Fic: Apple Pie with Whipped Cream and Ice Cream, Please? (NC-17, R/Q) VII/VII
She placed a kiss close to Quinn’s wet opening before she took a few seconds to admire the beauty that was before her. She brought her left hand up to rest on Quinn’s abdomen, right above the patch of short, dirty blonde curls. She could see in the soft glow how wet and ready Quinn was. Rachel gently pressed down with her left hand causing Quinn to gasp at the pressure in an unexpected location. Rachel watched as her insides clenched, a little of her wetness sliding out of her. Rachel couldn’t stop the index finger on her right hand from coming up and pressing against the base of Quinn’s opening, coating itself in her juices. Quinn’s walls contracted again in anticipation.
“Please,” She heard a soft begging from to head of the bed. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted the moisture. It was slightly salty and thicker than water. Bringing her mouth closer to Quinn’s centre, she let her tongue gently probe the opening, surprised by the warmth that radiated from Quinn’s body. She brought her tongue back to her mouth and swallowed before returning her tongue back to Quinn’s passage. She slid her tongue inside, just past her opening and she felt the hot, soft inside of Quinn. She pulled back again to swallow the little she had tasted.
Above her, Quinn was breathing heavily and her heart was thumping in her chest. Over any kind of awkwardness about Rachel between her legs, she just needed release. Her fists were ready to rip the sheets beneath her and she didn’t know how much more of this torture she could stand. She felt Rachel’s probing tongue and wished could see what Rachel was doing to her, but before she could even think about sitting up, she felt Rachel’s finger enter her slowly. It didn’t feel like enough though. She needed more.
Rachel watched as her finger disappeared up inside Quinn. She slid it back out, and remembering their hot tub encounter, she slid her index and middle fingers together, up and inside Quinn’s passage. Quinn’s muscles contracted around her fingers in what almost seemed like greeting. Rachel gently rotated her fingers, feeling as much of Quinn as she could. As she slid her fingers back out, she watched as they exited covered in Quinn.
As she began to slide them back up inside her, she heard a gasp of “yes”. Sliding back inside, she began a slow pace. She brought her left hand down and carefully using her thumb and index finger she spread Quinn’s outer lips revealing her hooded treasure. Quinn’s body jerked when she felt more of herself being exposed.
Rachel continued her slow internal massage with her fingers as she moved her mouth up to the pink, throbbing, nerve centre. She gently traced a circle around the nerve bundle with her tongue causing the girl beneath her to rock her hips and groan. Rachel closed her lips around the nub and sucked gently.
Quinn’s hips began to rack against Rachel’s fingers, her voice became low and throaty as she tried to form any kind of word of encouragement. Her breathing was coming in mixed spurts of short and long breaths. Her fingers clawed at the bed sheets and she felt a tingling sensation starting where Rachel’s lips had attached themselves.
She managed to breath out one word, hoping it would reach Rachel’s ears, “almost”. Suddenly, Rachel’s lips were gone but her fingers were still slipping and sliding. She felt a thumb press against her clit, begin a slow burning rub. Circles. She could feel Rachel rubbing against her in circles and the tingles were multiplying and spreading throughout her centre. Just a little more. She just needed a little more.
Rachel began to slide her fingers in and out at a faster pace, her thumb continuing to rub in circles pushing Quinn closer and closer to the edge. She felt Quinn contract around her fingers. She was almost there. She picked up the pace a little more with both her fingers and thumb .
She heard Quinn let out a squeak and suddenly her muscular walls were contracting around her fingers, squeezing them tight almost pushing them out and then dragging them back in. Rachel continued to massage Quinn’s clit, carefully slowing down to allow Quinn to completely ride out the orgasm.
Quinn felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her chest was heaving and trying to drag in as much air as possible while her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Her limbs felt like jelly and she had sweat beads forming on her forehead. The only difference between a marathon and this, was the intense pleasure her body was feeling. She felt her hips rock against Rachel’s hand one last time before Rachel carefully extracted her fingers. She felt Rachel kiss her inner thigh before gracefully sliding up her body to lay by her side.
Rachel lay next to Quinn, their legs tangled. She wiped her fingers on her shorts before she rolled onto her side bringing her closer to Quinn. She placed her right hand on Quinn’s ribcage below her breast. She leaned forward and kissed Quinn on the forehead, “You’re so beautiful.”
