Quinn wasn’t sure how much she could take. She loved how he deliciously took control of her body, leaving her constantly quivering, and how each time he began to assuage the throbbing of her core he would tauntingly stop to torture her. Yet another part of her was dying for relief; hips bucked as his mouth worked at her more passionately and though she wanted this to last all night long, there was always the chance that he would play with her again, and again… as many times as they warranted, for tonight she was his toy and solely at his mercy. Quinn knew it was supposed to be about her own pleasure, but by night’s end she was going to be sure her man was satisfied as well— currently she was craving release, and in order to distract her the blonde pulled at her own nipple a bit harshly, a gentle smirk taking over her lips at Artie’s primal growl against her. It was one of the sexiest noises she’d ever heard, and had her glistening heat even slicker just from the sound. Her hand knocked away by Artie caused her to gasp out slightly, both in surprise and because of the loss, and she submissively allowed him to move it back to the bed with a nod. Of course she was loving every bit of this, even if he had caught her off guard; she simply loved when he took control.
“O-Okay,” she stammered in agreement, a whimper escaping her as her core ached once again. “I do understand, and I’m yours for the taking only.” His hand returned to her sex, causing Quinn to shudder once again and arch backward into his touch, she in desperate need of gratification. His words only spurred her arousal further, and she was almost embarrassed at how soaked she was by now, though he really didn’t seem to mind. Moaning deeply as she felt Artie’s finger glide through her folds, that pleasurable vocalized approval soon pitched as he began circling her clit tightly. Slender fingers grasped tightly at the bed now, and Quinn no longer held back as her hips rocked, urging he finally push her over the edge. She wanted this to last but needed to let herself go… the night was still young and she was certain Artie wasn’t tired yet; she knew he had many tricks up his sleeve. Breathing shallowly, the blonde managed a husky “yes,” between ministrations, biting her lip to contain herself and not let go before giving permission - no matter how much her stomach was coiling. “Please let me come baby,” she begged, bending slightly to give him even more of a view of her vulnerable self and hoping it enticed him. “P-Please…”
