Chapter 24
QUENTIN
I”ve never done this before. Been nervous to make love to someone. But with Carmina, it”s different.
I”ve dated before. Danced, drank, and fooled around in Seattle and other cities like it. But nothing like this.
Nothing where every part of me feels so deeply connected to someone else. Where every touch, every kiss, every embrace feels like coming home.
The drive back to our hotel is agonizingly slow, but I use it as a chance to hold Carmina”s hand and kiss her fingers.
When we finally arrive, she leads me into the dark suite and shuts the door behind us.
She faces me, running her hands up my chest, over my shoulders, and around my neck. Her eyes are dark with desire, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My breath catches as she tangles one hand in my hair while the other slides down my back to rest on my hip.
”Quentin,” she whispers, her raspy voice sending shivers down my spine. ”I need you.”
Her confession catches me off guard, slicing through the haze of desire with its sharp, honest edge.
”Quentin,” Carmina begins, each word a whisper in the charged silence of the room, ”it”s been… it”s been a while for me. And I”m not usually one for handing over the reins, you know?” She laughs, but there”s a vulnerability in her voice that tightens something in my chest. ”But with you, I want to. I want everything. The full Quentin Anderson experience.” Her eyes sparkle with a mix of daring and something softer, deeper.
The words send a thrill through me, electric and intense. ”Do you trust me, Carmina?” I ask, the weight of the moment pressing down.
Her nod is shy but certain. ”Yes, I trust you.”
It feels like a gift, wrapped in sincerity and trust. I smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the physical hunger between us.
”Then show me,” I say, my voice a husky rasp. ”Close your eyes.”
She closes them, and I step closer. ”Now, turn around,” I whisper, guiding her gently. She obeys without hesitation, giving herself over to me completely.
I lean in and place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, trailing my lips down her spine, savoring the softness of her skin under my touch. She shivers, a statue of anticipation.
My voice is an appreciative hum as my gaze travels down her body. ”You”re beautiful,” I say, meaning it with every fiber of my being. My fingers slide down her arms to her hips.
She sighs, a shy but steady sound that makes me want to sink to my knees and worship her like the goddess she is. And so I do.
My hands roam over her curves, smoothing over her hips, down her thighs, to her calves.
”Alright, daredevil,” I murmur, ”let”s take this slow. We wouldn”t want you tripping over those gorgeous heels of yours, now would we?”
Gently, I guide her out of her heels, bending down to place them neatly by the door. ”Much better.”
Standing back up, I place my fingers at the top of her dress, finding the zipper.
”May I?” I ask, placing another kiss at her nape.
She nods eagerly, and I slowly unzip her dress, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper of fabric. With her back to me, Carmina stands in a matching black lace lingerie set. Her wavy dark hair settles at her shoulders, and my breath hitches at the sight of her.
I take a step closer, lightly tracing my fingers down her spine and over the lace of her bra. She shivers under my touch, and I lean in to place soft kisses along her shoulder blades.
”Absolutely stunning, Carmina,” I murmur against her skin.
She turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with desire.
”You”re not so bad yourself,” she teases, running her hands down my chest. I resist the urge to pull her close and ravish her right then and there.
Instead, I take a step back and reach for her waist. ”If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word,” I remind her.
Carmina nods, and I gently lower the lace of her bra to expose her breasts.
”Good,” I nod back. ”Now that I have the reins...” My stare hardens. ”Get on your knees for me, darling.”
Her brown eyes widen deliciously in the dark, and I run a thumb along her jaw. With no more than a blink, Carmina lowers to her knees, her shins pressing against the soft carpet. I keep my hand on her skin, smiling as she peers at the erection beneath my slacks.
Her hands move to my belt, unfastening it quickly before letting it clank to the floor. I watch as this gorgeous woman runs a hand over my boxer briefs, sliding it along my hard dick. She grips the waistline and pulls the soft fabric down to my ankles.
She gazes adoringly at the thick length jutting skyward, then takes it into her mouth, closing her lips around it and pulling until I hear a slick pop.
I grin, lacing my fingers in her hair as I look down at her. ”If you want me to take control, baby, just say the word, and I”ll do it.”
She nods, and that”s all I need.
