My mouth has gone dry and I don’t trust myself to say anything, so instead, I bite the inside of my lip to try and hide my nerves as I nod my head.
“Thank you,” he says as he starts pulling down my leggings. He hasn’t gone far before he lets out a hiss of air. “You aren’t wearing underwear.”
“They’re legg—” I start to explain, but the explanation dies on my lips as soon as his mouth lands on me. “Oh my god.”
My eyes slam shut and my mouth falls open as his tongue finds the target on his first try. I dig my hands into his coarse hair. I don’t know if I’m doing it to pull him closer, push him away, or just to hold on.
“No!” I groan when he pulls his mouth away, but I’m only missing it for a second before he lifts me up and places me on the center of his bed. He climbs in after me, grabbing my ankles with his rough, calloused hands before putting them on his shoulders and covering my mound with his mouth. His talented, amazing mouth.
He sucks and licks and even nibbles until my back is arched so far off the bed I think I might be levitating. He digs his fingernails into my thighs so deep that there are going to be marks there tomorrow. And that’s what does it. The thought of being marked by Quinton causes a wave of pleasure to wash over me that’s so deep I might drown.
“Fuuuuck!” I moan as I shatter under his mouth.
But Quinton doesn’t stop. His tongue swirls around on my core and only when my breathing has evened does he start to drop kisses down my thighs before sitting up on his knees.
“Holy shit. That was . . . That was . . .” Fuck. I don’t even have a word for what that was. “What was that?”
“That was us just getting started.” A mischievous smile that makes my insides tighten again crosses his face. “Now what do you say to us getting rid of the rest of these clothes?”
“Yes.” I nod my head, all reservations and insecurities I had disappeared with the rest of my mind during that orgasm. “Let’s do that. Now.”
I pull my sweater over my head in record time, not wanting to miss a second of him pulling off his briefs.
And what a solid fucking decision it was.
Because when he pulls them off and reveals all of himself, I damn near faint. I knew he wasn’t going to be small when I felt it beneath me on the couch, but this. Wow.
He reaches into the nightstand next to his bed, pulling out a condom, ripping it open, and then rolling it onto his perfect fucking penis.
“How are you real?” I breathe, not moving my eyes from his manhood as it stands at full attention in front of me, sheathed and ready to go.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. “You have no idea how bad I wanted to get my hands on these. You’re always wearing those silky tank tops and the curve of these”—he drops his head, running his tongue along the curve of my breasts before sucking my nipple into his mouth and releasing it with a pop—“they taunt me.”
“Please.” I wrap my ankles around his back, trying to pull him into me. “I need you inside me, now.”
Droplets of sweat fall from his forehead as he rubs his manhood against my entrance and I can feel his muscles trembling beneath my fingers. “I’m not sure I can go slow.”
I pull his face to mine, pressing my lips to his before biting his full, luscious bottom lip and tugging it between my teeth.
“Then don’t.” I lift my hips off the bed and kiss the soft skin on his neck. “I don’t want gentle, Quinton. I want to feel every inch of you and I still want to feel it tomorrow when you’re on that plane.”
That does it.
He slams into me. His size and power catches me off guard. “Oh yes!” I moan as he pulls out and pushes back inside.
Every thrust feels different . . . amazing. Like he’s waking up a part of me that’s been asleep for so long. If I knew sex could be like this, I probably wouldn’t have been able to have a dry spell for as long as I did.
He leans back on his knees, grabbing my legs from around him and slipping his hands down my calves until they reach my ankles. He wraps his long fingers around each ankle, forcing my legs apart as he thrusts inside of me, watching his every stroke as he enters me. With my legs spread wide, he gives me the perfect view of his abs as they contract with every movement he makes, but even that has nothing on the look on his face.
My fingers grab onto the sheets next to me as another orgasm begins to build. “Harder,” I moan out even though I’m not sure my body can handle any harder.
Until he goes harder.
“Give it to me, Elle.” His voice is hoarse with restraint and I know he’s waiting for me.
He keeps driving into me at a maddening pace, never slowing, never easing up. Until I can’t hold it back anymore.
Every muscle in my body goes taut, even my toes. My back arches as my head pushes back into his pillows and my knuckles go white clenching his sheets. My mouth falls open as I let out a strangled moan as every single nerve in my body explodes. The world goes black right before Quinton moans out and slams into me a final time before dropping my ankles and falling on top of me.
Even though my body feels as though my blood has turned into cement, I lift my legs and arms and wrap them around
