*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
After the chat with Fiona and Vincent Quentin looks intensely into Addy's eyes with his own deep brown ones and runs his fingers up her back pulling her close "I like your friends. I'm glad you told them..." He smiles a little shyly "It's only fun to be a secret for awhile...." He swallows and then licks his lips just watching her face, his expression hard to read.
The screen that had shown her two closest friends went back to the home screen of her tablet. As Quentin pulls her closer and speaks, she returns his smile. “They’re great.” she agrees. “And I didn’t mean to keep you a secret. I’ve wanted to tell Fi … just .. they’ve been through so much and with the wedding and they both got Covid-19 and Giovanni dying … I just didn’t want to bother them. And .. I was … I am so glad they called … I needed them to help me … you know .. get my mind .. straight…” she bites her lip and rests her forehead against his, her heart pounding.
Quentin nuzzled her forehead with his and then gave her a light kiss "I get it. I wasn't mad." He looks a little worried as he pulls back "Get your mind straight? Are we ok Babe?" He still couldn't believe this younger beautiful brilliant woman wanted his sorry ass sometimes. He had a lot of days where he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, despite his facade of being Mr. Charm and Confidence. And he didn't think it was possible to feel more for a woman than he had discovered feeling for Addy.
Addy returns the kiss and then nods when he asks if they’re alright. “We are. I just … when I was talking to Fi … I was telling her that after the flirting turned real and all, that I was having ..” she shrugs. “I think the words I used were ‘emotions and shit’ … and Fi asked me if … if it was the L word emotions and shit.” she bites her lip. Despite her previous depths of sexual experience, she had only ever had sex with one man. This man. “And I thought maybe it was just because you took my virginity, because .. well Fi is luckier in love I thought. She and Vincent. I was jealous for a long time. But then …” she blows out a breath. “I love you, Quentin.” there it was out. Now he could laugh, call her ‘kid’ and tell her it had been a blast but he would prefer a grown-up, thank you very much.
Quentin listens with a smile but fights butterflies in his stomach until she's halfway through and then unexpectedly his eyes fill with tears and he starts laughing "God dammit Addison. i love you too. I haven't said it because i didn't want to scare you away. I didn't want to pin you down to this...to me.......but I love you so much it's making me a little nuts." He sniffs and laughs and wipes at a tear as it strays from one eye down his cheek and then gestures at his face "You know...emotions and shit...." He's very good at self depreciation.
Addy laughs and gets a little teary eyed herself. “What all this?” she demands. “You can’t scare me away. And If ANYONE is going to pin me down, I want it to be you.” she grins and moves in for a little kiss. “Emotions and shit. And fuck off to anyone who doesn’t like it.” she giggles. “If I was gonna worry about anyone, it would be Tony, but he told me he was over his crush and was joking like I should be with you. When we DID get together I was a little scared he was joking, but … he’s cool with us. And Dad’s cool with us. And Fi and Vincent are cool with us.” she considers. “The only other person I think I’m really close too would be Mr R….” she grins a little, as John Reinhardt was Quentin’s boss and a second father to her.
Quentin laughed at the humour and in relief. He kissed back at her little kiss and then wrapped his arms tighter around her "What can I say...my boy has good taste...and he is cool I think." He purses his lips "I mighta already told John......I needed to talk to someone early on. He's got a wicked poker face that dude and he kept it to himself. He's on team Addy and Quentin..." He jokes and then just grabs her and kisses her hard on the lips, his no longer held back feelings transcending into a physical expression of his love. Quentin is fiercely passionate and intense about everything, especially Addy.
Addy’s mouth drops open in mild shock that John already knew, but suddenly Quentin’s lips are on her and she gives into the kisses for a minute before breaking them. “Well we have the approval of everyone we need it from.” and she presses herself into his body, kissing him deeply even as gratitude washes over her. She felt … freer … it was hard for her to explain, but now that the words were out … it felt … real. And beautiful.
Quentin runs his hands through her hair "I'd do it with their approval or without. the only one that would be tough would be Tony but he gets it......" As his body presses against her he gives a little happy grunt and dives into the next kiss relentlessly, hands moving from her hair to her back and then her hips as he starts to tug her on top of him, attempting to pull her into straddling him. He felt free and needed to be closer and fully express it all.