Quinn just gave her a small, satisfied smile before dragging her right hand up to land on Rachel’s hip. She let the back of her fingers stroke Rachel’s side up to her breast and then back down to the waistband of her shorts. They just lay there for a few minutes, Quinn gathering herself together.
When she felt like she’d gained enough strength she just ordered Rachel to get rid of her shorts. “It’s ok you know? You don’t have to.” Rachel replied with a genuine smile.
Quinn just gave her a look before replying, “You may have just blown my mind but there is no way either of us is going to sleep until I feel you come around me at least once.” Rachel’s eyes flashed with arousal, “Now take them off.”
Rachel didn’t even think about it, she wiggled off her last remaining piece of clothes and settled back on the bed. Quinn sat up and untangled their legs. She scooted down the bed until she could reach Rachel’s hip with her mouth. “Every time you kiss my belly, I’m going to lick your tattoo. Deal?” Quinn said. Before waiting for an answer she bent her head down and licked the small gold star. She closed her lips around the slightly raised skin and sucked. She couldn’t understand this fascination she had with the gold star on Rachel’s hip, she just knew she needed to taste it. Again.
Rachel gasped as she felt Quinn suck on her hip. When she’d gotten the tattoo, she’d never thought it would elicit this type of reaction on anyone. Her Dad’s had been there with her when she’d gotten it. They’d researched all the tattoo parlours they could find just to make sure they found the best. It may have only been a small gold star, but her Dad’s were adamant that if she was hell-bent on marring her skin with their reluctant permission, then they’d be there along side with her. What Rachel hadn’t expected was for both her fathers to see the tattoo and decide to get gold stars too. Her Dad got his on his left wrist to be hidden by his watch and her Daddy got his on his chest, above his heart.
Now here was Quinn Fabray completely enthralled with the geometric shape, and sucking it like she wanted to remove it from her skin entirely. “It’s not edible wallpaper,” Rachel joked and Quinn retaliates with a bite that she quickly soothes over with her tongue. Quinn finally finishes with Rachel’s hip and crawls back up the bed and holds herself up above Rachel, “Sit up.”
Rachel pulls herself up straight, her legs out in front of her on the bed, the top sheet and comforter pushed to the end of the bed. Rachel feels a little anxious because she’s not sure what Quinn wants to do with her. Rachel seems like she knows what she’s doing but Quinn is the first and only girl that Rachel has ever slept with and everything Rachel’s done with Quinn, she’s researched thoroughly, just to be prepared. Quinn is sitting to the side of her on her knees.
Quinn blushes before she speaks, “While you were, while you were down there, all I wanted to do was watch you.” She takes a breath and as she reaches for Rachel’s legs, bringing them up so they’re bent at the knee, she continues, “I want you to watch me.” She spreads Rachel’s legs making sure that her feet are firmly planted in the mattress.
Rachel’s breath quickens as she realises what Quinn is going to do. Experiencing Quinn earlier had already turned her on, but sitting there with her legs bent and spread, exposing herself to Quinn, her hands holding her up, no way to contribute to the experience but able to watch, it has her more turned on then she ever thought possible. Rachel’s insides clench in anticipation of Quinn’s touch.
Quinn moves to kneel between Rachel’s legs, pushing them apart a little wider. Her left hand trails down the inside of Rachel’s leg and Rachel can’t help but watch. Quinn pushes Rachel’s legs apart even further causing Rachel to scoot a little closer. Quinn leans forward and places a gentle kiss against Rachel’s lips. “Watch.” She whispers as her right hand slides down the inside of her left thigh, right down to her centre.
Quinn doesn’t really know what she’s doing but she uses this to her advantage. The only way she’s going to learn is to explore a little. With her index finger, she runs it softly down and around the outside of Rachel’s passage. She’s so close to Rachel that she can hear every time her breath hitches and it’s these signs she wants, to help guide her through this.
Her finger circles up and over a little hooded area. She presses a little harder just above the hood and Rachel throws her head back and gasps. Quinn removes her finger and traces back around the other side until she’s back at Rachel’s opening again. She can tell just by looking at her that Rachel is wet down there. Tentatively, she lets a few of her fingers run through the fluid gathering there. It’s warm and sticky and when she brings a finger to her mouth, it taste a little salty.
Rachel lets a moan slip between her teeth when she sees Quinn taste her fingers. She never thought this could be so arousing. She watches as Quinn moves her hand back to her opening and Rachel can’t help but clench her inner muscles together causing some fluid to release. Quinn fleetingly thinks that that is a nifty trick.
