The sun was setting outside of the log cabin where I, Quinn Fabray, and my girlfriend, Rachel Berry, were spending our weekend together. Final rays of the day were reflecting off of the lake outside and I could see my lover laid out on the deck, soaking in every last bit of sunshine that she could. Her beautiful, dark hair was spread out alongside of her head and her eyes were shut. Rachel rather enjoyed nude sunbathing, and I had no argument against it. Especially not now, when i could just stare at her toned body, olive toned skin over taut muscle, sleek and smooth. She was getting tanner with every hour she was out there, only adding to the contrast between us when I went out to lay my hand on her stomach.
"Why don't you come on inside? You've been out here all day, baby, you have to be hungry." I say to her, tracing my fingertips from her navel to her collarbone.
Rachel shivers before speaking. "In a minute, dear. I'm in need of this tan. Then I promise I'll be in to eat."
It was rather frustrating how she didn't even open her eyes. "No, no, you should come in now. I have something that's rather special prepared for you. It's that dish you love, oh, you know, the one that ends in a beautiful bliss for both of us."
"Mmm.. In another few minutes." She says, still not getting it. Or maybe she was and she's just ignoring the suggestions. I run my pale hand down to slip inbetween her legs. What I find is a surprise; she's already very prepared for me.
"Now." I slip one of my long fingers inside of her wet core and her back arches. I start moving it in and out of her, making her moan and beg for me before pulling away completely. "Get in this house. Now."
I walk back in and hear her clamber up from her chair. "Coming!" she says, suddenly hurrying.
"You will be." I say and do not wait for her by the door. Instead, I walk over to the ivy colored couch and rummage through my pink duffel bag, looking for a certain toy that she knows I love. She comes in, slightly out of breath from rushing and perches on the sofa, waiting for me to take her again. "What do you think you're doing, pet?" I say to her.
"I'm.. I'm waiting for you to finish what you started." She says, kissing my thighs softly as I stand in front of her. I run my hand through her thick, dark as night hair.
"Except you're going to be showing me exactly why you think I should give you that pleasure, pet." I say to her and prop one of my feet on the sofa next to her. "You're going to pleasure me first, and if it's satisfactory, then, and only then, I will pleasure you."
The girl pouts up at me. "But.. Quinn, you just teased me and I'm so wet.. Look." She leans back and spreads her legs. I can see her pussy glistening beautifully from this angle, but I just shake my head.
"You'll carry out my orders, pet." I say to her.
Rachel sighs, leaning forward to kiss my stomach. "Yes, mistress. I'll carry out your orders." She moves her kisses down my stomach and around my thighs, teasing, just as I teased her. One of her hands comes up to squeeze one of my round breasts just as she flicks her tongue over my clit. I almost want to moan, but I resist it. Too soon. If I cave now, she'll gain control. I feel myself get wetter and she runs her hand up to bury two of her fingers inside of me, pumping them in and out of my heat. my knees start to go weak and she grabs my hips to pin me to the sofa before getting onto her knees.
"Did I say you could move me, pet?" I asked her. I didn't protest when she ignored my inquiry, I didn't have much of a choice. Her mouth was busy sucking on my clit and running her tongue into my pussy along with her fingers. "Fuck, Rachel, Fuck!" My hands had found their way into her hair, clutching her closer and closer, my hips acting of their own accord and bucking upward toward her.
"Beg me." She ordered. "Beg me to let you cum. Don't you dare cum without my permission."
"Please, Rachel. Please.." I moan louder as her fingers get rougher and faster and her tongue works faster at my clit. "Please let me.. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck" I scream and my body convulses as I cum harder than ever and pull her hair.
"Hmm." She pulls back to watch me as I try to recover. "I don't remember saying you could cum, girl. Now you'll have to please me. And, you can only use your hands and one toy. You're not allowed to taste me."
Rachel sat back on the coffee table that was in front of the couch, her legs stretcing out and spreading apart. I pulled the toy from behind my back and shoved it deep into her without any warning. She flinched, but moaned and squirmed against it. "More." She ordered, her voice husky and when she looked down at me, her dark eyes were heavy lidded.
I started sliding the thick, long dildo in and out of her tight pussy and circled her clit with my thumb. The muscles in her lower stomach were visibly tightening, which meant she wouldn't be long now. I leaned up to lock my mouth around one pert nipple.
"Quinn.." She said in a breathy moan and dug her nails deep into my shoulders, pressing up against me as she came. The whole thing was beautiful, in a way. Her eyes rolling back into her head as her body arched upward so gracefully and her legs straightened out completely in the air. A piece of art in itself. Hell, she was a piece of art.
I leaned up to kiss her softly, pulling the toy out of her and smiling. "I love you, Rachel Berry."
"And I love you, Quinn Fabray." She said, "Now, what's that you were saying about dinner?"