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“Oh my god these are the best things ever!”
“Ever?” Quanxi looked at you carefully. “The best ever?”
“Yes! Come, taste.” You held out a fresh strawberry for Quanxi to taste. She opened her mouth, slowly wrapping her lips around the fruit instead of taking it by hand. You watched her chew it slowly. The air is suddenly charged as you wait for her verdict.
“Well?”
“I’ve tasted better,” Quanxi shrugged after licking her lips clean.
You gave her a disbelieving scoff. “Suuure. Just admit it, I got the perfect batch this time! You know strawberries are such a hit or miss.”
“Hmm that’s true,” Quanxi pulled you in by your waist. “I know that there’s something else I’d like to taste right now.”
“And what could that possibly be?” You said coyly. You took another strawberry from the basket, maintaining eye contact with Quanxi while you took a bite. It was a juicy one, liquid running down your wrist and forearm that you paused to stare at.
“Oh,” you frowned, straining behind Quanxi to pull a paper towel off the counter but she still held you close.
“I got it,” Quanxi said. You expected her to reach for the paper towel like you had tried to, but Quanxi held your wrist and licked the sticky trail from your elbow up. Your ears flamed from the contact, watching Quanxi drag her tongue against your skin until she reached the base of your palm, then bit the rest of the strawberry, her teeth grazing your fingertips.
“That does taste good,” she said through her bites.
“Now it does?” you huffed. Quanxi nodded, tilting her head down to meet your lips. Both of your lips are sickly sweet, sticky from the fruity extract. Quanxi’s tongue slipped into your mouth, wrapping itself around your tongue until she had your natural taste. The strawberries are good but nothing can compare to you. You moaned into her mouth, finally pulling away to breathe.
“I just wanted to have a snack.”
“And I want to have you,” Quanxi said matter of factly. You shook your head in jest and tried to reach for another berry on the counter. Quanxi squinted at the basket, then snatched it up to hold it well above her head. You let out a noise of protest as Quanxi is already six feet tall and with her arm raised you couldn’t get the basket back unless you had a stool.
“Follow me,” Quanxi smiled, dragging you to the bedroom. After playfully but short lived wrestling with Quanxi you were pinned onto the bed facing up. Quanxi held both of your wrists down, her knee splitting your legs open and gently nudging against your sex. You rolled your hips on the knee, trying to soothe the growing sensation spreading between your legs, but Quanxi has other plans. After maneuvering to hold both of your wrists with one hand she picked a rather big strawberry from the basket she set on the nightstand and held it up to your lips. The only issue was that the strawberry is turned backwards, the leafy stem facing your tongue instead of the part that was a delight to eat.
“Open and hold it with your teeth,” Quanxi ordered. You obeyed, holding the strawberry carefully to not break through it. Quanxi’s eye twinkled from anticipation.
“Good girl,” she purred, pecking a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s see how long you can stay like that. Keep your hands here.”
Quanxi kissed your jaw and neck while her hands travelled under and up your shirt. You kept your hands above your head as told, but you desperately wanted to weave your fingers through Quanxi’s hair. Quanxi lifted your tank top, careful not to snag your hair on the way up, and her eye settled on your breasts. Your full chest rose and fell steadily, your nipples getting harder from being exposed to Quanxi’s stare. You didn’t know what to do. You were told that you couldn’t move her hands from your head, and your mouth was occupied.
Quanxi still has one knee pressed against your mound, purposefully grinding it on your pussy as she twists one of your nipples. You whined through your teeth, pushing your chest into Quanxi’s hand so she could massage it fully. Quanxi was hunching over you, massaging both breasts, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over your nipples, smirking as you writhed impatiently below her.
“Shhh, just enjoy your strawberry, baby,” she murmured, dipping her head down to enclose her lips on a nipple. You whined again, your hands clawing at the pillowcases around you. Looking down to see Quanxi sicking your nipple was a beautiful sight to see. She teased and sucked on it, tugging it gently with her teeth to stretch the skin before letting go and watching it snap back. She trailed open mouth kisses on your sternum, taking her sweet time to get to the other breast, littering the space with kiss marks. You were heaving and dripping from her touch. You felt your teeth precariously holding onto the strawberry. You were barely able to withhold yourself from snapping your jaw down when Quanxi started the same ministries to your other breast. You wanted to stick it out to the end to finally beat Quanxi’s unexpected challenges, but this one was the hardest even though it was the simplest. You felt your teeth sink deeper into the fruit when Quanxi took a long stripe up from the underside of your breast to suck on your nipple again.