Quinn lets her finger slide around the wet opening, circling the muscles right at the entrance. Rachel starts breathing hard, her eyes watching intensely until Quinn slips the finger up inside her. The sensation mixed with the visual is amazing and Rachel wonders how long she’ll even last. She swallows hard and tries to breathe through her nose but her chest still heaves with each breath. She can feel Quinn inside her and can see it, but it’s not nearly enough and she’s been ready for a long time, “More,” She whispers, her eyes trained on Quinn’s hand.
Quinn’s left hand pushes a little against Rachel’s right leg, spreading her wider and Rachel wonders how wide Quinn wants to stretch her open. She watches as Quinn drags her finger out of her and returns to her opening with two fingers. Rachel’s not sure whether two fingers are going to give her the same amazing stretch that three of her own gives her, but when she feels Quinn enter her this time, it still feels pretty amazing. She can feel Quinn pushing her fingers right up inside her to her knuckles. She feels the loss when Quinn’s hand retreats but watches as her fingers dive back inside her a little quicker this time and Rachel feels one of her fingers hit her cervix. She cries out softly and Quinn suddenly stops.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Rachel pants waiting and watching for Quinn to enter her again. When she sees Quinn’s fingers only entering her slowly and not as far inside she looks up at Quinn. Quinn meets her gaze and Rachel tells her again what she needs, “Harder”.
“But I hurt you - ” Quinn tries to say but Rachel shakes her head, “No, it was - it felt really good. Please don’t stop.” Rachel pleads.
The only thing Quinn can do is trust her and so she tries again, this time pushing in as far as she can. And when she pulls her fingers out she slides them back in faster and a little harder and her fingers bump into something strong but soft and Rachel groans loudly. She tries again but she doesn’t reach every time, but from the sounds Rachel is making, she doesn’t think it matters too much. Quinn watches Rachel’s face as Rachel watches her fingers sliding in and out and she knows Rachel is enjoying this, but there’s something holding her back and Quinn wonders when she started reading Rachel so well.
“What do you need,” Quinn whispers to Rachel who lets out another groan as I hit that same spot again. Quinn’s worried Rachel’s Dad’s are going to come busting down the door soon with how loud Rachel is being. Rachel doesn’t seem to be concerned though because she looks up at Quinn and Quinn can’t tell if Rachel is just flushed or she’s blushing, but Rachel tells her to try three fingers.
Quinn can feel that her fingers make a snug fit, but she listens to Rachel, because it’s her body and she knows it best. She’s not sure how to do this with three fingers. But before she can ask, Rachel’s hand is there squeezing her three fingers together so the tips of her index and fourth finger are touching and the middle finger is resting on top. Quinn turns her hand so her palm is facing up and lets the tips of her finger rest at Rachel’s opening. She looks up one more time just to check Rachel is ready.
Rachel lets her legs drop to either side; her knees still bent and in the air, but the position seems to open her up even more and Quinn can’t help but be fascinated with all she’s learning. Rachel gives her a slight nod and holds her breath as she watches Quinn gently slide her three fingers up inside her. It’s a lot tighter and Rachel bites her lip to hold back the groan sitting at the base of her throat. Quinn doesn’t move her fingers because she’s watching Rachel who is breathing between her clenched teeth, her bottom lip bright red from the pressure of her teeth. Quinn can feel how tight Rachel is around her fingers but doesn’t move until she gets some sign from Rachel. Her left hand strokes Rachel’s thigh in a soothing motion.
Rachel’s muscles clench tightly around Quinn and she knows it’s time to start moving her hand again. Quinn slowly slides her fingers out before sliding them in again. Rachel lets out a breath of air and watches transfixed as she watches Quinn’s fingers disappear up inside her and she can feel them buried deep inside her, and she doesn’t want this feeling to stop. Rachel involuntarily rocks her hips and Quinn moves her fingers just a tiny bit faster.
Quinn’s trying to keep Rachel comfortable and doesn’t want to hurt her, so she takes a slow and steady pace allowing the both of them to adjust. Quinn doesn’t want to move her left hand from Rachel’s thigh to explore that little hooded pleasure point until she’s got a stable and predictable rhythm with her fingers. She feels Rachel relax a little because the muscles around her fingers aren’t as tight anymore and so she picks up the pace a little and tries to reach for that spot that seemed to unhinge Rachel.
