“In that case, I’ll do it again.”
Rocking against her—slowly, at first—I trail my lips down the column of her neck and suckle her sweet skin.
She gasps, and it’s such an encouraging sound.
I palm her breast through the lacy material of her bra. I find her nipple and circle it with my thumb. Pinching the stiffened peak, I marvel at the way it tightens until it feels like a pebble.
All the while, I grind my shaft against Quinn in short strokes.
I wish there wasn’t anything between us.
I want to rut so deep inside her that she’ll feel it for days. I want to spill my seed in her womb over and over again, and every time she gets a twinge of soreness, she’ll remember who she belongs to.
Chills race through me, and I’m shaking. It’s odd. I don’t get cold. Unlike this fragile human, my body adjusts to temperature changes.
But I’m hot, too. Burning from the inside out. I feel like I could combust at any moment. Sweat trickles down my temple, my skin flushes, and a sizzle infuses my veins.
“I need you. I’ve never wanted anything this much,” I say, going for her mouth again.
She responds to my kiss, sucking on my tongue. “I’m not ready for everything, but…”
“But what?” I’m tense as I wait for her answer.
“We’ve already gone this far.” She swallows audibly.
“What are you saying?”
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing if we did a little more.”
I didn’t think tonight could get better, but this… this is better. “How much more?”
“I want to touch you,” she says boldly, lightly scraping her fingernails down my spine.
“My body is yours. Do as you please.” Flopping onto my back, I sprawl out.
I tuck my hands behind my head, attempting a casual pose when I feel anything but relaxed.
Seconds go by. All I hear is Quinn’s rapid breathing and the quiet thumping of her heart.
Just when I think she’s changed her mind, she tugs the blanket down. My cock bobs up and lightly slaps me on my lower stomach.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
Taking that as a compliment, I smirk. “That good, huh?”
“I knew it was big, but wow. That’s a lot of dick.”
I laugh. “Thank you.”
When the tip of her finger grazes my slit, I nearly jump off the bed.
“It’s so soft,” she observes innocently. “Silky. Remember the time you helped me with my anatomy homework?”
I do. Sex Education is what she called it. Although I couldn’t see the pictures, Quinn had me quiz her on the reproductive system of both males and females.
Such classes aren’t needed here. Many young fae figure it out for themselves through experience. Not everyone waits for their soul mate, and I can’t blame them. The instances of fated matches are rare. At some point, we all have to make a choice.
I don’t regret mine.
Realizing Quinn’s waiting for my answer, I grunt out an affirmative response as her touch trails down the underside of my erection. She stops just above my sac before tracing a vein back up to the tip.
“I remember thinking all dicks probably looked the same,” she says quietly. “But there’s no way anyone could compare to you. Yours has to be way, way above average.”
Wrapping her fingers around my girth, she lightly squeezes. She pumps me a few times, and my back arches. I ball my hands into tight fists. My heels dig into the mattress.
I’m trying really hard not to explode.
With heightened senses, I feel everything. The scratchy linens under my body. The ridges and lines of Quinn’s fingerprints massaging my velvety skin with every movement. The way she shifts her weight to hover over me.
Her body heat. Her scent.
Swiping her thumb over the swollen head of my cock, she smears the bead of precum leaking from the tip.
I’m panting like I just got done winning a challenge for the throne.
“If I keep doing this, will you come?” Quinn asks, and her naivety only ramps up my desire.
“Yes,” I rasp. “It feels good. It’s almost too much.”
Her motions cease. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I burst out, and my extreme reaction draws a giggle from her.
“Well, I was just asking because I want you to be in my mouth when you finish.”
I barely have time to process her statement before my cock is engulfed in warmth. Wet, smooth warmth. The roof of Quinn’s mouth has ridges, and the texture is exquisite against my sensitive skin.
She doesn’t go down very far, but it’s enough to make me groan. My husky, strained sound echoes off the walls as I hit the resistance of her closed throat.
Quinn backs off, circling the head with her tongue before taking me deeper. The light suction from her mouth tempts me to grab the back of her head, fist her hair, and shove my cock all the way in.
But I don’t want to scare her. Instead, I grip the pillow and wait to see what she’ll do next.
Popping off, she spreads her saliva around with her fingers before licking me from base to tip. Then she touches my balls, testing the weight of each one in her hand.
She puts me back in her mouth, bobbing up and down with more vigor than before.
I can’t believe I’ve gone my whole life without this sensation, but at the same time, I’m glad for it. There’s no one else I’d rather have for my first time—my first everything.
From here on out, Quinn is mine. Until the end of time. Forever.
“My mate,” I sigh reverently, threading my fingers through her hair.
I gently fist the strands at the back of her scalp to help guide her. Up and down. Up and down. The rhythmic suckling sounds are erotic.
When she grabs the base of my shaft, I moan. “Yes. Use your hand, too. Just like that—in time with your head. Oh, fuck. Faster. Please.”
Encouraged, Quinn does exactly as I say.
Pressure builds, and my toes curl. My muscles seize.
Completion approaches so quickly, I’m not prepared for the intensity of it. I erupt with
