Supremacy Part 11
I wake for the second time that day, still feeling like my body has been hit by a freight train, but at least the pounding in my head has gone away. I check Kitty's clock, it's 12:37pm, about an hour and a half after we first woke. We've moved, and her body is facing away from me and I'm wrapped around her. Her skin feels so soft against mine, and I let the pads of my fingers glide over it softly, tracing unknown patterns.
Once again I start thinking about what we're doing. I'm 19, I shouldn't be having these feelings towards a sophomore. Not worrying about the fact that she's a girl, because, really, the amount of gay people I know that's not an issue.
How is it that anyone else I think about that is age appropriate just leaves me feeling normal, but the second I think about Kitty, it takes everything in my body to hold myself back? This can't be right. I shouldn't have this constant urge to sleep with a 15 year old.
Speaking of constant urge, I feel Kitty move, and her ass grinds into my crotch. She rolls over in my arms and her lips are on mine before I can even say anything. It's slow and soft, and my tongue sneaks out to flick against her bottom lip. I add more pressure, and I feel a bit of pain shoot from my lip. Must've been from when she bit me. Last night fast forwards through my head again, and my body is screaming to take her again.
I move my hand to her hip and pull her closer to me, but our lips break as she hisses. I release her hip instantly and she looks at me with apologetic eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just… you really did a number on me last night." I instantly feel bad again, even though I know she enjoyed it. Her hand cups my cheek, and our eyes connect.
"I loved every second of it Quinn, don't doubt that. I love when you just take me like that. And I wish you could do it again right now, but… my body can't take it just yet." I nod and kiss her again. I still want to touch her, not wanting this whole weekend to be over before it really begins.
My hands return to her skin, and I make sure that I'm a lot more gentle then before. Her lips kiss along my jaw to my neck, and they start sucking at my pulse point. Our bodies move so I'm more on my back with Kitty slightly on top of me. She kisses along my collarbone, and her hand comes up to start peeling the sheet away that's covering my body. My hand comes up to grasp hers, stopping her actions.
"What are you doing?" She looks confused.
"Well, two things actually. One, just because I feel like I've been fucked by Mack truck doesn't mean I can't touch you." A playful smirk crosses her face.
"And two, why do you keep getting to see me naked, and I've only seen your body in the light, like, once? Not to mention, I've never even seen…" Her hand slides down my body and gently cups my core. Waves of heat shoot from my groin. Oh god, I just want to be inside her again.
"Fuck, Kitty, I want to touch you so bad."
"I want you too, but don't change the subject. Why don't I get to see you?" I break my eyes away from hers and bite my lip, completely ignoring the pain.
"My body's not like yours. You're flawless, perfect. Your skin is beautiful, everything's toned and tight. Everything about you just makes me want to worship you. My body… It's not like that." There, I said it. I let out the breath I've been holding. I don't want her to see… well, the makes of my life before. The stretch marks from Beth, the angry criss-cross of scars from my accident. The permanent reminders of how I fucked up my youth.
The soft touch of her fingers to my chin brings my eyes back to hers, and she holds my gaze intensely as her hands go back to moving the sheet away. I try to hold my arms by my side, even though every fibre in my wants to throw them over myself.
Her eyes shift, and I see them move slowly down my frame, taking in every single flaw on my skin. I'm glad I'm on my back, because that's where the worst one is, but I know my front still isn't pretty.
"Oh Quinn…" This is what I didn't want, I didn't want her to think of me as broken, someone who needs her pity.
"You're so fucking sexy." What?
"What?" She moves so she's straddling me, sitting back on her hunches, her fingers splayed out over my stomach.
"You're. Fucking. Sexy" She punctuates every word. She starts to scratch her fingernails lightly over my abs, god it feels good.
"You had a baby, you were in a car crash, and you're body still looks this good? That's hot." I feel my muscles twitch under her fingers, and she obviously does to because she runs them back over the same place time and time again.
"You had all that happen, and you still have abs? That's so impressive. I know, you're worried about these," Her fingers trace a particularly nasty scar that runs along my ribs just underneath my left breast. I move my hand to cover it, but she grabs my wrist and holds it back.
"But you don't have to be. They're part of you. Do you think I'd still worship you if I didn't know how strong you are? You went to hell and back. Twice. And you're still standing. That's one of the things about you that I find the most attractive."
"So what, now you're gonna 'Kiss all my scars away'?"
"Pffft, yeah right, that shit is for saps like Marley or that Rachel Berry girl." I laugh, knowing that it's very true.
"No, right now I want you to touch me, because just looking at your body is making me so fucking wet." I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth as those words leave her lips. Her body presses back against mine and our lips join for a kiss that's messy and heated.