When she hits it again Rachel lets out a loud groan and now Quinn’s really worried her parents will come running through the door. She doesn’t want to stop though because watching Rachel so open and trusting and responsive is so arousing to her and she doesn’t want to miss the climax.
She finally has a good rhythm worked out and Rachel’s hips are rocking slightly against her hand and so she makes sure Rachel’s watching when she brings the thumb of her left hand up to the little nub above her opening and grazes over it. Rachel lets out a staccato-type squeak and her muscles contract around her fingers. So she does it again and Rachel begs her to keep her thumb there. There’s a whispered, ‘please’, but Quinn is already following her lover’s wishes.
She starts to rub it side to side watching the little bundle of nerves engorge. She continues to rub and she can feel Rachel rocking a little harder and breathing a little heavier. Her fists are clenching the sheet beneath them and Rachel just can’t seem to look away from Quinn’s hands on her body.
Quinn starts rubbing in circles and that’s when she knows Rachel is near because she’s mewling in the back of her throat and her inner muscles have contracted around her fingers a few times. She picks the pace up with her fingers and pushes harder and deeper until she’s hitting that spot every time while her thumb continues to rub in circles.
When Quinn starts to hear Rachel’s scream build and her muscles clenching over and over again tighter than before, she has to slap her left hand over Rachel’s mouth pushing her back on the bed and hovering above her, while her hand pumps a little shallower as the thumb on that hand has to take over rubbing duties. Rachel arches against her and Quinn sees the strain of the orgasm in Rachel’s neck as she tilts her head back against the mattress.
She slows down her thrusting fingers when she starts to see Rachel relaxing into the bed. She takes her hand from Rachel’s mouth and moves herself so she’s half lying on Rachel, her fingers still buried inside her, but inactive. Rachel’s chest rises and falls with every hurried breath she takes.
“Fuck me,” Rachel whispers in a throaty worn out voice.
Quinn gently lets her hand slide out of Rachel to lean up and whisper with a smirk in Rachel’s ear, “I thought I just did.” Rachel just turns her head towards her and pulls her mouth down to hers. She kisses her deeply and passionately putting all she’s feeling into that one kiss. When they break apart, Quinn moves her wet sticky hand and wipes it on the inside of her own thigh. They’re lying across the bed and Quinn is still laying half on top of Rachel, her right leg between Rachel’s legs, their heads facing each other.
Quinn blushes. “I’m sorry for covering your mouth.” She whispers in a shy voice. It’s Rachel that blushes from her neck right up to her cheeks. “That was, that was really hot actually.” And she feels like it’s something she shouldn’t admit but the giggle Quinn lets out makes her feel ok to be a little bit of a freak in the bedroom.
Quinn sobers up though, “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” She asks in a concerned tone. Rachel nods her head, “I might be a little bit sore tomorrow, but you definitely didn’t hurt me.” She brings her thumb up to rub across Quinn’s lips.
“But you’ll be sore tomorrow,” Quinn replies worried. “What did I hit anyway?” She asks and Rachel blushes again.
“You hit my cervix.” She reveals looking anywhere but at Quinn. The hand over the mouth thing was kinky and she can live with that, but it’s embarrassing to find out, that you find it quite pleasurable to have your cervix pushed against during sex. Something about a pain and pleasure thing.
Quinn knows that can’t be a good thing. She vividly remembers how painful Puck was while inside her and wonders if that was because he hit her cervix too. “Isn’t that really painful?” She asks in a serious tone as if Rachel isn’t telling her the honest truth.
Rachel shrugs her shoulders and reveals that to her it feels good. Quinn just eyes her for a few seconds to determine whether Rachel is lying.
The lay in the quiet of the night for a few minutes, just staring at each other. “Watching you like that, it was, it was really amazing.” Quinn reveals with a small grin.
Rachel just grins back, “However you came up with that idea, we’re going to do it again,” She glances over Quinn’s shoulder to where her full length mirror is, “with mirrors.”
Quinn shivers at the implications and wishes they could just be like this forever.
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The next morning Rachel is careful walking or sitting and Quinn giggles because she knows now that there was some pain but for Rachel it was more pleasurable than painful. They share a shower and a few kisses but they don’t let it get further because Quinn’s pregnant and a fall in the shower isn’t a good thing, no matter how protected the baby might be.
