“There’s something I want to do before we go back.” I pause, biting my lower lip. I have no idea if he’ll be able to guess what it is I want, but I’m almost afraid to ask.
Even after he’s been so good to me, even after he told me last night that he loved me, I’m afraid to ask him for something. It’s silly, really.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to look up into his eyes. “Quinn Masters. I want you to collect on your debt.”
He sucks in a breath and strokes my cheek with his free hand. “My little Abigail, I honestly thought that you’d never ask.”
Before I can say anything else, he sweeps me up in his arms, turning to the house. When I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a hug, he leans down, his lips hot and demanding on mine. He wants me as much as I want him, and the thought gives me chills.
By the time he gets to the bed, I’m clawing at his shirt. I need to feel him, I need to know what it’s like to finally be his. I’ve waited this long for the right person, and I never would have thought that it was Quinn, but there’s no denying it now.
“Are you sure?” He pulls back from me as he puts me on the bed and steps back so he can look at me. Even though he’s obviously trying to stay calm, I can see how hard this is on him. How hard he’s trying to keep himself from ripping my clothes off of me, and I nod.
“I want you, Quinn.” Then I say the one thing that I had told him I never would. I honestly never thought that I would ask him to love me or to fuck me. “Please. Please. Collect on your bet.” I push myself up to sit and reach for him, plucking at his shirt as he steps forward. “I need you, Quinn. I want to feel you inside me.”
He sucks in a breath and slips his hand around the back of my neck, tilting my head up to him. He’s already made me come once. He knows my body, but I don’t know his. As he kisses me again, I trail my hands down his waist, hooking my fingers in his pants and slowly unbuttoning them.
When he steps back and strips, my jaw falls open. I knew that he was hot. It was easy to see, even when he was fully dressed, but I had no idea that he was this sexy. He’s completely wrapped in muscles, a perfect V leading from his toned abs down to between his legs.
And his cock.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper, reaching for him and puling him closer. He grins and pushes me back on the bed before climbing on top of me.
“I told you that I was a god,” he says, his words tickling the skin by my ear. When I shiver under him he takes the time to strip my shirt off, sucking and kissing my nipples.
“Ah, oh, god, Quinn,” I manage, before pulling him up to kiss me. His mouth is hard and hot on mine, his tongue sweeping through my mouth and across my tongue like he knows me. When he bites my lower lip and draws blood I lean into the kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
It’s amazing.
The whole time, his hard cock is pressed against me. Now, I reach down and touch him, causing him to suck in a breath. He’s huge, bigger than I could have ever imagined, and so hard that I shiver for a moment, wondering what it will be like to have him in me.
To be fucked by this god.
“Take off your pants,” Quinn demands, climbing off of me. He helps me strip, being careful of my right wrist, and when I’m clad only in my panties, he slides down between my legs, slowing pushing them apart. “You know, Abigail, I’m convinced that you are going to taste like heaven. Let me see.”
“What?” I manage to ask, but the word is barely out of my mouth before he tugs my panties to the side, slowly kissing his way up my inner thighs. I moan, the sound coming from deep in me. There’s no way to describe the feeling of his tongue slowly licking my slit, slowly parting me.
He slips a finger into me, then another, before reaching up and grabbing my nipple. It pebbles beneath his touch and I arch my back, reaching down and wrapping my hand in his hair. He’s incredible, and I grind against him as he laps at me.
I have no idea what he’s doing with his mouth, but I know that I’m not going to be able to last very long if he keeps it up. I can feel my core tightening and I pull his hair.
“Quinn,” I moan, barely able to speak his name. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and I can barely breath. I have to tell him to stop. I have to keep him from finishing, but before I can say anything else, he sucks my clit, his tongue sliding over it, bringing me to the edge.
This time when I call his name, I scream it, arching my back and grinding myself into his face. He gasps, his fingers still working in me, guiding me through my orgasm. When I finally peak and come down, he leans over me, kissing his way up to me.
“You ready?” His voice is deep and full of longing, and I blink at him.
“Ready?” I can’t imagine for what, but before I can ask, he grabs me by the hips and flips me. His cock is huge and hard and he slips into me, making me cry out. Gripping my hips tight with his hands, he guides me, keeping me still
