The Legendary Programming Mage-Chapter 71: First Time (3) (18+) [Rewritten]

The rain had softened to a gentle patter, like the world outside was finally catching its breath, but inside the cabin, the air hummed with a different kind of storm, one that hadn’t quite blown itself out.

Quincy’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the sweat-slick planes of my abs, each touch sending faint aftershocks through me.

I thought she might drift off like that, sated and soft, but then she shifted, her thigh brushing against my half-hard cock.

She lifted her head, those wide golden eyes locking onto mine with a mischievous spark. "You’re still hard," she murmured, her voice husky from all the moans she’d let loose.

Her hand dipped lower, wrapping around my now-hard length with a boldness that made my pulse kick up again. "We can go for another round, right?"

Before I could respond, she slid down my body, her lips trailing fire over my stomach, nipping at the V of my hips.

I propped myself on my elbows, watching her with a mix of awe and hunger as she settled between my legs, her breath warm against my skin. "Quincy—"

"Shh," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip, tasting the remnants of us. Then she took me into her mouth, slow and deliberate, her lips sealing around the head with a soft, wet pop.

Slurp... slurp...

The sounds filled the room, obscene and intoxicating, her tongue swirling in lazy circles as she bobbed down further, taking more of me with each pass.

Her cheeks hollowed, sucking with a rhythm that was all instinct and eagerness, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach yet.

I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow, fingers threading into her wild hair—not guiding, just holding on as she explored.

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her free hand cupped them gently, rolling and tugging just enough to make my hips buck involuntarily.

"Aren’t you too experienced?" I rasped, glancing down to find her looking up at me through her lashes. She pulled off with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip, and grinned like she’d just unlocked a secret skill.

"Hehe... It’s good, right? Looks like I’m talented in this too." She licked her lips, savoring the taste, before diving back in, faster now, her head bobbing with sloppy enthusiasm.

Slurp... gluck... slurp...

The rain outside couldn’t drown out the symphony she was making, each sound pulling me tighter, my cock swelling fully in her mouth until she had to adjust, gagging softly but not stopping.

She was a natural, all enthusiasm and no shame, her nails digging into my thigh as she hollowed her cheeks harder, urging me toward the edge.

I lasted longer than I expected—blame the earlier release—but when she grazed her teeth ever so lightly along the underside, swirling her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head, I shattered.

"Hey, Quincy—one moment—" She didn’t pull away, swallowing around me with a greedy moan that milked every pulse, her throat working until I was spent, hips jerking as I spilled down her throat.

She took it all, coughing a little as she pulled off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and collapsing beside me with a triumphant laugh. "Told you."

I hauled her up for a bruising kiss, tasting myself on her tongue, and rolled us until she was under me again.

"My turn to return the favor properly," I whispered against her neck, nipping my way down her body.

She squirmed, giggling at first, but it turned to gasps as I hooked her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide.

She was a mess down there—swollen, glistening, our combined release smeared across her thighs—but it only made her more irresistible.

I started slow, kissing the inside of her knee, then higher, until my mouth hovered over her core. "Not so cocky now, are you?" I murmured, before flattening my tongue and dragging it through her folds in one long, slow lick.

She arched off the bed with a cry, her hands fisting the sheets.

Lick... suck...

I lapped at her clit with broad strokes, then circled it with the tip of my tongue until she was writhing.

Her arousal coated my chin, sweet and musky, and I dipped lower, spearing my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my thumb pressed circles over her clit.

"Al—oh," she panted, her thighs trembling around my head. I added two fingers, curling them up to hit that spongy spot, pumping in time with my tongue’s assault on her clit.

She bucked against my face, chasing the pressure, her moans turning frantic. "Don’t stop—please—I’m so close again—"

I didn’t. I sucked her clit between my lips, humming the vibration right into her, and she exploded with a wail, her folds clenching around my fingers in hot, rhythmic spasms.

Liquid heat gushed against my tongue, and I drank her down, not letting up until she was shoving at my shoulders, oversensitive and laughing through the aftershocks. "That was too much—I yield!"

I crawled back up, wiping my face on the sheet before kissing. "Mercy granted. But since you started it, you’d better keep up."

She smiled warmly, pressing her face on my chest. "Don’t worry, I can keep up. So let’s try something crazy."

She straddled my waist but didn’t sink down—instead, she twisted, facing away from me, her ass presented like a challenge as she braced her hands on my thighs.

"Reverse cowgirl, right? Or... wait." With a flexibility that made my cock jump, she leaned forward, folding almost in half, her feet hooking over my shoulders in a pretzel of limbs that left her entrance hovering just above me. "Like this?"

"Holy shit," I breathed, gripping her hips to steady her.

How did she even do that?

It was wild—her back arched impossibly, breasts dangling toward the mattress as she lowered herself onto me, the angle so deep it almost stole my breath.

She was tighter like this, every inch of me dragged against her walls as she sank down, then rose up in a slow grind. I thrust up experimentally, and she yelped, the sound turning to a moan as it hit something new inside her.

"Yes~ ah~ just like that!" She bounced, her body a blur of motion, using her core strength to lift and drop with precision.

The slap of her ass against my thighs echoed louder than the rain, and I reached around to rub her clit, the other hand spanking her lightly—just enough to make her clench around me. "Al—fuck, it’s so deep—I can feel you everywhere!"

We didn’t last long in that position; it was too intense, too exposed.

She came first, a shuddering mess that had her collapsing forward, but I caught her, flipping us sideways in a fluid tangle.

Spooning now, but not gentle—I hooked her top leg over mine, spreading her wide, and drove into her from behind, one arm banded across her chest to pinch her nipples, the other hand working her clit.

She twisted her head to kiss me over her shoulder, sloppy and desperate, her free hand reaching back to claw at my hip.

"Harder—don’t hold back," she gasped, and I pounded into her with short, brutal thrusts that made the bedframe shudder in protest.

Sweat slicked our skin, her walls fluttering wildly as another orgasm built, and when she shattered, it pulled me under too—but I held off, pulling out with a curse and rolling her onto her stomach.

"Face down," I commanded, voice rough as gravel.

She complied instantly, ass up, face buried in the pillow with a muffled "Yes, sir."

I straddled her thighs, sliding back in with one deep thrust that had her screaming into the fabric.

Prone bone like this was primal, my weight pinning her, every plunge grinding her clit against the sheets.

She pushed back against me, meeting my rhythm, her body a quivering live wire. "Al—I’m—again—!"

Her climax hit like a tidal wave, soaking us both, and this time, I followed, slamming deep and spilling inside her with a roar that drowned out the storm.

Pulse after pulse, until we were both wrecked, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and heaving breaths.

The rain had stopped entirely by then, leaving only the drip-drip from the eaves and our slowing heartbeats.

Quincy turned in my arms, nuzzling into my neck with a sleepy, satisfied sigh. "Best night ever," she mumbled, her fingers interlacing with mine.

I chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. "Wouldn’t dream of it." And as the cabin settled into quiet, I held her close, wondering how the hell we’d top this tomorrow.

The cabin soon settled into silence, and as if just understanding what had just transpired, she quickly moved away from me, her face flushed deep crimson as she cupped her cheeks.

"Allen, we had sex. Am I going to have a baby?"

My eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you don’t know how babies were made?"

Her face turned even redder as she fell beside me, pressing her face completely into my chest. "I don’t know~"

I couldn’t help but smile at her antics, yet at the same time I worried how the hell we would talk tomorrow morning.

Yeah, I was definitely cooked.

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A/N:

So, guys, what did you think of this Chapter? Was it spicy enough? Should I post more Chapters like this?