Page 20 of Love Potion No. 69
“No underwear,” he mumbles, then he straightens and reaches up to the pencil out of my hair. “Your hair is a kink all its own, Sprite,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. Then he grips the hair at the back of my head and tilts my chin up. He licks my top lip, then bottom, before tracing the seam.
I shudder, unable to help the mewl that escapes me as I ache for that talented tongue of his to get between my legs.
He hums and tightens his grip on my nape, sending spikes of pleasure streaking through me. “We have a lot to talk about, love, but right now, I’d like to put my mouth on your pussy and make you come. And I’d like to do that without having a whole-ass conversation. Can we do that?”
“Yes,” I manage, my mouth dry.
His eyes darken and a decadent smile crosses his lips. “Get naked. I want you on this counter.”
Part of me wants to object, because this is my mother’s apothecary shop and people use this counter all the time. But the other part, the part that will happily do whatever this man tells me to do, hustles to divest myself of all my clothes.
“Wait,” I say, a slow smile spreading. “Get up there.”
He stares at me. “I believe I said that I wantedyouup there, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I’ll get up there, too. But seeing as how the potion that started this whole thing?—”
“It wasn’t the potion.”
“—was number sixty-nine, I figure we should, I don’t know, do something in homage to it.”
He chuckles. “I really,reallycan’t wait to get to know you better.”
I motion him along. “Get your hot ass on the counter and assume the position, Q.”
It’s not graceful, and I suppress a laugh at the sight of this giant man hauling his naked self up there.
“Oh, you think you’re funny,” he says, “but you try making it sexy getting up here.”
I flip my hair and step onto the stool behind the counter, and I’m up and straddling him in seconds.
He glares playfully at me. “Not fair.”
“Never said I was trying to be,” I shrug.
He swats my ass lightly. “Turn around and give me that pussy, Clementine.”
I lift up and turn around, and as he grabs my hips and lowers me down where he wants me, I help myself to his cock. With every stroke of his tongue against me, I match it with a lick along his length. Before long, I’m taking him to the back of my throat and moaning at the pressure of his tongue against my clit. It’s too good. How is he this good? I groan as his tongue sweeps down and around, then I grip the base of his cock, sucking the head and doing my best to match his incredible talent. When I suck hard while scraping my nails along the inside of his thigh, he jerks, nearly coming off the counter.
“Holy fuck, Clementine,” he gasps.
“Guess you like that,” I say, then do it again.
He groans. “Any more of that and I’m done.” He lifts me off him, then gets off the counter as I sit up. “Get over here,” he orders, then pulls me to him and has his mouth back between my legs in a heartbeat.
I suck in a breath as his tongue goes right back to my clit. “You are an expert at this,” I manage, my legs starting to shake as he pushes a finger into me.
He looks up at me. “I want to be an expert onyou, Clementine. Only you.” Then he pushes a second finger in and licks, and I whimper.
The feeling is so intense I see stars. “Fuck, Quinton, I love you,” I say, my entire body tensing as he thrusts his fingers deep into me.
He doesn’t answer, only intensifies his efforts. And as his other hand cradles me in place, I shatter, coming apart so thoroughly that I barely know my name. One hand grips the counter and the other holds his shoulder, and for a moment, it’s as if I’m between worlds, suspended between this one and one where angels roam.
I go limp, and before I can recover, he pulls me down, flips me around and stands me on the stool, then presses against me. His cock feels like silk as he rubs it up and down my ass. “Can I have you like this?” he asks against my ear, his voice as deep as the galaxy itself. “Bare?”
I’ve never let anyone inside me without protection, but for Quinton? Anything. I nod, my core clenching in anticipation.
He rumbles contentedly, then kisses my neck before pushing me down so my chest is against the cool wood of the counter. His hands run down my back, then around to frame my ass. “I was wrong,” he says. “It’s not just your hair that’s a kink. It’s your whole fucking body.” He massages my ass, then positions himself against me.