"Just remember to be gentle, ok?" She whispers between our lips, and I nod as I continue to kiss her. My hands find their way to her ass, and I have an idea. I softly push her hips forward, and she breaks the kiss.
"What?"
"Move up the bed, I want to taste you." She gives me a questioning look before she understands what I'm getting at. She starts to move, and while her breasts are right in from of my face I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. She sighs as I flick my tongue across her nipple before releasing it.
"I thought you wanted to taste me?"
"Sorry, got distracted." She slides the rest of the way up so her knees are either side of my head. I look up along her body, she's leaning on her forearms against the wall, looking down at me. My hands go back to her ass and pull her closer to me, and I kiss her. Slowly I let my tongue lap at her, gently running all over her. She wasn't lying before when she said she was getting wet, and soon my face is soaked. I delve further into her, dragging my tongue softly over her clit. Quiet moans start to come from above me, and I look up again to see her eyes closed and her head leaning on the wall. One of her hands comes down to rest on my scalp, slowly stroking my hair.
"Quinn…" I stop, thinking that I might be hurting her. She smiles down at me, and I know I haven't done anything wrong when the right corner of her lip curls up.
"Quinn, I want to taste you too…" She doesn't say anything else, waiting for me to answer. I kiss her softly again and nod my head. She lifts one leg off me and quickly leans down to give me a quick kiss. She soon reshuffles her body so her legs are on the opposite side of my head. I start getting a bit nervous, the only person who's done this was Puck, and I barely remember that. I distract myself by going back to licking at Kitty's clit, which, let's be honest, is now one of my favourite things to be distracted by.
Her touch is soft at first, hesitant. Slowly she starts to add more pressure, gliding her tongue over me. I should probably be embarrassed at how wet I am, but Kitty's in the exactly same position. I bury my face into her pussy, pushing my tongue as deep into her as I can.
"Fuck." I hear and feel her say against my core, and it feels fantastic. My hands grab her ass, and my fingers spread across her cheeks. I just wish I could do this everyday. I love the noises Kitty makes when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Her tongue hits my clit, and holy fuck. I try my best to not buck my hips up, but Jesus it feels so good. I moan against her, and I feel the muscles in her thighs tighten. I move my mouth back to her clit and gently suck on it, moaning louder and louder as her tongue flicks at my clit.
"Quinn, that feels so good, you taste so good." She breaths quickly against my skin, before her tongue is back to rubbing against me. The intensity of the feeling is insane, and I can't help it when my hips start to bucking up to meet her mouth.
"Stop moving." She places her hands on my thighs, effectively holding me still. Fuck, her tongue feels so good. I try to keep focused on what I'm doing, but her tongue is not so slowly building me up to my climax.
I tighten my grip on her ass as the coil tightens in my stomach. She starts to suck on my clit, and all the pressure that had been building releases. My mouth comes away from her pussy and I cry her name, before somewhere in the haze of my orgasm I remember what I'm doing. I pull her clit back into my mouth and continue to moan, and her nails dig into my thighs. I groan one more time at sting of her nails, and I feel her body start to shudder above me. My mouth is met with a gush of wetness, and I try to lap as much of it as I can, savouring the taste, but probably not doing a very good job.
My orgasm continues to rip through me, and I don't know if I've come this hard in my life. Each tiny movement Kitty makes against me seems to set me off again, and I'm sure I'm doing the same to her. Eventually her body goes slack, and her entire body presses into me. I love the feeling over her weight on me, the comfortable softness pressed against me.
She rolls over onto the sheets, and I slowly crawl towards her so we're both at the foot of the bed. Our lips meet and it's messy and wet and, well, just plain hot. Her face is coated in my juices as is mine with hers, and all I want to do is slowly fuck her into oblivion.
But not right now.
Right now I want to holder her and enjoy this insanely sexy make-out session. So that's what I do. I wrap my arms around her body, and her leg hooks over my hip. Our tongue slide effortlessly against each other. I'm sure its all her, but the taste currently in my mouth is exquisite.
Later we'll have to get up, make something to eat, find her destroyed panties where ever they ended up in her lounge and be at least semi-presentable when her parents get home, but that's a problem for future us.
Right now I focus on her lips, trying to memorise them with my own. I try to memorise her skin with my fingertips, and her scent and her taste.
"I don't want you to go." She whispers when we part for a split second.
"I don't want to either, but I have to."
"I know, it just sucks that we can't do this every day, like, all day every day." I laugh, wanting nothing more than for that to be an option.
"Well, you're birthday's coming up, maybe I'll make it up to you then?" I knew that I'd be back in Lima for it, her birthday being February 13, the day before Shue's wedding. I'd already booked the hotel room for the two nights. Two birds, one stone. She smirks into my lips.
"You'd better."