Author's note: Voting was pretty even so I'm going to finish this story first, because it's easier for me to keep everything straight in my head that way. To the eight people who are itching to read the EPOV pieces, it'll be about a week 'til I'm done here and have time to post them. Sorry about that!
Quinn and I lay side by side on a picnic rug in my fairy meadow, kissing as the bright midday sunshine beat down on us. I felt happier than I had for a long time. It was wonderful to have a man who was truly mine, finally. Quinn wasn't out fucking other women every night, and he would never make me wait in the next room while he fed on someone else. I hadn't realized how much those things hurt me until I was with someone who didn't cause me that pain. I snuggled in closer to him.
"I love you," I sighed. "I'm really happy to be with you again."
"I love you too," he smiled, "and likewise."
I was grinning like an idiot, but so was he.
We kissed again, the minutes ticking by unnoticed as we fixated on one another and the tingly sensations that shocked us wherever we touched. I was giddy with joy and I wanted to make love to him again, right there in the sunshine.
After many long, passionate kisses I noticed that he was holding me oddly. His chest was pressed against mine and our legs tangled, but he was carefully keeping his groin a couple of inches away from me. I rocked my hips forward to make contact, but he moved back just in time. I realized what he was doing and smiled against his mouth. I put a hand on his hip and held him still so I could grind against him. He was every bit as hard as I had hoped. Yum.
He stopped me immediately though, his fingers digging into my hip to keep me still. "Babe, if you do that..."
"You'll fuck me senseless?" I asked sweetly. I was feeling really brazen after this morning's activities.
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "I was ready to do that half an hour ago, just cuddling you makes me crazy."
"You poor thing, you must be so uncomfortable." I feigned sympathy, but felt glee. "Here, let me make it better."
I started rubbing him through his jeans, even though I knew that would make his discomfort worse, not better. He made a loud, pained groan as I did. I watched his face carefully, reveling in his reactions as his brows knit and his features contorted. I undid his button and zipper, then stroked him again through the thin fabric of his underwear. He was rock hard in my hand, and his whole body jerked in response to my touch. A big drop of moisture had soaked into the front of his pants.
"You know, I was going to play it cool and sunbathe in my underwear for a while, so I could act all innocent when you jumped me," I murmured, still stroking him. "But my hand has a mind of its own. Such a pity."
"Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt your sunbathing." He winked, then rolled me onto my back and started pushing my top up.
"You want me to lie out here in the sun, almost naked?" I teased, as I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
"God, yes."
He rained a trail of kisses all over my newly exposed skin, working quickly from my belly button to my neck. When he made it back to my mouth, his kiss left me breathless and dizzy.
"It would be such a shame for you to get tan lines though." He undid my bra as he said it, then slid it off my shoulders so he could stare at my breasts, biting his lip hungrily.
"I'll only sunbathe naked if you will," I retorted in a pretend huff, crossing my arms in front of my newly-exposed chest.
He grinned at me, then used his Supe speed to stand and strip off all his clothes in under three seconds.
"Better?" he teased, poking my arm playfully with his cock as he knelt back down beside me.
My mouth hung open as my eyes roamed up and down his beautiful body.
"God, I want you," I mumbled hoarsely, before I even knew my lips were moving.
My gaze kept being drawn back, irresistibly, to his cock. As I stared at him, he took it in his hand and started stroking himself. I was transfixed. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen; the sexiest, most intimate thing. I whimpered as I watched him.
"Do you like watching me, babe?"
All I could do was nod enthusiastically, my eyes never leaving his hand as he pumped himself faster. The way he did it looked so rough, and I was mentally recording what he did so I could do the same. Just thinking of touching him, a loud whine escaped my throat. I was desperate for him, I wanted him buried all the way inside me right now, but I was so absorbed in watching him that I couldn't move. It was a delicious agony.
"Makes me so wet," I finally managed to answer him, barely able to form the words.
His eyes went completely dark with lust. "Oh God," he gasped. "Show me what I do to you? Please?"
I was apprehensive, but the though of him coming while he stared at my naked body and touched himself really turned me on.
I fumbled with my shoelaces, unable to pull my eyes away from the delicious drop of moisture at his tip. I wanted my clothes to just disappear, to be gone without me having to move or look away from him. Then I remembered that I could do that. I forced my eyes closed for a second so I could concentrate, then clicked my fingers. My clothes reappeared in a folded pile beside me.
Completely naked now, I leaned back and moved my legs a little way apart, to show him how my body responded to him. His eyes roamed all over me, as though he couldn't decide what part he liked most, while his hand moved faster and faster along his cock.
"You're so beautiful," he panted, leaning over to kiss me for a moment. "So wet, so open, so perfect..."
I glanced down to see what he meant, but unlike his straining, throbbing erection, my body's arousal was almost too subtle to notice. Other than the small puddle of moisture, the only change I could see was a slight swelling and spreading, showing just a little more of the parts so well hidden. Maybe the flesh was also a darker pink than usual, but I couldn't tell.
I felt so relaxed around him that I did the most wanton thing I ever had: I reached down and spread my outer lips apart, showing him exactly how aroused I was. Then I sunk two fingers inside and fucked myself for a few seconds, before I pulled them out again so he could see how wet they were. His hand moved even faster as he watched me, moaning loudly.
I held my fingers up in front of him, waving them near his nose so he could smell my arousal. A low growl rumbled around in his belly as he caught my fingers with his mouth and sucked them clean. The feeling tingled through my entire body, and suddenly I really needed to come, too. I pulled my fingers from his mouth and began rubbing my clit, sprawled out in front of him with my legs open. My other hand found my breasts and I started playing with them, letting him watch me arouse myself.