Addy gets into the kisses, but struggles slightly as he tries to pull her on top of him. Breaking the kiss she almost laughs. “Oh no you don’t.” she protests. “This is SO your chance to pin me down.” she jokingly tosses his earlier words back at him. Truth is she loves him over her. If she is successful, she will wrap her legs around him, arching up even though they are still both dressed.
Quentin laughs at her protest. They both loved the other one on top. but it's basically his mission in life to please her so he lets her win it a lot "As you wish my lady...how bout this.." He's quite strong and he simply slides her on top for long enough to scoop her up and carry her towards the bedroom. Then if she allowed all that he will gently put her down while kissing her and after that grab her hands, intertwining their fingers and pin her firmly as he presses down on her already so hard his tented erection presses into her abdomen. He smells lightly of sweat but it's clean sweat mixed with laundry detergent and a sporty deodorant. He's not much for cologne. He prefers it simple.
Addy squeaks a bit as she is swept up into Quenton’s arms. Her bedroom is in the back .. literally directly over Quentin’s bedroom one floor below. She inhales sharply when he pins her and presses against his erection. Her hands grab his face, intensifying the kisses and with her feet, she works to get his pants off of him.
Quentin's track pants are old and elasticized. they slide down with little effort and Addy using her feet makes him grin at her "Oh god woman..." He's now in his undies, small bikini style men's briefs with his pants around his shins. With a bit of kicking he shakes them off him and lets them drop to the floor and then lets go of her hands long enough to peel off his shirt and push hers up to her chin, pinning her with one long arm and hand clasping both of her hands as he does. It's not a firm enough hold that she can't break free if she wants to but he's humouring her wish to be pinned as he dips his head down and starts kissing and caressing her breasts.
Addy grins back up at him and chuckles as he kicks his pants off. She doesnt move when he pins her, even though she knows it would only take a nudge for him to release her. But for now she is happy to be under him letting him have his way with her. As he begins touching and kissing her ample breasts she moans softly. Quentin was the first person to make her reconsider her own chest. She’d always hated it, but Quenton made her feel so special she was not such a hater of her own body anymore. “Quentin…” she breathes, arching her breast up and feeling her nipple react. “Q…” she begins to writhe under him, pressing up and moving side to side trying to get her sweat pants off. They are baggy, as most of her clothes are in order to hide her body from … all eyes … It even goes to her underwear, which, he knows, are clean baggy granny panty briefs more suitable to a woman who was 89 as opposed to 19. Black, naturally. She arches her head back in pleasure.
Quentin is distracted by his love of Addy's breasts and her reactions to him. He lets her hands go so he can play with both of his. He flicks the now awake nipple with his tongue, his other hand wandering to play with it's counterpart. He can feel her trying to wiggle out of her pants so after ravishing her upper body to his satisfaction and hopefully hers he unceremoniously yanks her sweats right down and underwear with them, wasting no time in getting between her legs, hands and fingers caressing, kissing and teasing and then on his next exhale his tongue is on her clit, his prize he looks forward to as often as possible.
Addy only barely notices that her hands have been released. Both immediately grasp the top of her mattress while he gives her breasts love and attention. Then, with next to no warning, she is naked from the waist down and Quentin is between her legs. She is dimly aware of her hands moving from above her head as Quentin loves on her clit. Hooking her arms behind her knees, she spreads herself wide to his tongue. “Q … Q .. yes, Quentin.” she wants nothing in the world but for this feeling to continue and for Quentin to be the man making her body feel this way.
Quentin moans as she offers her world to him in this way. He looks up at her and smiles, still pushing her clit with his tongue. then he slides his hands under her ass cheeks and grips them pushing his tongue into her as far as it will go and gently thrusting her with his face, head and neck. God he loved this woman to bits.. and all her bits.
Addy moans and begins to pant as Quentin feasted on her. She could feel his hands on her ass and trembled in pleasure. Nothing beat the feel of this man. “Quen … Quentin…” she stammers. “Please … god please …” he’d never gotten her this close this fast and she vaguely wondered if it had to do with facing her feelings about him. “Make me cum .. oh .. please…” she begs.
