He puts me on the bed, and I sink right in. I open my legs, and he stands between them, pushing my hair from my face. “I am going to cherish every single part of your body,” he says, and all I can do is watch the way his lips move. He bends, and I tilt my head back as he kisses my lips.
I look up at him. “Show me,” I say, taking my shirt and pulling it over my head.
I lie back on his bed, hoping he comes on the bed with me. I watch his hand clench into a fist, the agony all over his face. “Willow, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I lift my hips, slipping the shorts over my hips and tossing them aside. “What do I do to you?” I ask, and he throws his head back to look up at the ceiling.
“I’m afraid to hurt you,” he admits. “I’m afraid I’m going to push you too hard.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I sit up and reach out for one of his hands. I bring his hand to my lips. “These hands will never hurt me.” I kiss his hand. “Piece by piece.” I look up at him. “You put me back together again.”
His hand comes up and cups my cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he says and pushes me back. His body comes over mine, and I can’t believe how lucky I am. His mouth claims mine, and this time, the kiss is all tongue. His tongue fights with mine, and I moan when his fingers trail from my chin to my chest. He stops kissing me, our eyes watching his hand, and he stops at the swell of my breast. “Beautiful isn’t even a good enough word for you.” He slips his hand into the bra, and my nipple waits for his touch. He pushes down the cup of my bra, and his mouth takes my nipple, and if he wasn’t on top of me, I would have jumped up. I feel it all the way to my stomach, and my legs wrap around his hips. He moves to the other nipple, and my head goes back as I take in all the emotions running through me.
He lets go of the nipple and kisses his way down my side, his tongue trailing down to my stomach. My stomach quivers when he gets lower, and all I can do is watch him in a daze. “I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he says, kissing one of my inner thighs. “At night.” He kisses the other thigh. “I wonder what you would taste like. I wonder how it would sound if you yelled out my name.”
I tremble, waiting for his touch. I tremble, waiting for his next move. “Quinn,” I whisper as I watch him slip my panties to the side, and he growls out right before his tongue slips into me.
Chapter 29
Quinn
I can’t help the growl that comes out of me right before my tongue slides into her folds. This. This right here is what dreams were made of. I close my eyes as I slip my tongue into her.
Then I open them when I feel her hands in my hair. “Quinn.” My eyes look up at her as she writhes under my touch. I lick up to her clit and move my tongue side to side, and she arches her back off the bed. If I wasn’t holding her down, I think she would have jumped off the bed. “Oh my God,” she says, and my tongue plays with her clit. I lick down and then up, wetting her even more, when I slide a finger in her. “Yes,” she pants out, and when I suck her clit in and move my finger a couple of times, I feel her getting wetter and wetter. “I …” She moves her head from side to side. “Oh.” Her hips move on their own as she chases her orgasm. My finger moves faster and faster, and then she screams out my name right before she comes on my finger.
Watching her come has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Watching her watch my every single move, my eyes on her while I made her come. It was the most intimate thing I’ve ever done. I kiss the side of her leg while she lies there. “Are you okay?” I ask, and she shakes her head. I’m so scared I hurt her. My heart stops in my chest.
“I don’t know what this feels like,” she says. “But it’s better than okay.”
I laugh, getting up and taking off my shirt. Her eyes are on my body as I kick off my boots and walk to the side table, taking the condoms out. I feel a knot in my stomach when she watches me, and I want her to know that no one has ever been in this bed but her.
I’m about to tell her when she sits up, and I stop moving. I see her hand come up. “Can I touch you?” Her hand goes to the middle of my chest as she places her palm flat over my heart. She gets on her knees and kisses the center of my chest as she trails her tongue down my stomach. “You’re sexy,” she says, smirking.
“Is that so?” I say, and her hand goes to the button of my jeans.
“Willow,” I call her name, and she looks at me, dropping her hand. “I don’t know how much I can take,” I say, and she tilts her head. “I’ve been walking around with a hard-on for a solid week and a half.”
She shakes her head, and her hand comes back to the zipper, pulling it down. My cock is trying to escape my boxers, and her hands pull the jeans down over my hips. I watch her slip my boxers down and then look at my cock ready for her. She leans forward and takes the tip in her mouth. My eyes close as my head goes back. “Willow,” I grumble when she grabs my shaft in her fist. Looking at her, I see her try to swallow my cock, stopping midway, and then coming up again. She twirls her tongue around the head of my cock and then sucks in deeper, and I have to stop it, or I’m going to come in her mouth, and the first time I come, I’m going to be inside her.
She watches me, her cheeks turning pink. “Lie back,” I say, taking off my jeans and boxers. “And open your legs for me.” She does as I say, and I roll the condom down my cock. “This might hurt,” I say, putting my knee into the bed. I take off her panties and see her glistening in the light. A small landing strip is right above. “I’ll go slow,” I say, and she just nods.
My hands almost shake from nerves as I lean in and rub my cock between her lips. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I say, slipping in just a bit. The heat of her pussy is all over my cock as I slide in as slow as I can. Her eyes are looking down the whole time as her pussy takes my cock. In no time, my cock is balls deep in her, and I want nothing more than to move out and slam into her. “You okay?”
“Yeah,”she pants out, her hips moving side to side.
I put my hands beside her arms, and she tilts her hips back as I pull my cock out of her pussy and slide in again. This time, it slides in easier. My eyes are on her as I slide back out and then in again. “You are so tight,” I say between clenched teeth. My cock feels like it’s in a vise. I move a touch quicker now, her hips moving with mine. Her juices run down my balls as I fuck her.
The sound of our pants fills the room. “It’s happening,” she says. “Oh, God, right there,” she says as she locks her legs around my hips. “Don’t stop,” she says, and I want to tell her that I wouldn’t be able to stop for all the money in the world. “Quinn,” she cries out my name, and I stop moving my cock because at the same time, I come with her.
I wait until her eyes open before I turn her onto her side, carrying her with me. My cock still in her, I push the hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”
She nods her head. “I’m more than okay.” She tilts her head back, and I kiss her.
I slide out of her, and I already miss her. “I’ll be right back,” I say, walking to the bathroom, and when I look over, she’s following me.