It’s when they made it down to brunch that the change became obvious between them. Rachel couldn’t stop touching Quinn in some way and Quinn didn’t want to let go of Rachel’s hand. Rachel’s Dads looked up at the pair, watching them for a few seconds. Jacob leaned over and whispered to Michael, “Add ear plugs to the shopping list.” And Michael just nodded his head in agreement before they both returned to their morning papers.
End.
“Please,” She heard a soft begging from to head of the bed. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted the moisture. It was slightly salty and thicker than water. Bringing her mouth closer to Quinn’s centre, she let her tongue gently probe the opening, surprised by the warmth that radiated from Quinn’s body. She brought her tongue back to her mouth and swallowed before returning her tongue back to Quinn’s passage. She slid her tongue inside, just past her opening and she felt the hot, soft inside of Quinn. She pulled back again to swallow the little she had tasted.
Above her, Quinn was breathing heavily and her heart was thumping in her chest. Over any kind of awkwardness about Rachel between her legs, she just needed release. Her fists were ready to rip the sheets beneath her and she didn’t know how much more of this torture she could stand. She felt Rachel’s probing tongue and wished could see what Rachel was doing to her, but before she could even think about sitting up, she felt Rachel’s finger enter her slowly. It didn’t feel like enough though. She needed more.
Rachel watched as her finger disappeared up inside Quinn. She slid it back out, and remembering their hot tub encounter, she slid her index and middle fingers together, up and inside Quinn’s passage. Quinn’s muscles contracted around her fingers in what almost seemed like greeting. Rachel gently rotated her fingers, feeling as much of Quinn as she could. As she slid her fingers back out, she watched as they exited covered in Quinn.
As she began to slide them back up inside her, she heard a gasp of “yes”. Sliding back inside, she began a slow pace. She brought her left hand down and carefully using her thumb and index finger she spread Quinn’s outer lips revealing her hooded treasure. Quinn’s body jerked when she felt more of herself being exposed.
Rachel continued her slow internal massage with her fingers as she moved her mouth up to the pink, throbbing, nerve centre. She gently traced a circle around the nerve bundle with her tongue causing the girl beneath her to rock her hips and groan. Rachel closed her lips around the nub and sucked gently.
Quinn’s hips began to rack against Rachel’s fingers, her voice became low and throaty as she tried to form any kind of word of encouragement. Her breathing was coming in mixed spurts of short and long breaths. Her fingers clawed at the bed sheets and she felt a tingling sensation starting where Rachel’s lips had attached themselves.
She managed to breath out one word, hoping it would reach Rachel’s ears, “almost”. Suddenly, Rachel’s lips were gone but her fingers were still slipping and sliding. She felt a thumb press against her clit, begin a slow burning rub. Circles. She could feel Rachel rubbing against her in circles and the tingles were multiplying and spreading throughout her centre. Just a little more. She just needed a little more.
Rachel began to slide her fingers in and out at a faster pace, her thumb continuing to rub in circles pushing Quinn closer and closer to the edge. She felt Quinn contract around her fingers. She was almost there. She picked up the pace a little more with both her fingers and thumb .
She heard Quinn let out a squeak and suddenly her muscular walls were contracting around her fingers, squeezing them tight almost pushing them out and then dragging them back in. Rachel continued to massage Quinn’s clit, carefully slowing down to allow Quinn to completely ride out the orgasm.
Quinn felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her chest was heaving and trying to drag in as much air as possible while her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Her limbs felt like jelly and she had sweat beads forming on her forehead. The only difference between a marathon and this, was the intense pleasure her body was feeling. She felt her hips rock against Rachel’s hand one last time before Rachel carefully extracted her fingers. She felt Rachel kiss her inner thigh before gracefully sliding up her body to lay by her side.
Rachel lay next to Quinn, their legs tangled. She wiped her fingers on her shorts before she rolled onto her side bringing her closer to Quinn. She placed her right hand on Quinn’s ribcage below her breast. She leaned forward and kissed Quinn on the forehead, “You’re so beautiful.”
Quinn just gave her a small, satisfied smile before dragging her right hand up to land on Rachel’s hip. She let the back of her fingers stroke Rachel’s side up to her breast and then back down to the waistband of her shorts. They just lay there for a few minutes, Quinn gathering herself together.
When she felt like she’d gained enough strength she just ordered Rachel to get rid of her shorts. “It’s ok you know? You don’t have to.” Rachel replied with a genuine smile.
