We both groaned around the hot flesh we worked with lips and tongue. The muscles in Mark’s ass clenched on my fingers as I stroked that small gland inside him, and he thrust up shallowly into my mouth.
He released me to pant, “Qu…Quinn, is this your…Oh, f**k that feels good!…your way of pun…punishing me for leaving?”
I was as breathless as he was. “If I wanted to…to punish you, Mark, I’d be…I’d be sliding into you, and once…oh, once I was inside, I wouldn’t move.”
“You’d make me wait?”
“Yes.”
“And then?”
“And then….” I eased my fingers out of him, somehow managed to roll on the condom and coat it with more of the lotion, and then swung myself around so I was between his legs. His hands gripped my shoulders, and I knew there would be bruises there in the morning. I didn’t f*****g care
