The Chosen 3: Matched

Aisha laughed as Quinton raked his fingers through her hair over and over again, smiling down at her as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Water dripped from his chin, plastering his hair to his forehead. It was beating down upon them like a waterfall.

She’d never seen him like this before, so playful and loose. How quickly things could change. The bonding—it was a remarkable thing.

Grabbing his hips, Aisha drew in close until her breasts were pressed up against his chest. He was slippery with soap, warm, and wonderful. He wrapped his arms around her.

“How do you feel?” he whispered in her ear.

“Good. I’m—I’m not sore.” She pressed her lips against his nipple. “I want to do it again.”

Quinton played with her hair. “I want to too.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I already have.”

“I suppose there’s another way we can form the next two stages.”

“How?”

“You can ingest my semen.”

“In-ingest? You mean…”

Quinton nodded.

“Oh.” She lowered her eyes to the floor, feeling the blood rushing into her cheeks. Between his legs, he was still erect—and quite large. She suddenly imagined putting her mouth around it, tasting his ejaculate. It made her feel more uncomfortable and embarrassed than sex itself. Certain body parts weren’t meant to go in mouths.

Aisha touched his chest, then reached up to touch his mouth. Quinton smiled against her fingers. Beads of water clung to his nipples. More water ran through the ripples in his abdomen. His yellow eyes were bright and piercing.

“Okay,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”

He switched off the water, and they dried themselves off together in the blower. Then they reentered the bedroom.

He turned toward her. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely. The hardest part is over, d-don’t you think?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

Grabbing her face, he kissed her. Her feet left the floor as he seized her hips and hauled her over to the bed.

Aisha chuckled as he laid her crosswise on the mattress, her legs hanging over the edge. She laughed and shrieked, clutching at his head as he pressed his face into her breasts, his mouth around her left nipple. “Quin-Qui-Qui—” She snorted with laughter.

He kissed down her abdomen. Reaching her pelvis, he kissed both her hip bones, then pressed his nose into her belly button. She laughed again. She could feel him breathing into it. It was ticklish, and it made her kick out with a cry.

Quinton caught her foot and kissed the inside of her ankle. He pressed his cheek against it with a sigh. Next, he started pecking her along the inner thigh until he reached her lower lips.

Aisha arched her neck as he dragged his tongue softly up her slit. It was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying her body.

“Q-Quinton!”

“What?” There was laughter in his voice.

“It’s s-suppose-supposed to-to be you.”

“Soon,” he said. “You first.”

Aisha clutched at her breasts as he opened her up. She sucked in a breath as he brushed his fingertip over her folds. Then he pressed his lips against her. Then he was plunging in his tongue.

Aisha bolted upright, then fell back down again. Her legs kept jerking, but he held her knees tightly in his strong grip. She could feel the warmth building in her pelvis. Blood pooled in her hips. Her nipples tingled, and the backs of her eyes burned.

Her breath caught as she gritted her teeth, clutching the sheet beneath her as her body reacted beyond her control. A swift sweep of his tongue and Aisha’s hips bucked. She gurgled at the back of her throat as her orgasm pounded through her body, over and over again until the ceiling spun and her breath stuck in her lungs.

She couldn’t breathe. Closing her eyes, Aisha let her body take over. The heat swept over her skin. The blood thrummed through her veins. Her legs were stiff in Quinton’s grasp but they finally relaxed.

“Now, we can consider doing me.” He released her legs.

Aisha opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Then Quinton leaned over her, smiling, his long blond hair hanging around his handsome face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

He laughed; a deep throaty laugh that tightened a muscle in Aisha’s stomach. She’d never really believed in the saying that laughter was contagious, but she felt it now. She slapped a hand to her mouth, choking as he swung her legs into the bed.

Chuckling, Quinton pulled back so that he was straddling her hips. Aisha watched, aghast, as his penis thrust itself about like some kind of weird alien eel.

“Oh my G-God. Oh my G-God!”

“I forgot to tell you.”

“You—you can move it?”

He nodded.

Aisha snorted, then laughed. “Put it in me.” She took a breath, astonished at her words. How did she suddenly come to be like this? “Put it in me!” Something seemed to be yanking at a muscle deep in her vagina. It was like her body was trying to pull itself toward him. She winced. It hurt!

Quinton’s eyes were intense. “I want to. I really want to.”

“I want you to.”

“I can’t.”

Quinton’s eyes were feeling hot in his head. Aisha glared up at him, her hands fisted in the sheets, her teeth gritted. With a grimace, Quinton reached down to grab his balls at a painful throb.

His eyes fell to her breasts. They moved to the triangle of hair sitting between her thighs, his penis resting between her hip bones. A line of precum gleamed against her abdomen.

He really shouldn’t. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t. They’d agreed she’d take him in her mouth.

So damn painful. He grimaced again at another throb in his balls. He had to do something.

She grabbed his wrist, her dark wide eyes beseeching.

“Please.”

“Okay. But you tell me to stop.”

Her eyes gleamed as she nodded. He pulled back and Aisha dragged up her knees, spreading her thighs. She didn’t just spread them; she flopped them wide open.

Kneeling between them, Quinton stared at her womanhood. Despite her wash, she was already slick with juices. It gleamed along her folds.

Pressing his thumbs against her lower lips, he opened them. He heard the air catch in Aisha’s throat. Quinton’s shaft was more than ready, pointing directly at her opening, knowing exactly where to go.

Taking her hips, Quinton pulled her toward him until his tip brushed against her.

“Do it,” she gasped.