. Even though he had barely penetrated her, Quinton could already feel the urge to bring himself to climax. Clenching his jaw, Quinton tried to distract himself from the waves of pleasure that enwrapped him.
So intent on his own sensations, Quinton had not noticed the change on Regina’s face. When he opened his eyes, he found the woman biting her lips with the slightest wince in her eyes. Cursing himself for losing his focus, he tried to pull back a bit, but Regina’s legs would not let him.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Concern and passion thickening his voice to the point he was afraid he could not speak.
“It’s alright,” Regina said as she tightened her legs around his waist.
It did not look all right to Quinton. Her face was pained, and he found himself softening at the thought that he had hurt her. “We can wait.”
“No!” Regina groaned. Quinton was still going to cool off, but the woman would not release her grip. “Please, go all the way in.”
Quinton’s mind might have disagreed, but his body wanted to obey. Regina made it no easier as she pulled herself up against him, forcing him deeper into her. As the pain melted from her face, Quinton began thrusting again, only more slowly and carefully. With each moan of Regina’s, his speed and force increased until they’re pelvises were grinding against one another. By the flush to her face and the tightening of her nipples, Quinton was sure that Regina was close to climaxing, but she needed something more.
Gaining purchase with his feet, Quinton tried a new angle which brought shocked squeels from Regina. It was Quinton’s turn to wince though. The blisters on his feet flared each time he thrust. Not caring about his toes, Quinton kept up the rhythm. The only thing he cared about was watching and feeling Regina orgasm beneath him.
***
Regina could not believe how good Quinton felt inside of her. It was like he belonged there -- like he filled a part of her that needed to be full. The initial sting of penetration had transformed into the most overwhelming surge of pleasure she had ever felt. Regina’s hips met Quinton’s which each thrust. She could feel a burning, tingling heat in her groin and knew that he was near climax. If Quinton kept up the pace, it would be only a few more seconds. Regina would regret them ending this sensory cascade, but she knew men could not help it. They had no control over their orgasms.
Opening her eyes to watch the man above her, she found Quinton grimacing with each thrust. Sweat clung to his face and his jaw muscles bulged with each movement.
Kissing his jawline and stroking his back, Regina asked, “What’s wrong?”
Quinton did not answer. He just found her mouth and kissed her. But even his tongue showed how much discomfort he was in. Regina slowed her pelvis. Something was wrong. “Quinton, what is it?”
“Nothing.” The man tried to re-establish the rhythm, but it was obvious he was having a hard time.
“Talk to me,” Regina pleaded. “Was it something I’ve done?”
“No,” Quinton was nearly out of breath. “Look, it’s embarrassing okay. I’ve got some blisters, that’s all.” He kissed around her eyes. “Now, relax and enjoy.”
But Regina could not relax nor enjoy if she thought Quinton was in pain. But nor did she want them to stop. Quinton did his best to start over, but Regina was getting spoiled. She wanted that last position that had made her insides explode. There was one other option, but Regina barely dared to think about it. She could get on top of Quinton. The very thought, caused Regina to feel sexy and a bit naughty. Wayne had begged her, but she had always stuck to the missionary position. It seemed far less dangerous.
Before she could stop herself, Regina whispered, “Roll over.”
Quinton shook his head and tried to kiss away Regina’s concerns, but she was feeling daring and in control. Using her hips as leverage, Regina pushed Quinton over to the right. Never letting him slip out between her legs, she landed on top of him. For just a moment, she sat there not moving. Quinton lay under her, his hair damp from the excursion, and his chest heaving with excitement. God, he looked good.
Regina wanted to begin again, but she realized that she did not know how. What did the woman do when on top? The whole dynamic was flip-flopped. Luckily, Quinton seemed to know what to do as his hands settled onto her waist. Using his hands as a guide, Regina began riding on top of him like she might trot a horse. Only no trail-ride ever felt like this. He filled her up inside and seemed to put pressure on all the right places. Regina had to contain herself from screaming out loud. The pleasure was downright sinful.
Then Quinton did the most bizarre but wonderful thing. Before Regina could object, his finger found her clitoris. As he thrust from the inside of her, he massaged the outside. The sheer magnitude of the sensation sent Regina backwards. Thank god Quinton’s other hand caught her and held her on his hips. Between his finger and the new angle, Regina forgot to breath. At first she thought it was pain, but then Regina realized she had crossed into ectasty.
