Yet.
God, I wanted him to, my hips moved to entice him, I couldn’t help it; it was an automatic reaction to Quinn’s hands all over my body.
His large palm brushed over my stomach, stopping above my pelvis. He lifted his head and worked back up my body, my breasts, my chest, my neck, my mouth, kissing me long and hard, tasting me over and over.
My hands were on him, his shoulders, chest, abs, in his hair… but the second I felt a hard length pressing against me, my nails dug into his skin. I wanted it.
My heart was racing, my pulse pounding hard, and my erratic breathing shook with every beat that thundered inside of me.
Quinn growled against my mouth, his grip on me tightening, his fingers digging into my hip as though he was trying to compose himself. I slipped my hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Quinn moved, pushing himself to hover over me, his elbows either side, holding him up. His lips found mine again as he descended down my body again, only to pepper kisses over me while gripping my hips.
I sucked in a sharp breath, willing myself not to climax, to hold back from sliding my hand between my legs to give myself the single touch than I knew would set me off in an instant.
He slowly, lazily, licked his way upward, circling his tongue over my nipple, then the other, kneading them again. His hot lips burned over my neck, gently suckling my skin, sending electricity shooting through my entire body, my thighs tightening around him with a vice grip.
Then one hand left, fingers stroking a tickling path downward.
This is it, oh fuck, this is it. No going back.
Like I wanted to, no, thank you. I held my breath, waiting, quietly demanding his touch. He reached my lower stomach, then further, stroking through my short, neat curls, to my engorged nub.
“Fuck!” I cried when he pressed his finger against it. “Yes!”
“Baby,” he whispered against my throat, then darted his tongue out. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” I panted.
“How much?”
“Fuck, Quinn, stop torturing me.”
I felt his smile against me, but the next remark I had ready died out the moment he circled his finger around my clit. “Like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut.
“I know.”
Quinn’s finger slipped between my folds, gathering the wetness at my entrance and running it back up, teasing me some more, then back down. A hard tip circled my hole, then pushed inside me, taking my breath away, his thick finger stroking over the ridge inside, making my eyes roll back.
I cried out as my head fell back, my body convulsing with pleasure. I was tipping over the edge, my legs shaking, my heart thrumming so fast I could feel it trying to burst out of my chest. “Quinn,” I squeaked, just as he added another finger, and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
My mouth opened wide, but no sound came out because my lungs had seized up, my chest constricting as a powerful orgasm gripped me and held me in a vice. All I could feel was Quinn’s fingers moving inside me, making me spasm and sparks fly behind my lids while my thighs trembled against his waist.
When he removed his fingers, I sucked in a desperate breath, reaching out to him, pulling him to me and capturing his mouth with mine.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered between kisses. “I don’t expect—”
“I know I don’t have to,” I replied, as he continued brushing his lips over mine. “But I want to. I want you, Quinn.”
He pulled back, his eyes gazing into mine, the tiny sliver of blue with a hint of green in one was almost gone, his large pupils taking up the rest of the space. “You want me, Kinny?”
“God, yes,” I moaned, reaching between us. My fingers reached his cock, scorching and solid, and I wrapped my fingers around him. My eyes bugged, snapping to his. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped.
He smirked, but it dropped from his face when I began massaging him, moving up and down. “I won’t make it inside you if you keep doing that,” he groaned, closing his eyes. I ran my thumb over the tip, capturing the drop of moisture and rubbing all over. “I am so fucking close to busting right now.” The muscles in his jaw tensed, his teeth clenching, and a feral sound coming from within.
I guided him to my opening, the large tip breaching the entrance, and he pushed forward, entering me just a little.
Quinn’s eyes opened, and he looked down at me again, staring, gazing, something in there I hadn’t seen before but didn’t recognize. His head slowly dipped, and he gently pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was so soft, his mouth moving over mine, reminding me of the first kiss at the beach, in his arms, wrapped in his hoodie, his warmth surrounding me.
The memory faded when Quinn eased inside of me, carefully, every long, thick inch of him joining him to me until he paused. “Keep going,” I urged, sliding my hands down to his hips, then further, gripping his ass, the orbs tense and defined. I held my breath as he stretched me, the sting and pinch as he passed my thin barrier, making me wince.
Quinn’s hips pressed forward, completely filling me, the pressure of his cock inside me almost too much to bear.
He released his breath when our bodies joined. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. His arms shook as they held him up on his elbows, and when he eased down on top of me, his heart beat against my chest, strong and fast.
He moved, pulling back a little, then pushing in. He continued like that, the pain making me grind my teeth together, and I focused on Quinn being the one inside me. Just small movements, but enough to make my core ignite once more, surprising me that I could be on the brink so soon after coming harder than I’ve ever done, and I knew my body. I didn’t think it was possible, but as Quinn slid in and out of me, my eyes fluttered, and my chest tightened. Every nerve ending sparked again as though flickering back to life, the pain easing away as he glided through my wetness, grating against my nub with every movement. Fire licked at my skin, the furnace deep in my belly ready to blow.
“Yes,” I whispered against him, sharing his air as he took shaky breaths in time with mine.
I bit down on my bottom lip when the pressure inside my core began to break free, still building higher and higher as Quinn’s thrusts increased, faster and faster, his hips hitting against me every time.
“Kinny,” he groaned, his voice tight. “Fuck!” He gripped my thigh, lifting it up higher around his waist, the angle sending him deeper inside me.
That was all it took to throw me over the edge. I gripped his arms tightly, my head fell back, and a high-pitched wail flew out of my mouth in a garbled mess of chants as I came again.
Quinn tensed, his lips hard against my neck as he thickened inside me, his cock pumping, slamming into me again and again.
We exhaled as Quinn slowed down, his movements decreasing until he finally stopped. He leaned down and kissed my nose, making me smile.
A car pulling into the drive had us snapping to attention.
“Shit, my mom!” I whisper shouted.
Quinn pulled gently out of me, making me hiss, and I jumped up to run to my bathroom, scrambling for my clothes on the way. “Nice tattoo,” he said just before I shut the door.
“Thank you!” I called out, wondering what the fuck I was going to do. That’s when I noticed the warmth sliding down my inner thighs, off-white tinged with red. “Oh, fuck.”