“Quan-“ you groaned from the back of your throat, but at the same moment your lover’s hand reached beneath the waistband of your shorts to pet your damp panties. You bucked your hips forward into her hand, relieved to have felt some pressure on your sex but Quanxi is quick to pull away. Quanxi tutted and shook her head in faux disappointment.
“Stop moving so much or you’re gonna mess up,” she said, still stroking your slick folds through the fabric. “You said that you were gonna win someday.” She removed both your shorts and panties in one quick swipe, resting both of your legs on her shoulders. You nearly dropped the strawberry from gasping. The sudden shift of position left you almost folded in half with Quanxi’s head settling between your legs. Quanxi gently bit down on the inside of your thigh, holding her teeth there to swipe her tongue over the tingling skin. You released yet another strangled moan, your feet jerking erratically behind Quanxi’s head. She was just teasing incessantly now, sucking on your flesh until she reached the apex of your thighs, then blowing over your exposed sex to watch you clench around nothing.
“You’re doing so well. So good for me ,” she complimented your determination. Quanxi noticed your lips pulled back to bare your teeth over the berry, your throat taking empty swallows to try to calm down. Tears are gathered at the corner of your eyes and Quanxi wants to kiss them away and have their saltiness settle in her mouth, but she has more important matters right in front of her face.
She flattened her tongue, taking a long stripe up from the seam to the clit, holding onto your waist tightly because you jerked again just as expected. The strawberry is almost cut in half in your mouth. Your tongue is pressed against the leaves, a subtle reminder to calm yourself down. You mewled, rolling your hips into Quanxi’s face while looking up at her, but Quanxi’s eyes are closed as she enjoys herself. You want to tangle your fingers in Quanxi’s hair, to tug her closer and rut into her lips, and you would have if you weren’t so set on winning.
Quanxi, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see her lover melt by her touch. She filed away the teasing act she had planned, completely taken by the heady scent and broken whimpers escaping your mouth. She focused her attention to worry your clit, making a tight seal on it with her lips, eliciting labored breaths from the other woman. She shifted you in her arms, hooking one hand at the back of your knee, pushing your legs further into your chest while pulling them farther apart so nothing is hidden, making your face scrunch from exposure. Your arms twitched above your head, unsure of how much restraint you had left. Quanxi drags one hand down the back of your leg, her fingernails softly scraping your skin, sending waves of tremors down your body. When her fingers reached their destination, starting from the top of your sex, she used two fingers to trace your arousal on your lips before pulling them apart. With languid laps Quanxi slowly pushed you to the brink of your mind, fucking you with her tongue and moaning into your heat. You chanted garbled noises of motivation, your vision going blurry and full of tears when Quanxi’s sharp nose continuously bumps into your swollen clit.
Quanxi pulled her head back to finally take a real breath of air, her face slick with your arousal that she licked clean off her lips. She pulled back the hood over your clit, circling the bud with her thumb and watched your eyes roll back into your head. Choked sobs escape your mouth, moans that only cheered the white haired woman on, who bent back down to busy herself between your legs.
“Do you know how pretty you sound?” Quanxi breathed against your dripping folds. “If only other people knew how you moan for me.” She pushed two fingers into your sex, immediately searching for the spongey spot deep inside you. You let out an exceptionally loud whine, arching your back off of the bed, writhing from Quanxi’s touch.
“Just like that,” Quanxi said starry eyed. “I love that noise, baby. Think you can do it again?”
With her fingers scissoring inside of, your essence dripped down her hand and onto the bed, and you did exactly as she asked. “Oh don’t look at me like that,” she crooned when you blinked away big tears. If she folded you any further it wouldn’t be comfortable but she needed to put her lips on yours. “Don’t I always make you feel good?”