Quentin smiles at her plea. Hell yes he would. He wants to hit all her happy spots at once so he slides a finger into her beside his tongue as he gently slides it out, taking the flat of his tongue back to her clit and rubbing hard, in time with the finger. If she starts to edge more he'll add a second finger, thrusting both into her wetness over and over, using the momentum to rock her fully as he goes with his upper body strength. Even rhythm, hard and deep. He can feel his own hardness like it's going to explode but he can hold it and he loves her orgasm more than his own, always.
Addy’s entire body is like a live wire when Quentin uses his tongue and fingers on her. She edges for a delectable five seconds and then the orgasm crashes over her. Her voice is a soft whimper as it begins and her hips buck upwards. Then she pulls away slightly, falling to the mattress. “Fuck me!” it is not a request. “Make love to me! Anything!”
Quentin doesn't have to be told twice. He grins and springs to the side table dresser to grab a condom and rips it open, sliding down his underwear to spring out, so hard he's practically pulsing "Oh fuck come on..." he mutters as the condom unrolls less than smoothly. He figets with it and makes it comply, rolling it down and securing it before kicking off his underwear and jumping back on her "Sorry for the delay..."He offers in his deepest voice and then positions himself and enters her letting out an immediate cry as soon as he's in and then thrusting her hard and deep "Holy fuck I love you..." He breathes out.
Addy understands the delay, but that doesn’t stop her need. It DOES, however, give her precious seconds to cool down. His voice begins to melt her and soon he is in her … stretching her … hard and deep and her cries meld with his. She knows he has a large cock and, at first she was afraid, but he comforted her. Now, months later, she knew how to accommodate him and often craved him. “I love you, Quentin.” she breathes, meeting his thrusts. She can feel herself climbing to another orgasm and shudders. She knows how her body works and she more than half hopes she doesn’t push quentin over the edge. It isn’t as powerful as the orgasm she reached before, so it may only feel incredible.
Quentin knows her patterns now and slows down just a bit so he can last. Her shudder makes him almost lose it and he pants intentionally, stopping and just holding position and barely hissing out "Dammit wait...." He stoops his head down and kisses her trying to make it. Not wanting to sop her long beautiful train of pleasure he slides his hand down and rubs at her clit with his thumb, keeping things flowing for her while he regains control to pace himself.
Addison rides the orgasm out, but when Quentin touches her clit, she moves her hand to his. “Wait …” she tries to turn them both over and, if successful, she will straddle him and her whole body still trembling. “I need to taste you.” she gently takes the condom in her teeth and lifts her head, pulling it off. Then she looks at him as she licks him from base to head.
Quentin almost looks like he might protest the waste of a condom but moves with her and as soon as her tongue is on him and she makes eye contact to boot he shudders and cries out "Oh god oh god." His head snaps back and he's now in the zone where she can have him any way she wants.
As far as Addy is concerned, he’s used the condom perfectly and she needed him inside of her .. but now … Addy wants a snack. She watches his head snap back and watches his Adam’s Apple bob as she licks back down his shaft. She then heads back up, wrapping her hand around his shaft. If not she will absolutely choke on his length. Her tongue reaches the head again and she dips, taking him into her mouth as deeply as she can. Then she sucks softly, bobbing her head up and down, keeping her hand just at her lips. Jacking him even as she sucks him.
Quentin pants and writhes and thrusts up at her. He was already fighting being so close. She's going to get her taste in no time now. Fuck that felt good. As her rhythm gets going he starts grunting on each movement down, his hand moving to her hair, caressing ti at first and then as he cums, pulling it a little hard and gripping it as all his grunts become one long shuddering moan and he fills her mouth with the liquid warmth of his letting go completely. As he lets go, his hand relaxes again on her hair, stroking her and catching his breath "Oh Addy..."
Addy’s usual loose braid is history by the time Quentin grabs her hair and cums in her mouth. She swallows greedily, loving what he is giving her. Closing her eyes, she continues to swallow, milking him of the last gently. Finally, she lets go of his shaft and closes her lips around him, pulling up and throwing her head back to swallow the last few drops. She leans into his caress and pulls herself half up onto his chest. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she innocently asks. “Yes, Quentin?”
Quentin cracks up at her "Oh you know...you know Baby." He pulls her up higher and kisses her deeply, appreciating all that she is, that they are and feeling so much love.
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