Quinn just gave her a look before replying, “You may have just blown my mind but there is no way either of us is going to sleep until I feel you come around me at least once.” Rachel’s eyes flashed with arousal, “Now take them off.”
Rachel didn’t even think about it, she wiggled off her last remaining piece of clothes and settled back on the bed. Quinn sat up and untangled their legs. She scooted down the bed until she could reach Rachel’s hip with her mouth. “Every time you kiss my belly, I’m going to lick your tattoo. Deal?” Quinn said. Before waiting for an answer she bent her head down and licked the small gold star. She closed her lips around the slightly raised skin and sucked. She couldn’t understand this fascination she had with the gold star on Rachel’s hip, she just knew she needed to taste it. Again.
Rachel gasped as she felt Quinn suck on her hip. When she’d gotten the tattoo, she’d never thought it would elicit this type of reaction on anyone. Her Dad’s had been there with her when she’d gotten it. They’d researched all the tattoo parlours they could find just to make sure they found the best. It may have only been a small gold star, but her Dad’s were adamant that if she was hell-bent on marring her skin with their reluctant permission, then they’d be there along side with her. What Rachel hadn’t expected was for both her fathers to see the tattoo and decide to get gold stars too. Her Dad got his on his left wrist to be hidden by his watch and her Daddy got his on his chest, above his heart.
Now here was Quinn Fabray completely enthralled with the geometric shape, and sucking it like she wanted to remove it from her skin entirely. “It’s not edible wallpaper,” Rachel joked and Quinn retaliates with a bite that she quickly soothes over with her tongue. Quinn finally finishes with Rachel’s hip and crawls back up the bed and holds herself up above Rachel, “Sit up.”
Rachel pulls herself up straight, her legs out in front of her on the bed, the top sheet and comforter pushed to the end of the bed. Rachel feels a little anxious because she’s not sure what Quinn wants to do with her. Rachel seems like she knows what she’s doing but Quinn is the first and only girl that Rachel has ever slept with and everything Rachel’s done with Quinn, she’s researched thoroughly, just to be prepared. Quinn is sitting to the side of her on her knees.
Quinn blushes before she speaks, “While you were, while you were down there, all I wanted to do was watch you.” She takes a breath and as she reaches for Rachel’s legs, bringing them up so they’re bent at the knee, she continues, “I want you to watch me.” She spreads Rachel’s legs making sure that her feet are firmly planted in the mattress.
Rachel’s breath quickens as she realises what Quinn is going to do. Experiencing Quinn earlier had already turned her on, but sitting there with her legs bent and spread, exposing herself to Quinn, her hands holding her up, no way to contribute to the experience but able to watch, it has her more turned on then she ever thought possible. Rachel’s insides clench in anticipation of Quinn’s touch.
Quinn moves to kneel between Rachel’s legs, pushing them apart a little wider. Her left hand trails down the inside of Rachel’s leg and Rachel can’t help but watch. Quinn pushes Rachel’s legs apart even further causing Rachel to scoot a little closer. Quinn leans forward and places a gentle kiss against Rachel’s lips. “Watch.” She whispers as her right hand slides down the inside of her left thigh, right down to her centre.
Quinn doesn’t really know what she’s doing but she uses this to her advantage. The only way she’s going to learn is to explore a little. With her index finger, she runs it softly down and around the outside of Rachel’s passage. She’s so close to Rachel that she can hear every time her breath hitches and it’s these signs she wants, to help guide her through this.
Her finger circles up and over a little hooded area. She presses a little harder just above the hood and Rachel throws her head back and gasps. Quinn removes her finger and traces back around the other side until she’s back at Rachel’s opening again. She can tell just by looking at her that Rachel is wet down there. Tentatively, she lets a few of her fingers run through the fluid gathering there. It’s warm and sticky and when she brings a finger to her mouth, it taste a little salty.
Rachel lets a moan slip between her teeth when she sees Quinn taste her fingers. She never thought this could be so arousing. She watches as Quinn moves her hand back to her opening and Rachel can’t help but clench her inner muscles together causing some fluid to release. Quinn fleetingly thinks that that is a nifty trick.
Quinn lets her finger slide around the wet opening, circling the muscles right at the entrance. Rachel starts breathing hard, her eyes watching intensely until Quinn slips the finger up inside her. The sensation mixed with the visual is amazing and Rachel wonders how long she’ll even last. She swallows hard and tries to breathe through her nose but her chest still heaves with each breath. She can feel Quinn inside her and can see it, but it’s not nearly enough and she’s been ready for a long time, “More,” She whispers, her eyes trained on Quinn’s hand.