Yes, yes, yes, you thought in your head, but all you could do was nod. Quanxi nodded too, finding your clit with her tongue once again and continued her onslaught on your sex with the intention of giving you an orgasm as sweet as the strawberry. Fireworks explode in your vision as you gush into Quanxi’s mouth. Damn the strawberry in your mouth. You crush it in your mouth and it falls down your body, the juices staining your chest and bedding. Quanxi continued to stroke your inside with her fingers until you were twitching and gasping for mercy.
“You lost, baby.” She slowly drags her fingers out of you and gently thumbs your folds. She grazes your clit and you let out a sharp hiss. With her hand still splayed across your pussy she reached for the fallen strawberry beside you. You then remembered the leafy bit in your mouth, which you held out on your tongue to show her.
“Next time, maybe?” She plucked the fruit off of your tongue and tossed it on the nightstand.
“Fuck off,” you grumbled and she laughed. You watched her eat the strawberry slowly, leaving only a small amount left in her hands. She felt your watchful eyes and raised her brow.
“Still hungry?”
“Forget about the strawberries. I’m naked, you’re not,” you said, reaching up to hook your hand around her neck and melding your lips with hers. It was a seedy kiss, the strawberry still in Quanxi’s mouth that gave her a wonderful taste. You hungrily nipped her lips while removing all the clothing she had. She was still on top of you, so you skillfully hooked your leg around your waist and flipped her over, surprising her when she found herself on her back.
“You never make these games fair,” you whine, your hands pinching her nipples. “Do you even want me to win?”
“Not really, no,” she breathes out. You litter her neck and chest with lovebites and pout again.
“I have to get you back,” you mutter into her skin. “Set the score right.”
You drag your index fingernail down the center of her body, barely grazing her skin but it was enough to bring about goosebumps on her skin. Your finger rises and falls with every breath, swirls down to her navel, zigzags up until her pubic area. You weren’t straddling her waist but rather one of her legs, and her leg slid up and bumped into your ass. You gently sat down on her leg until it laid flat on the bed, and her soft thigh pressed up on your still sensitive clit. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to decide on what to do to your woman.
“Does it really matter? You always come in the end.” Her hand rested on your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock with her. You were more than happy to oblige, to ride her thigh into your next high, but your thumb found her clit to play with. She let out a soft moan that you wanted amplified. You lick your two middle fingers and bury them inside of her, relishing the way her hips arched off the bed.
“That’s it, Quanxi, give it to me,” you purred, putting your thumb back on her clit. Your fingers gained speed, working her g-spot and clit at the same time, making her curse and writhe beneath you. You loved to see her under you, her pale skin blushing like roses whenever she was aroused. Her bottom lip was sucked in and pushed back out when she was nearing that peak. Her hair that was usually tied back in a clean ponytail became loose and her strands sprawled across the pillow.
“Talk to me, baby, how are you feeling,” you ordered. Whenever she was close she would stop talking or making noise all together, denying you of much needed commentary. In response her fingers dug into your waist instead of answering verbally. Her eyes were screwed shut, her neck stretched out as she threw her head father back into the bed.
“Come on, or I’ll stop right now,” you warned, but your fingers told a different story. You applied more pressure on her bud with your thumb and fucked her faster with your fingers. The soft squelch of your fingers moving in her only got louder in your quest to make her talk. Quanxi still held her tongue, but you knew her well enough already. You were no longer concerned with your own orgasm on her thigh, instead bending down to reach for her face with your other hand. Your thumb rested on her chin, pulling down on the skin to make her release her lip from her teeth. It popped free and immediately turned strawberry red with all the blood that rushed back into it. You then gave her a messy kiss, unable to lay your lips fully on hers because she found your swollen clit, leaving you both breathless and sharing moans.
“I’m almost there,” she gasped, her hips grinding into your hand. You licked the side of her mouth, down her jaw, then latched your teeth on her shoulder. Her fingers were constricting your fingers, pulsing wildly and spreading her wetness everywhere.
“You’re really not going to let me know?” You whispered in her ear. Quanxi’s whole body shuddered at your voice. You licked the shell of her ear then stuck your tongue inside, knowing how sensitive her ears were. They were flaming, bright red indicators of how well you were treating her. She still didn’t elaborate like you wanted, so as soon as the tell tale signs of her orgasm appeared, your fingers stilled abruptly. Quanxi’s eyelids flew open, wildly searching your face for a reason.
