Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

I sat on the bathroom bench and handed the scissors to her, letting her cut my hair. At first, she buried her fingers in my hair, gently grazing my scalp. I sighed from the feeling of her fingers gently massaging my scalp.

Thereafter, she stood to my side and began snipping the extra length from my hair, cutting it short to its usual length. I sat still while she worked on the hair. Soon, she was done cutting the middle and the back She stepped towards me, standing in between my opened legs. While she cut the hair, my brain focused more on how she was so close to me. My hands were itching to hold her hips and yank her to straddle my legs.

Driven by the impulse to hold on to her, I gently grabbed her hips. She stilled for a minute from my touch but resumed working. Having her so close to me was driving me wild. I wanted more than just to hold her hips. I tilted my head upwards to glance at her face but she gently pushed it back down, tapping my hair and murmuring for me to stay still. Obeying her, I stilled my head but I had other plans. Slowly, I began gliding my hands on her hips down to her bare thighs.

The moment she felt my touch, she stilled, her body shivering slightly from the unexpected touch. Her eyes shot to mine, causing her to stop her work on my hair. My eyes met hers, yet I didn't stop. I continued my journey down the hem of her shirt, my fingers trailing inside to graze her soft smooth skin. Again, she shivered from my touch but made no move to stop me. Slowly, my fingers got to her bare waist, grabbing it.

"My hair" I reminded her.

Letting out a shaky breath, she returned her attention to the hair and continued cutting it. While she continued cutting, my hands continued down to her ass, squeezing softly. She was very conscious of my slow caress but did her best to keep still and focus on the hair she was cutting.

To distract her, I palmed her bare ass. That was enough to make her stop.

"Quinn..." she gasped, clearly taken by surprise. Her eyes met mine and I winked.

It was the first time she'd called me by my name and I loved the sound of it.

"Do you want me to stop?" I cocked a brow In question.

In response, she licked her lips hesitantly, blinking rapidly.

"Y-yes. Stop"

"You do not mean that"

"I-I do" Again, her throat bubbled as she swallowed nervously. The sounds of her racing heartbeat filled my ears and I smirked.

"Yeah..." I smirked harder. "Get back to work". I smacked her ass.

She gasped, glaring daggers at me but I winked, still smirking.

Taking her eyes off me, she returned her attention to my hair. I could tell she was almost done. As soon as she sniped the last strands of hair off, I pulled her down onto my lap. She gasped from the force, wrapping her arms around my neck from the fright of falling.

"Quinn..." she yelled.

"Yeah, "I grinned.

Her eyes that were glaring at me strayed to my hair. Instinctively, she licked her lips, drawing my attention to them. While my eyes were focused on her lips, one of her hands moved from my neck to my hair, as she threaded her fingers through the short strands.

Gradually, my hands that were still on her bare waist traced their way to her stomach, brushing her soft skin. I halted my movements just when I was at the underside of her tits. My thumb traced the curve of her breasts slightly. My hands were itching to grab her soft mounds.

She sat still on my legs, her breathing deepening. Her heartbeat increased while she stared into my eyes, awaiting my next move.

At that moment, there was no doubt she'd let me do whatever I wanted to her. So, I decided to top my game.

I slammed my lips to hers, surprising her. She gasped from the intrusion, further allowing me to explore her mouth. Taking that as an invitation, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, accepting her unintentional offer. My tongue traced every corner, exploring and tasting her before it found hers. I flicked it against hers and she moaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue slightly.

My cock was growing hard in my sweatpants. What started as a dare was quickly turning into something else. I continued kissing her, while my hands that were resting under her tits cupped the supple mounds, kneading softly. When my thumb flicked her hardened nipples, she let out a soft whimper, shivering slightly from my touch.

My actions were no longer controlled by me, neither were my senses. They were ruled by the heady scent of her arousal that was potent in the bathroom, filling my nostrils. Her bare wet warm pussy rested on the tip of my cock. The only barrier between us being my sweat pants. At that moment, I wished they weren't there.

Rising to my feet, I hoisted her on my hips, striding to the bedroom but my lips never left hers. I lowered her to the bed, hovering above her with my arms on either side of her head, caging her. We'd broken the kiss, now staring into each other's eyes.

It was then it struck me that I didn't know her name.

"You never told me your name" I growled lowly.

"Rhea".

"Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, raising her head to seal her lips with mine.

I smiled internally, kissing her back.

Aim almost achieved.

I moved my lips from hers, skimming them across her shoulder blades, to her neck in an attempt to find her soft spot. I sucked on her skin softly, my teeth grazing her skin. When they landed on her soft spot, she whimpered, wrapping her arms around my torso.

I kissed my way from her neck to her chest, down the valley of her breast, through the shirt, heading for her pussy. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her flat tummy. I circled my tongue on her navel and continued my trail down to her waist.

By now, she was writhing under me, hands gripping my hair to push me to where she wanted my tongue to be. I grabbed onto her thighs, pulling them as wide as they could go, to accommodate my broad shoulders. When I finally got to her crotch, I raised my head to stare into her hazel eyes. They were glazed over with lust, pupils dilating.

"Quinn..." she mewled when I continued staring at her.

That was my undoing.

Returning my gaze to her crotch, I spread her open, drinking the sight of her glistening pink pussy lips.

I wanted a taste.

Dipping my head down, I flicked my tongue on her clit. Her back shot off the bed but I splayed my palm over her stomach to hold her down. I returned my gaze to her eyes for a while before smirking. With my eyes holding hers, I leaned down and blew a rasp of air on her swollen clit.

She whimpered from the effect. Giving her a slow, long lick from her slit to her clit, I crawled up her body, my gaze still holding hers.

"If you want it badly, you know what to do," I smirked. "Rhea".

With that, I stood up and left to take a bath, smirking to myself for a job well done.000