I grin against her skin, pleased to be pleasing her.
“You make it easy,” I admit. With Quinn, my lack of experience has never been an issue. She makes it easy to read her body and translate her sounds. “Your bilingual switch is by far my favorite gauge to tell if you like something or not.”
She does this gasp-moan, and then her thumbs are pressing on the underside of my jaw, lifting my face for a kiss. It’s lazy but ardent.
Jets pulse against my back, but it’s the squeeze of her knees on my sides that I never want to lose. We kiss and kiss some more while I let my hands explore every curve and valley of her body.
Quinn scoots closer, her slit making contact with the head of my dick, eliciting a hiss at a heat that feels hotter than the hundred-and-three-degree water. “Shit.”
I thrust my hips up to meet hers, my dick gliding through her wetness and bumping along her clit. “You’re soaked, Quinn.”
Her hands fall to my shoulders, clawing at me. “Mmmhmm.” Eyes squeezed shut, she tosses her head back, her long hair floating along the surface of the water. “It’s because of you.”
Talk about giving a guy an ego boost.
Taking her ass in my hands, I grip her hard enough I worry I’m going to bruise her, but Quinn’s whispered “Más” shuts those worries down before they can fully form.
We’re both panting as our bodies toy with each other.
I pull her forward and push toward her.
Lift her up and pull her down.
Angling her while I move against her.
On and on it goes.
Her nails bite into my skin, her nipples grazing my chest with every pitch of her body.
“CK.”
“Yeah…”
“Mmm,” she hums, bearing down, increasing the friction of our wet humping. “You’re going to make me come.”
I chuckle, splaying my fingers to hold her to me tighter. “Isn’t that the point?”
She nods wordlessly. Back and forth she moves, her clit riding the ridge surrounding the head of my dick. Her toes curl against my legs, the angle shifting just slightly, just enough for my tip to slip inside her.
Twin hisses echo in the night air, and Quinn’s forehead falls to mine. Our eyes lock, and neither of us moves.
“CK?” She digs her fingers into me, sucking in a shuddering breath. “We can stop.”
I’m shaking my head before she finishes her offer. “I want to fuck you.”
“It certainly feels like you do,” she quips, but this is one situation I won’t let her turn into a joke.
Taking her by the back of the neck, I sit up, lengthening my spine so she knows I’m serious. “I want this. With. You.”
#CHAPTER32
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Oh, be still my beating heart.
I know, I know things have been progressing in this direction, but hearing the words I want this with you coming from CK has my heart two-stepping.
“Are you sure?” I have to ask. I may have spent months nursing a major crush on him, but I don’t want him to have regrets about how quickly our physical relationship has progressed.
Not for him.
Not for his first time.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything, about anyone in my life.”
Well, shit. If I wasn’t already half in love with him from crushing on him, hearing that would undoubtedly do it.
“Not in here,” I say, referring to the hot tub. “Water isn’t always a friend to the hippity-dippity.”
CK’s chest rumbles with his laughter. “You certainly have a way with words, Red,” he says, but he’s already nodding his agreement. “Plus, the condoms are in my room.”
“Umm…” I bite my lip, hoping I’m not about to get judged. “There are a few mixed in with the charcuterie.”
My heart sinks when he shakes his head, his chin dipping toward his chest.
Mierda.
Is he judging me for my presumptuousness?
“Only you, Red.”
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
But then he holds out a hand for mine, and all my worries melt away as our fingers link together. He helps me climb out of the sunken hot tub, quickly tucking one of the towels we brought out around his waist before wrapping me up in another one.
Looping my arms around CK’s neck, I push up on my toes and cover his mouth with mine. He immediately meets my kiss with one of his own, stoking the flame we started in the hot tub to a burning blaze.
One second I’m standing on the deck feeling the grain of the Trex planks, then the next my feet are off the ground as CK lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles together behind his back, kissing him even deeper. My ponytail finally gives way to the weight of the water soaking the strands and CK’s rough treatment of them as he thrusts a hand through my hair.
“Right here,” I whisper against CK’s mouth when I feel him take a step backward.
He growls, stepping forward this time, lowering me onto one of the empty lounge chairs, following me down with his lips still on mine.
A hand follows the line of my leg, skirting over my calf, dipping into the bend of my knee then up and around my thigh. CK’s thumb presses into the space between my muscles, and I’m arching into him as he pulls away, kneeling between my splayed legs.
His glasses sit crooked on his nose, his eyes burning me with a want that sears me from the inside out. “Are you sure?”
Pushing up onto my elbows, I nod. “As long as you are.”
He grunts as if I’m insane, then shifts onto one foot, reaching toward the lounger beside us, rooting around on the tray until he comes up with a foil packet. I may not have been a Girl Scout, but you can’t say I’m not always prepared.
I shiver as his hands snake under the poorly wrapped terry cloth, holding my breath as he slowly drags it up, then pulls it open to expose my naked body to the night air and, more importantly, to him.
“Goddamn it, Quinn.” He drags a hand over his mouth.
Indecision hums beneath my skin. “We don’t have to do this if you want to wait.” I offer him another out.
He shakes his head. “That’s not it.” He rips the packet open with his teeth, sheathing himself before tentatively touching my knees. His touch is reverent as it glides up my legs and over the jut of my hip bones.
His Adam’s apple bobs and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips as he watches his hands spread over my body, his thumbs meeting at my pubic bone before following the line of my slit, parting my lips.
His groan is guttural as he stares at my exposed pussy. It’s so fucking erotic I’m about to come without a single touch. He circles my clit, and I latch on to his forearms, not sure if I want to knock his touch away or hold him there so he’ll never be able to stop.
“You’re absolutely sure about this?” His question holds a hint of hesitation, but his actions are pure confidence as he drags his fingers down to my entrance and plunges them inside me.
I can hardly breathe, let alone speak at the pleasure whipping through my system. I nod, clutching at him to bring him closer.
CK’s large frame hovers over me, his elbows bracketing my head as he leans in for the sweetest kiss.
“Tómame.” I whisper for him to take me as I hook my legs around him.