"God, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," he rasped, kissing me again before he sat back to watch me some more.
His hand moved faster and rougher, telling me he was close. The sight of him pleasuring himself so flagrantly was turning me on like crazy. Out here in the sunshine, in this beautiful meadow surrounded by the woods, it seemed so natural to watch him like this. It felt almost innocent to put on a show for one another like this, as though it were unquestionably right to let each other know exactly what we liked. I moved to give him a better view and he was suddenly right on edge, going to come any second. Then he stopped abruptly, panting and staring at me.
"What's wrong?" My confusion was evident in my voice. Why on earth did he stop? I wanted so much to watch him.
"There's something I want to do, and I swear I don't mean it disrespectfully, quite the opposite really, but if you'll feel like I'm disrespecting you if I do this, then I won't," he rambled nervously. "Or even if you just don't like it or-"
I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted to do, so I interrupted. "If you want to come all over me, my answer is 'yes please'."
He gasped and his cock twitched as I said it, then gave me a huge, delighted smile. He started stroking himself again immediately, and his body went rigid as he clawed his way to his peak. I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to taste him, so I sat up and licked the drop of moisture that so fascinated me from his tip. When I touched him, he screamed my name and came instantly. The first few drops hit my tongue, but I lay back so he could come all over my body as well, leaving his mark on my lips, chin, neck, sternum, breasts and belly. I moaned as his essence rained all over me. When I had seen this in other people's heads, it had always seemed gross, but right now it felt tender and intimate. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted the evidence of his pleasure all over my body.
He slumped back onto his haunches, completely spent. His eyes closed for a few moments, and I slowed my hands until he was ready to watch me again. When his eyes opened and he saw me touching myself in front of him, covered in his come, a heartbreakingly tender look fixed on his face.
"Oh, look at you," he whispered. "So beautiful..."
He crawled over my body to kiss me, soft and lingering now, and I had to give him a little push with my hand to make him sit up and watch me again; he would happily have kissed me sweetly for the whole rest of the day. Once he was staring at me, I smiled up at him and writhed around, showing off my curves. He looked like he could barely contain his joy. I stroked myself more obviously, turning my small movements into larger ones so he could better see what I did.
"Please, don't change this for me," he begged, "just do whatever works for you. Show me what you like, please?"
I was surprised he realized why I changed what I was doing, and pleased that he cared so much about my enjoyment. I switched back to the small, subtle movements I liked best and he stared at my hand, studying what I did.
I took his hand and directed it to a drop of thick, milky liquid that had landed right between my breasts. "Rub it in?" I pleaded.
He started massaging his fluids into my skin, just as I asked him to. Seeing his juices all over my body, I desperately wanted to do the same to him, so he smelled as much like me as I did of him.
"Mmmmm, you're gonna be covered in my scent," he grinned as he massaged my left breast. "Every Supe for miles will smell me all over you. God, that's hot."
"I want that," I smiled, then continued nervously, "and I want you to smell like me, too." I felt how much he loved that idea before I even finished speaking.
"Yes, please," he purred. He picked me up effortlessly, shifting from his knees onto his back as he did. He set me down on top of him, straddling his chest. "Rub your scent all over me, so everyone knows I'm yours. Please, babe?"
I ground against his hard muscles as I kept on touching myself, and he massaged the last of his come into my skin. It felt amazing. I couldn't believe how much this turned me on, how much I wanted us both to smell like one another. I realized I wanted it for exactly the reason he said, so every Supe around would know we're together, but it meant more than that, too. I wasn't sure exactly what yet, and I was far too turned on to care.
"Oh, John," I moaned. "I'm so close..."
"Come for me, beautiful," he begged, biting hard on his lip. "You smell so good, I can't wait to taste you."
My breath caught in my throat as he projected an image to me. In his fantasy, I stared into his eyes as I lowered my clit to his mouth, brazenly pressing my most private, tender parts against his face. I liked the idea almost as much as he did and wriggled forward without thinking, but stopped just short of obliging him. I was too shy to go any further. His hands started guiding me then, first pushing my butt forward so he could see me, then pushing my knees further apart so I was even closer to him. He stopped when he had me half an inch from his mouth and teased me, snaking his tongue towards me but stopping just before it got there.
His eyes swept all over me, and I knew he could see everything from my knees to my face, including right between my legs. I felt utterly wanton. I had never opened myself like this to anyone before, never offered my body up so wholly for inspection. I was embarrassed at first, but very quickly, my lust took over. It was a huge turn on, letting him watch me like this. When I couldn't take the teasing any more, I lowered myself that last half inch, finally making contact with his mouth. My whole body shuddered as he sucked the tiny pearl of flesh into his mouth, stroking it all over with his tongue and making me moan loudly.
I immediately felt myself edging towards a wonderful orgasm, a mellower and more intense pleasure than the ones I had that morning.
As he slowly drove me wild with his mouth, he held my butt firmly to keep me upright, squeezing and kneading as he did. His touch made me tingle all over, and as that tingle became more intense, my moans turned to desperate whimpers. Then he did something different to my clit, something I had never felt before... something that took me to that perfect edge, right between pleasure and pain, pushing me right to my limits. A wave of delight ripped through my body, shaking me to my very core.
I was lost to the world as my body trembled above him, and I didn't realize how loud I was screaming until I stopped. My ears were ringing, but I was happy, relaxed and very, very satisfied.