“You didn’t answer me,” you shrugged, licking your fingers clean. You rubbed the inside of her thigh and patted it twice before sliding off of her leg to settle yourself between her legs. You used your tongue to scoop up her essence, carefully not touching her clit with your nose, bringing more frustration to the white haired lady who tried to wiggle her pussy in your face.
“Let’s try this again, yeah? I ask how you’re feeling, and you answer.”
“Fine,” she gritted through her teeth, but you knew it would be a challenge for her. She never gave more than a few strained moans when she wasn’t the one teasing.
“Does it feel good when I do this?” You eased your fingers back inside her pussy and kissed her clit. You batted your eyelashes up at her and she threw her arm over her eyes.
“Yes.”
Her short, monosyllabic answers wouldn’t work here. You tsked, running your free hand up the curves of her body to pull on her hard nipple. She threw her arm off of her face and looked down at you. The truth is, you didn’t need her to tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Not now when you aren’t trying anything particularly kinky. But the hitched breathing, the shaky words, the groans breaking up her sentences went straight to your pussy and you craved them just as much as she did. You wanted to watch her fall apart with your hands just as much as she did.
“Tell me more,” you begged, rolling her nipple between your fingers gently now.
“I just need a little more, baby,” she whispered. Her hands wound up in your head, pushing you into her sex and you leaned in. She was making a mess on your face but you loved her taste, fucking her with your tongue and circling her bud quickly. “Fuck— just like that,” she murmured.
Her praise spurred you on and you continued to eat her out like she was the only meal you’d ever get. She rode your face harder with every passing minute, cooing your name and stroking your hair back so she can see your face.
“You just wanted me to tell you that you’re a good girl, huh? That’s what you really—ah!— really wanted?”
You nodded your head as much as you could, groaning on her skin when she pulled your hair harder. You lifted your face off of her cunt, your lips pulling a string of her arousal from her hole. You climbed on top of her again, kissing her fiercely then lining up your pussy with hers.
“Wanna hear you say it again,” you pant. You lifted her long leg up to rest on your shoulder and her other leg laid in between yours. You were both so wet you glided on each other. The friction between your buds bumping each other made you both exclaim in whiny cries. You kissed her calf that was near your mouth and rocked your hips faster, controlling the speed between you.
“Fucking hell,” Quanxi groaned, working her hips in tandem with yours. Your come mixing with her made her head swirl, and she watched as your pussy made a mess of her. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She tore her eyes away from your lower half and licked her lips. You were too far away to kiss but she laced her fingers in your free hand and pecked your fingertips. Before you knew it she was sucking on your fingers and you pinched her tongue with your index and forefinger.
“You look so pretty, Quanxi. Gonna come for me?”
With wide eyes she moaned around your fingers. You were close too, nearly coming again when you had your nose in her cunt. Her muffled wails only grew louder and you swivel your hips deeper into hers. The whole bed was getting incredibly wet, and with one last look of Quanxi’s eye rolling back into her head you came with her, gushing and soaking her with your come and vice versa.
You slowed down when your orgasm racked through your body, giving little baby ruts into her pussy until she was begging you to give her a break. You didn’t want to separate just yet because of how connected you felt to her. Every shock and tremor she experienced you felt as well. You kissed her calf and knee one last time before setting it back on the bed and falling on top of her.
You felt her heart beating fast like yours, and you laid on her chest until your breathing slowed back down to normal. You folded your hands on her chest and rested your hand on top, giving a small kiss on the underside of her jaw which made her look down at you. Her face was still flushed and her hair was completely out of its ponytail. She had the most gorgeous fucked out expression and pride pooled in your stomach knowing you caused it.
“We’ll have to wash the sheets again,” she sighed, running her fingers down your spine.
“Hmm.”
“And I think there’s a bit of strawberry in the sheets.”
“Mhmm.”
“It looks like a fucking murder.”
“Hmm.”
“Is that all you’re gonna say?”
You thought about it for a moment. “If the bed is already dirty, can you feed me the rest of the strawberries?”
“You’re unbelievable,” she scoffed, but she reached out for the basket on the nightstand anyways.