Quinton slowed and she dug her fingernails across his chest. “Don’t stop, please.”
She could feel him hardened even more inside of her. Panting, Regina tried to catch her breath but could not. Again, the paralysing sensation captured her body and rocked her world. Her privates tightened, and the flesh stiffened under Quinton’s touch. What was happening? She had never felt this before. It was like having bands constricting down upon her. Regina could feel every inch of Quinton inside of her in a way she could not before. Regina could not control her fluttering eyelids as the sensation reached its climax. In a burst, all this pent up energy came pouring forth. Her whole body arched, and Regina could not help but cry out in delight. The feeling surged through her, causing these wonderful contraction all through her groin. When the sensation finally extinguished itself, Regina was left spent. Involuntarily groaning, she collapsed on top of Quinton. Their sweat mingled under her.
Quinton kept their hips moving, but Regina was little help. She was still too exhausted and fascinated by what had just happened. Regina had thought that she’d had orgasms before, but obviously she was sadly mistaken. Regina had never experienced anything of that magnitude before. Anything else was like a ripple in a quiet pond rather than the crashing waves she just felt.
Quinton kissed her earlobe and fondled her breast. “Do you mind?”
Regina tossed her wet hair to the side and snuggled against him. “Mind what?”
“If I come now?”
Regina jerked upright. Quinton had not climaxed? “Oh, my god. I’m shouldn’t have been so self-absorbed. I shouldn’t --”
“I wanted to watch you. Now you watch me.”
The tingling began in her groin as she leaned back and rode Quinton again. This was all so new and wondrous. A man held back to let her orgasm first? And now he wanted her to participate and watch him? Regina felt like one of those women featured in Cosmo or something. It was a little bit naughty and sanctified at the same time. As she rocked on top of him, Regina studied his face. Pleasure was so evident that it was almost hard to look upon. His hands were firm againt her hips guiding her in fast and furious pace.
Quinton urged her to lean over him and she adjusted her weight to take in all of him. He groaned in appreciation as Regina bent down and sucked at his nipple. His thrusts became more forceful. He was pressed so deeply inside of her, she was not sure where he ended and she began.
Suddenly, Quinton’s pelvis stopped, but he urged her on. “Keep going. Keep going...”
Regina did not need much encouragement. Her own groin was begging for more. Quinton’s fingers dug into her flesh as he arched against her. He called out something that Regina did not understand. His orgasm was so strong that she could feel him flow into her. The sensation triggered her own excited pelvis, and she felt another orgasm take hold. This time she did not fight it. Regina let the sensation flow over her like a warm shower. With each jerk of Quinton’s body, she felt another riptide of pleasure. Too soon, Quinton fel
l quiet.
Crumpling on top of his chest, Regina panted, too out of breath to even tell Quinton how grateful she was. He was still inside of her, warm and wet. She never wanted him to leave. Regina never knew it could feel like this. That two could merge and lose themselves in the moment. They had not been two people making love -- they had been one. It was the single most perfect night of her life.
The mood was slightly dampened as a cold wet tongue licked her cheek. “Get away Hurricane,” Quinton scolded, but Regina realized the dog was not Quinton’s. It was hers.
Bolting upright, Regina was shocked to find her Doberman wiggling in front of her. “Fury? What are you doing here, girl?”
Before Regina could think about this quandry any more, a teenage voice called from deep in the forest. “Mom?”
“Oh my God, Michael?” Regina harshly whispered. Quinton nodded curtly and helped lift her off of him. Whether her knees were weak from making love or panic, she could not tell. Both of them scrambled for their clothes as they heard Michael’s footfalls get closer and closer. Why did this have to happen now? What in the world was Michael doing way out here and how did he find her? Regina was barely able to throw back on her jeans and shirt before Michael rounded the corner.
“Mom!” Her son looked far younger than his seventeen years. His face was streaked with tears, and blood splattered his Motley Crue tee-shirt. The youth flew into her arms and sobbed violently. He did not never seem to notice that Quinton was only half dressed and underwear littered the forest floor.
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