Such great heights

Chapter 3

Time felt like standing still and the silence that fell onto them, was the most deafening sound Rachel had ever heard. The blonde sat back on her knees and tugged her boxers back up, covering her flaccid appendage and unable to meet the brunette's gaze, not knowing what to say. Was she really going to say yes? With what outcome? And by saying no, was she ready to see the hurt in the brunette's beautiful eyes?

"Look, Quinn, I am fully aware that my words were the mere outcome of a lapse of judgment, induced by the pleasure you were causing me. Can we pretend I never said that and go back to what we were doing?" Rachel leaned forward and cupped the blonde's face, placing a soft kiss below her tensed jaw. "Please..."

"We need to talk about this, Rach." Quinn whimpered as soft nips were dropped along her jawline, while smaller hands tugged on the hem of her boxers to show her strained and semi-erect cock. The brunette pushed her back against the floor and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above their heads.

"Later, maybe. Let's just keep going." Rachel nibbled on her lower lip as her hips gyrated down against the older woman's, brushing her folds up and down the length of the hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. Quinn set her hands free and bunched the hem of Rachel's dress up to her waist, exposing her lower body before sliding down against the floor settling face-to-face with the girl's core.

"You are dripping." The blonde escort leaned up to drag her tongue between the girl's folds, parting them to expose her labia and letting her taste linger on her wet muscle. Hands gripped the brunette's buttcheeks, lowering her fully onto the blonde's lips that wrapped her bundle of nerves in a tight grip. Hips bucked down and moans filled the room, while Quinn kept on paying close attention to the area around the hard nub; teeth grazed the underside, nipping at it before soothing it with strokes of her tongue.

"Oh fuck." Rachel's forehead dropped against the wooden floor, closing eyes as her hips moved up and down, to meet the eager strokes of Quinn's tongue all over her pussy. She could feel her everywhere. On her clit. Under it. On her small labia. Around the edges of her dripping role. "Keep licking me, don't stop." She moaned out and looked down at the escort, who pushed her hips upwards to slip half of her tongue deep inside of her.

"Mmmhhm" Quinn's tongue thrusted deep inside of the brunette's core, stroking her walls from the inside and dragging her wetness with her. With a quick movement of her hips, she had the brunette on her back with her long legs over her shoulders, exposing her dripping core to her deeper ministrations. Lips moved back to her engorged nub, sucking it inside her mouth and adding two fingers inside, replacing the strokes of her tongue.

"I am so fucking close, Quinn!" Rachel's hands gripped her blonde hair, tugging her back against her aching core as she bucked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy against the blonde's nose and fingers. Her core tightened against the thrusting digits, making her toes curl at the feeling of being touched against her most sensitive spot. With one last movement of her hips, she felt her walls clench and unclench against the woman's fingers, releasing her hot gush while her mouth kept on sucking on her aching clit.

"You taste so good." Quinn mumbled against her labia, sliding her tongue up and down her dripping folds and trying to soothe her throbbing with each stroke. The blonde pulled back and looked up at the panting brunette, licking the wetness off her lips; smirking, she crawled up the brunette's body and pressed their lips together for a hard kiss, before reaching for a condom in the bedside table above them.

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It was early morning when they finally collapsed on the bed, spent and sweaty with all the sex they had for the rest of the night. Rachel laid on her stomach, weakly hugging the hotel pillow and still trying to catch her breath as Quinn dropped on her sides, trailing a lazy finger up and down her spine. Lips brushed against the brunette's tattoo, gently lapping at the sweat pooled there as her arm circled her slender hips, erasing any distance between their naked frames.