Who: Stella and Q What: He hasn't spent any time alone with her in days. When: May 4th, Late evening Where: Stella's place Rating: ~ NSFW Status: ~In Progresss
He'd tidied up a bit on his way to his best friends place, combed back his pompadour and made sure he didn't have anything on his face. His Von Dutch racing jacket, white button down, 501's with the rolled cuffs and motorcycle boots, completed his ensemble and he decided he would do. Q was careful about colognes. His baby was sensitive about scents and besides, she preferred his natural body aroma anyhow, all that red blooded American boy type O+ pumping through his veins.
He'd barely parked his 1952 classic Buick Mercury when there she was, running and jumping into his arms, wrapping herself around him. His sunbeam, all blonde hair, pale skin, red lips and the soul of a killer. She was fucking perfect and all his. He caught her and twirled her round and round, making her giggle, the sound doing wicked things to his libido. Call him a sexist if you like, but he preferred girlie looking girls, even ones that could snap a man's neck like his Stella. She was such a slender little thing, so petite yet rounded in all the right places. Looking around quickly, he gives her a knowing grin and backs her up against the front stoop, having her sit on the top stair and he kneels between her legs at the bottom.
Giving her no time to argue, Q flips up her skirt and presses his face into the apex between her thighs, murmuring "good girl," under his breath since Stella hadn't worn panties just like he'd told her not to. Inhailing deeply, breathing in the best fucking scent in the entire world, Q uses just his thumbs and goes slow, knowing it drives his girl wild. He gently pulled at her labia, exposing the darkish purple folds within, and the soft pink nub of her clit, already starting to swell with need. He slowly slides two fingers deep inside her flexing vulva, stretching her and opening her for his cock later. His thumb pushes her clit forward from its nestled hiding place and he starts lapping at that pink bud, twirling it around with his tongue, lightly scraping just the barest edge of his teeth over the centre, feeeling her shudder in response.