Quinn’s left hand pushes a little against Rachel’s right leg, spreading her wider and Rachel wonders how wide Quinn wants to stretch her open. She watches as Quinn drags her finger out of her and returns to her opening with two fingers. Rachel’s not sure whether two fingers are going to give her the same amazing stretch that three of her own gives her, but when she feels Quinn enter her this time, it still feels pretty amazing. She can feel Quinn pushing her fingers right up inside her to her knuckles. She feels the loss when Quinn’s hand retreats but watches as her fingers dive back inside her a little quicker this time and Rachel feels one of her fingers hit her cervix. She cries out softly and Quinn suddenly stops.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Rachel pants waiting and watching for Quinn to enter her again. When she sees Quinn’s fingers only entering her slowly and not as far inside she looks up at Quinn. Quinn meets her gaze and Rachel tells her again what she needs, “Harder”.
“But I hurt you - ” Quinn tries to say but Rachel shakes her head, “No, it was - it felt really good. Please don’t stop.” Rachel pleads.
The only thing Quinn can do is trust her and so she tries again, this time pushing in as far as she can. And when she pulls her fingers out she slides them back in faster and a little harder and her fingers bump into something strong but soft and Rachel groans loudly. She tries again but she doesn’t reach every time, but from the sounds Rachel is making, she doesn’t think it matters too much. Quinn watches Rachel’s face as Rachel watches her fingers sliding in and out and she knows Rachel is enjoying this, but there’s something holding her back and Quinn wonders when she started reading Rachel so well.
“What do you need,” Quinn whispers to Rachel who lets out another groan as I hit that same spot again. Quinn’s worried Rachel’s Dad’s are going to come busting down the door soon with how loud Rachel is being. Rachel doesn’t seem to be concerned though because she looks up at Quinn and Quinn can’t tell if Rachel is just flushed or she’s blushing, but Rachel tells her to try three fingers.
Quinn can feel that her fingers make a snug fit, but she listens to Rachel, because it’s her body and she knows it best. She’s not sure how to do this with three fingers. But before she can ask, Rachel’s hand is there squeezing her three fingers together so the tips of her index and fourth finger are touching and the middle finger is resting on top. Quinn turns her hand so her palm is facing up and lets the tips of her finger rest at Rachel’s opening. She looks up one more time just to check Rachel is ready.
Rachel lets her legs drop to either side; her knees still bent and in the air, but the position seems to open her up even more and Quinn can’t help but be fascinated with all she’s learning. Rachel gives her a slight nod and holds her breath as she watches Quinn gently slide her three fingers up inside her. It’s a lot tighter and Rachel bites her lip to hold back the groan sitting at the base of her throat. Quinn doesn’t move her fingers because she’s watching Rachel who is breathing between her clenched teeth, her bottom lip bright red from the pressure of her teeth. Quinn can feel how tight Rachel is around her fingers but doesn’t move until she gets some sign from Rachel. Her left hand strokes Rachel’s thigh in a soothing motion.
Rachel’s muscles clench tightly around Quinn and she knows it’s time to start moving her hand again. Quinn slowly slides her fingers out before sliding them in again. Rachel lets out a breath of air and watches transfixed as she watches Quinn’s fingers disappear up inside her and she can feel them buried deep inside her, and she doesn’t want this feeling to stop. Rachel involuntarily rocks her hips and Quinn moves her fingers just a tiny bit faster.
Quinn’s trying to keep Rachel comfortable and doesn’t want to hurt her, so she takes a slow and steady pace allowing the both of them to adjust. Quinn doesn’t want to move her left hand from Rachel’s thigh to explore that little hooded pleasure point until she’s got a stable and predictable rhythm with her fingers. She feels Rachel relax a little because the muscles around her fingers aren’t as tight anymore and so she picks up the pace a little and tries to reach for that spot that seemed to unhinge Rachel.
When she hits it again Rachel lets out a loud groan and now Quinn’s really worried her parents will come running through the door. She doesn’t want to stop though because watching Rachel so open and trusting and responsive is so arousing to her and she doesn’t want to miss the climax.
