“I think they would enjoy that more than they would anything else.” They did have to move around their house sitter, but in the end, it worked out well for them all. Now here she and Quin were, on the plane to a destination she was excited to be going to with him and only him.
Almost as soon as they were in the lovely little house, it was like a home to them. There was enough food for them for the next few days, as well as fishing equipment and instructions on how to fish for their dinner. They would get to that, she was sure. But right now, all she wanted was Quin. Naked and in bed.
The room they were to use as their own was filled with flowers. Not only had Robby given them the house, but he’d made arrangements for them to have champagne, roses, as well as a huge basket of fresh fruits from around the area. Quin was having a piece of mango when she came out of the bathroom, undressed.
“You looked good enough to eat.” She told him that was the idea. “Good. I have a hunger for you that I know will take me hours if not days to quench.”
He moved toward her, tossing the last of the fruit over his shoulder and out the open window. Quin’s body seemed to grow with each step. Not just his frame, but everything about him. Even his hunger, which she could feel, seemed to wrap around her until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
When he touched her with just the tips of his fingers, it was as if small electrical currents were set off under her skin. His mouth at her skin at the most sensitive parts of her body was overwhelming yet not enough, not nearly enough for her.
“Your skin is so soft. So warm.” She couldn’t speak. Her mouth was so dry. “I love the scent you’re perfuming the air with. It’s all yours. It makes me think of spring and the earth.”
“Please, Quin. I’m so needy.” He moved his hands, barely brushing her skin to her ass. It was enough to make her catch her breath. The way he cupped her had her crying out, the short climax, or whatever it was, taking her to highs she knew were only the beginning. “More. I need so much more. Please?”
He lifted her and fit her to his body. His cock, so thick, was pressed against her belly, and she reached down and ran her finger over the hard crown of him. When he cried out, his body bent back just enough from hers that she could take his hard nipple into her mouth. Rogue bit down on it hard enough to have him crying out her name. Begging her for more and telling her he couldn’t take anything else, he pressed her against the wall behind her. Kissing her savagely, he pulled his mouth from hers just to watch her face as he adjusted her enough that he could slam his cock inside of her, filling her to the point where she was sure he was tearing her apart.
It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her. Then another moment to realize he was telling her how sorry he was. For what, she didn’t know but wrapping her hands into his hair, she pulled him up to see into his face. Christ, what a wonderfully handsome and beautiful face he had too.
“Why are you sorry?” He said he’d hurt her. “A little, but that is to be expected, I think. You’re built like a fucking horse.”
His laughter made her smile. Standing with her back pressed against the wall, naked as the day she’d been born, with a man’s cock deep inside her body, and he was laughing. She thought she should take offense but decided it was sort of charming.
“How did I live this long without you by my side?” Rogue told him he was just lucky. “No. I’m lucky now. Very much so. But if I don’t move soon, I’m going to hurt myself and you too.”
His body didn’t so much move as it seemed to just slide in and out of her. Quin’s hands never stopped moving, his mouth trailing quickly behind his finger. Every place his mouth nipped at her skin, he would kiss the tiny wounds he made. As she felt his movement, moving them to the bed, her body seemed to know to simply wrap around his. Her legs felt at home tightly around his hips. Her hands dug into his muscles as he did the same to her.
Her breasts were first abused, then loved. Each time her body felt like it was getting too much, he would touch her in another place where it wouldn’t be enough. Rogue was sure he was trying his best to kill her with sex. Her body ached with each small climax that took her. Again and again, she thought for sure it was going to take her over the edge, take her to a place only reserved for people who were in love. And every time Quin would take her to the point, then pull back.
“If you don’t let me come, I’m going to test the theory of how immortal you are.” He laughed—it was almost too sexy for her when he suddenly took her deeper, his body seeming to plow her like she’d been needing for years…hell, her entire life. “More. Please, I want more.”
He took her. There was no other way for her to describe how he not only brought her to the edge but followed her over until they were both hitting the ground at the same time and exploding.
Opening her eyes, she saw that at some point,
