Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Or be quiet and long if she doesn’t wake up?”
I laughed low in my chest. “Now you’re talking.”
Then I kissed her. I claimed her mouth, my tongue twisting with hers. She gripped my shoulders, whimpering in her throat. I lifted and carried her to my room, pushing my door almost shut, then laying her on the bed, following her down to the mattress. We kissed endlessly, our clothing disappearing until our bodies were flush. Every touch was magnified. Every taste an aphrodisiac. The feel of her skin on mine was silk. The scent of her surrounded us.
“John,” she pleaded. “I want you.”
“I want you too, baby. So bad. My cock is aching for you.”
I gazed at her. “I want you to ride me, Quinn. I want to watch you.”
Her eyes widened, doubts setting in. I shook my head. “Stay with me, baby. Right here in this moment. You are so beautiful. Remember that.”
She pushed on my chest, and I rolled over so she could straddle me. She stopped for a moment, listening, always attuned to the other room. But it was silent, and she looked down at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes dazed. Her lips were swollen and wet, her hair in disarray from my hands.
I slipped my hand between us. “So wet, Quinn. You want this. You want me.”
“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips, taking my fingers deeper.
“You want my cock to fill you up? You want to ride me until you come? Until you drain me?” I murmured.
She became slicker, her arousal evident. I gripped her hips after I rolled on a condom. “Then do it, Quinn. Take me.”
She grasped me, notching me to her entrance. Then she slowly, carefully, eased down on my length. I watched myself disappear into her inch by inch until we were flush.
I had never seen anything so erotic.
Then she began to move. Leisurely rolls of her hips, one hand on my chest, the other hand bunching her hair. I held her hips harder, guiding her. “Like that, my good girl. Just like that. Faster. Find your pleasure.”
She began breathing faster. Moving quicker. She balanced both hands on my chest for a moment, then leaned back, grabbing my thighs, changing the angle and ramping up my pleasure.
Somehow being quiet made it incredibly intimate. Erotic. The sounds of our breathless whispers danced in the air.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
“Move like that. Slide back. Fuck yes.”
“You feel that, Quinn? You feel the way your pussy grips my cock?”
“Oh, that feels so good, John. I want more. Harder.”
She moved quicker, the heat surrounding my cock indescribable. She made low, whimpering noises in her throat. Her hair tickled my legs. Her breasts swayed, and, unable to stop myself, I sat up, pulling her legs around my waist and seating myself deeper inside her. She gasped at the new angle and gripped my shoulders. I sucked one nipple in my mouth, then the other. I had never been so deep inside a woman, the sensations beginning to overwhelm me. I licked and bit the pink points until she was clawing at my skin, begging me. I moved her faster than ever, almost slamming her down on me. I hit her clit with every thrust, feeling her beginning to tighten around me.
“John,” she moaned in a low whisper. “Oh God… Please. Please. Please.”
“I’m coming, baby. I’m going to fucking come harder than I ever have before.” I met her burning, desperate gaze. “And so are you.”
Then I slammed my mouth over hers, and we climaxed. She screamed her release into my mouth, and I swallowed it down, my own roar silenced by our lips.
It felt as if the pleasure went on and on. As if we would never stop.
Until we did. Trembling, gasping, shaken, and exhausted. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing kisses to her head, lifting her face to mine and dropping small pecks of adoration all over her skin—cheeks, nose, chin, and eyes.
“Amazing,” I breathed out. “You were amazing.”
“We were amazing together,” she replied.
I kissed her again, unable to stop myself. “Yeah, we were.”
For a moment, neither of us moved, then I rolled her over, disposed of the condom, and grabbed my sweats, pulling them on.
Quinn sat up. “I should go sleep with Abby.”
“Stay a bit.” I handed her a T-shirt. “I want to hold you.”
She slipped it over her head, and I crawled in beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Just for a little while,” I added. “I like having you close.”
She snuggled in, resting her head on my chest. “I like it too.”
I shut my eyes with a contented sigh. Quinn laced our fingers together, and I lifted her hand to my mouth, kissing the soft skin. We didn’t talk, each lost to our own thoughts. I was reeling from the way it felt to have her here in my bed. To know I would see her over my cup of coffee the next day. Hear her voice in the house. Even for a short time.