She sucked him in and as she did, she felt the most sinful sensations that had ever rushed through her pussy. Quinn was forcing his tongue deeper than she ever imagined, stroking in and out, and rasping the sensitive tissues of her inner channel. It was a perfect combination. Quinn would thrust inward and Kara would work to engulf more of Ben's shaft, working the engorged tip of his cock deeper into her mouth, laving the sensitive spot under the head with her tongue. She reveled in Ben's labored, "Good Girl," which only made her mouth soften to absorb more of his length, more of his decadent taste.
"God, Kara. Every time I think I've drank all your cream, you give me more. You love sucking Ben's cock, don't you, sweetheart?" With that, his wet lips latched onto her clit as he stabbed fingers deep into her vagina. She arched her pelvis upward, her face higher, wanting to be invaded further by both cock and fingers, taking both men deeper into her body. Then Quinn crooked his fingers and started rubbing against a spot she never knew existed inside her sheath, a cluster of nerves that ran first to her clit, then to her nipples and her mouth, and fingers, and toes and everyplace on her body. Quinn seemed to know how needy she was as he circled and then bit gently down on the swollen bud of nerves he had been sucking. She sucked down in response, inhaling Ben to the back of her throat as her orgasm slammed through her body, needing Ben to come with her.
"Kachawli, no." He tried to pull away, and she reached around, grasping his tightly flexed ass. "Kara, I'm going to come. Let me go." He tried to pull away gently, not wanting to use his strength against her. But as she reveled in her pleasure, she was stronger than ever before, and refused to be denied. At last she tasted bliss, his bliss, as it shot down her throat, and her pleasure was almost complete. She made a small sound of disappointment, and Ben, being Ben, immediately understood and ripped off her blindfold, allowing her to have every one of her senses engaged in this final precious moment as she pressed her nose into his musky thatch of black pubic hair and continued to drink down his release.
Slowly she pulled back, still suckling his semi-engorged erection as she peered up into his coal black eyes. He looked as dazed as she felt. As she released him, she looked down at Quinn who was smiling up at her. She was moved at his look of contentment. She watched as he pulled his fingers out of her body, and lapped up the silky clear juices until they were clean. She felt her breath begin to speed up at the sight, and by the wicked glint in his eyes, Quinn obviously read her excitement.
She watched as he went to put his fingers back and she twisted away.
"No!"
"Kara, what's wrong?" Quinn asked in dismay.
"I need you in me. I need your cock," she demanded, looking straight into the molten honey eyes, surrounded by black-fringed lashes. She wondered how she had ever managed to achieve orgasm without being able to see these two men. She watched as he paused, studying her.
"Sweetheart, you're awfully tight, let me just-"
She cut him off. "Now! I can't stand a minute more without having you inside me." Kara reached down, cupping both of her breasts, and brushed the tips with her thumbs while she watched Quinn's eyes darken from honey to amber. She tilted her head and saw Ben's sated expression turn predatory. Ben made a quick move and opened the drawer of the nightstand, coming back with a handful of condoms. He threw one at his brother's chest, which Quinn easily caught.
"You need to listen to her, brother," Ben said.
"No, she needs to listen to me. You both do." Quinn's voice was implacable. He pushed Kara's thighs up so that her knees were almost on either side of her breasts. "Hold her," he commanded his brother. Ben reached down and grasped her legs behind the knees, keeping her open for Quinn's perusal. She gasped as she looked down, seeing the top of her sex splayed wide with Quinn so big and imposing leaning over her, looking directly into her eyes. "You will listen to me, little one. I refuse to hurt you." He set the condom to the side and swiped his fingers through her wet sex, pulsing with need even more than when Ben's cock was deep in her mouth. Then she felt him enter her, and it was much more than before. Where before he had used maybe two of his sizeable fingers to stroke inside her, he now had to be using three, and she arched up in welcome. Then he pulled them out, taking more of her silky essence with him. Then he pushed more fingers in again, and she winced at the burn.
"It hurts, doesn't it, Kara?" He demanded an answer. All she could do was nod her head yes.
Finally she gasped out, "It hurts good, Quinn." She saw his relieved smile. He continued to pump in and out, until finally she was pushing upward to meet the rhythm of his entry, glorying in the sense of fullness, in the connection with this man. She saw his amber eyes glitter as they watched her intently, assessing her body's reaction. He took his fingers out to suck them in his mouth, and she shuddered, watching him relish her flavor as his face flushed.
They'd been right to blindfold her. She was now experiencing every sense, and it was amazing. She watched as he picked up the condom, and ripped it open with his intensely white teeth. As he sheathed his cock, she tried to reach forward to touch him, but Ben's grip kept her in place.
"Next time, Kara," Ben soothed. "We want to make you feel good. Let Quinn do this." She watched and felt as the broad head of his cock, so much more than his fingers, snuggled at her needy entrance.
"Oh, my God, can you see this, Ben?" Quinn looked up with a stunned expression, including his brother in this most intimate moment. Ben bent forward over her head, getting a better view. She gave a huff of dissatisfaction that she couldn't see what they were seeing.
"She's incredible, brother," Ben said in a strained voice. Then Kara felt the liquid push just trying to breach the tight muscle of her opening, and she couldn't help but flinch at the discomfort. Quinn looked deep into her eyes. He felt the resistance of her body, and knew that his girth had to be causing some pain.
"Help her, Ben," Quinn instructed, while he held still. Ben kept hold of her left leg but gently lowered her right leg, and then his fingers were hovering over her engorged clit, and just one touch had her gasping in reaction. As if he understood that anything more than a featherlike touch would be too much for her swollen bud, he softly caressed her, causing sparks to emanate from that one spot to her entrance, relaxing her and allowing Quinn to slide deeper, until the head was buried inside her, filling her. It was wonderful. She felt the heat and power of the man, and she thrust up, needing him deeper. Again, he looked carefully into her eyes, gauging her ability to accept more. When he determined that with Ben's ministrations, and her own longing, he could continue, he sank further, until she felt him nestle against her womb.
"Yes, Quinn," she wailed. "Nothing has ever felt this good." Ben took his fingers away and she grabbed his wrist, trying to hold him, but he easily moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, savoring her essence and wetting the digits even further. Then he put them back to where she so desperately needed them and pressed and circled even harder, and that's when Quinn started a slow pull out, followed by a faster thrust in, once again tapping softly against the mouth of her womb, causing her to spasm in delight. He continued, faster and faster.
"Harder and faster, both of you, harder and faster." She was thrashing her head. She felt the slight flicker of childhood firework sparklers, and they were building to firecrackers popping off as she whimpered with excitement. Then she felt a roman candle going off, and finally she screamed as the deafening grand finale came and the night sky exploded into showers of color.
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Quinn left Kara and Ben napping while he padded naked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Quinn wasn't sure that anything had ever warmed him more than seeing the two of them nestled together. It was as if his life had finally clicked into place. This was exactly what he wanted forever. How he could know a woman for just a day and be absolutely certain she was the woman he was meant to build a life with, the woman meant to bear his children, he didn't know. But there it was. The Creator had blessed him.
As much as he complained about the metaphysical aspects of life to his brother, Quinn had deeply held spiritual beliefs that came from his mother and his people. He believed strongly in a Creator and a Spirit that guided him. There had definitely been times when he had been guided to turn the boat to shore, and that had saved him from terrible storms that no Doppler system had predicted. There had also been times when he had been guided to schools of fish in parts of the ocean that had resulted in huge hauls when other fishermen had come home empty. Yes, Quinn knew there was more to this world than his five senses could show him. This was one of those times he was being guided, and he knew it.