She finally has a good rhythm worked out and Rachel’s hips are rocking slightly against her hand and so she makes sure Rachel’s watching when she brings the thumb of her left hand up to the little nub above her opening and grazes over it. Rachel lets out a staccato-type squeak and her muscles contract around her fingers. So she does it again and Rachel begs her to keep her thumb there. There’s a whispered, ‘please’, but Quinn is already following her lover’s wishes.
She starts to rub it side to side watching the little bundle of nerves engorge. She continues to rub and she can feel Rachel rocking a little harder and breathing a little heavier. Her fists are clenching the sheet beneath them and Rachel just can’t seem to look away from Quinn’s hands on her body.
Quinn starts rubbing in circles and that’s when she knows Rachel is near because she’s mewling in the back of her throat and her inner muscles have contracted around her fingers a few times. She picks the pace up with her fingers and pushes harder and deeper until she’s hitting that spot every time while her thumb continues to rub in circles.
When Quinn starts to hear Rachel’s scream build and her muscles clenching over and over again tighter than before, she has to slap her left hand over Rachel’s mouth pushing her back on the bed and hovering above her, while her hand pumps a little shallower as the thumb on that hand has to take over rubbing duties. Rachel arches against her and Quinn sees the strain of the orgasm in Rachel’s neck as she tilts her head back against the mattress.
She slows down her thrusting fingers when she starts to see Rachel relaxing into the bed. She takes her hand from Rachel’s mouth and moves herself so she’s half lying on Rachel, her fingers still buried inside her, but inactive. Rachel’s chest rises and falls with every hurried breath she takes.
“Fuck me,” Rachel whispers in a throaty worn out voice.
Quinn gently lets her hand slide out of Rachel to lean up and whisper with a smirk in Rachel’s ear, “I thought I just did.” Rachel just turns her head towards her and pulls her mouth down to hers. She kisses her deeply and passionately putting all she’s feeling into that one kiss. When they break apart, Quinn moves her wet sticky hand and wipes it on the inside of her own thigh. They’re lying across the bed and Quinn is still laying half on top of Rachel, her right leg between Rachel’s legs, their heads facing each other.
Quinn blushes. “I’m sorry for covering your mouth.” She whispers in a shy voice. It’s Rachel that blushes from her neck right up to her cheeks. “That was, that was really hot actually.” And she feels like it’s something she shouldn’t admit but the giggle Quinn lets out makes her feel ok to be a little bit of a freak in the bedroom.
Quinn sobers up though, “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” She asks in a concerned tone. Rachel nods her head, “I might be a little bit sore tomorrow, but you definitely didn’t hurt me.” She brings her thumb up to rub across Quinn’s lips.
“But you’ll be sore tomorrow,” Quinn replies worried. “What did I hit anyway?” She asks and Rachel blushes again.
“You hit my cervix.” She reveals looking anywhere but at Quinn. The hand over the mouth thing was kinky and she can live with that, but it’s embarrassing to find out, that you find it quite pleasurable to have your cervix pushed against during sex. Something about a pain and pleasure thing.
Quinn knows that can’t be a good thing. She vividly remembers how painful Puck was while inside her and wonders if that was because he hit her cervix too. “Isn’t that really painful?” She asks in a serious tone as if Rachel isn’t telling her the honest truth.
Rachel shrugs her shoulders and reveals that to her it feels good. Quinn just eyes her for a few seconds to determine whether Rachel is lying.
The lay in the quiet of the night for a few minutes, just staring at each other. “Watching you like that, it was, it was really amazing.” Quinn reveals with a small grin.
Rachel just grins back, “However you came up with that idea, we’re going to do it again,” She glances over Quinn’s shoulder to where her full length mirror is, “with mirrors.”
Quinn shivers at the implications and wishes they could just be like this forever.
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The next morning Rachel is careful walking or sitting and Quinn giggles because she knows now that there was some pain but for Rachel it was more pleasurable than painful. They share a shower and a few kisses but they don’t let it get further because Quinn’s pregnant and a fall in the shower isn’t a good thing, no matter how protected the baby might be.
It’s when they made it down to brunch that the change became obvious between them. Rachel couldn’t stop touching Quinn in some way and Quinn didn’t want to let go of Rachel’s hand. Rachel’s Dads looked up at the pair, watching them for a few seconds. Jacob leaned over and whispered to Michael, “Add ear plugs to the shopping list.” And Michael just nodded his head in agreement before they both returned to their morning papers.
End.