My hands cup her jaw and neck lovingly as I begin to pump, pistoning into Carmina”s mouth.
It”s the most erotic thing I”ve ever seen: Carmina Sanchez on her knees, my steel cock disappearing into her mouth and back. The sound of her moans around me as she closes her eyes and takes me.
Giving me the control she”d held onto for dear life. Trusting me... with that control. With her body.
And though it”s hard to pull away—harder than prying apart a wreck with the Jaws of Life—I manage.
”Fuck,” I swear into the silence of the suite.
I step back. Cupping my hands under Carmina”s arms, I lift her to her feet. ”I need you fucking now.”
Unwrapping my boxer briefs from my ankles, I kick off my shoes and socks, sending them sailing across the room.
Carmina giggles—actually giggles—and I reach for her, bending down to throw her over my shoulder. As she dangles, giving me a smack on my bare ass, I grin like I”ve won the lottery.
With her, I have, as I march towards the bedroom.
The sheets smell of lavender and vanilla, soft and inviting. I toss Carmina onto the bed, making her squeal with delight. She bounces on the mattress, her chocolate waves of hair fanning out around her head like a halo.
She wiggles her eyebrows at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ”Don”t think you”re getting away that easily,” she says.
I unfasten my button-down shirt as I make my way towards the bed. Carmina”s eyes widen at the sight of my toned chest, her lips parting in anticipation. I smirk and climb onto the bed, crawling towards her like she”s prey.
Beautiful, willing, seductive, sensual prey whose eyes are begging me to fuck her.
”Looks like someone is eager to get started,” I tease, hovering above Carmina”s flushed face. The sight of her simultaneous confidence and shyness makes me want to push her buttons even more.
Still in her lacy lingerie, her nipples on display, she sinks into the bed as I hover above her. I trace the outline of one dusky areola with a fingertip, and she sighs.
”Christ, you”re exquisite,” I utter in a gritty huff.
She smiles. ”You”re just realizing that?”
”Hell no. I knew it the moment I met you. But now my dick definitely knows it.”
”Your dick has good taste.”
”And it”s getting better and better by the second.”
Exhaling, I wrap my mouth around one of Carmina”s tender nipples. As she begins to whimper, I place my hand between her legs. She”s wet, already soaked, and when I press the heel of my hand against her clit and rub, she cries out.
”Oh my God!”
I chuckle, raising my lips from her skin. ”Baby, God has nothing to do with what I just did. But if you”d like me to arrange a personal meeting between the two of you, that can be arranged.”
I grin, rolling over towards the nightstand. Retrieving a condom from inside, I rip the foil open with my teeth. Fishing out the rubber, I”m surprised when Carmina”s fist wraps around my fingers.
Her dark brown eyes shine. ”Let me.”
I nod and reach over to remove her lacy underwear, and she lets me. Flicking the damp fabric across the room, I lean back on the bed. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as Carmina rubs a thumb over the pre-cum at the tip of my dick. I groan as she kisses it away, her fingers steady as she rolls the condom over my swollen tip and down to the base.
In the moonlit dark of the bedroom, she is positively breathtaking.
I roll over, pressing my weight on top of her, and hike her thigh to my hip, lining my cock squarely against the center of her slippery pussy. I smile. ”Are you ready?”
She groans. ”For the love of everything, Quentin, please just fuck me.”
I slide against her with another grin. ””Fucking” doesn”t describe the depth of what I want to do to you, honey. But sure, let”s start there.”
I slam into her. She gasps, and so do I, holding her there so she can adjust.
And so that I can too.
Because I”ve never felt heaven until now. I kiss her mouth, and Carmina opens up, letting me in. My pace picks up, my hips moving as I swirl into Carmina”s soft body, finding a rhythm that matches the beating of my heart.
I discover a tempo. Tender and rough, all at once.
It”s a combination of both that only the two of us can understand. This tug of war between love and hate, desire and rejection makes our relationship—even our fucking—a beautiful mess I enjoy making as Carmina unravels in my hands.
We may never agree on everything, but when our bodies are entwined, the world disappears, and it”s just us.
We”ve created our own universe inside these four walls—a world of passion and longing, of pushing and pulling, of give and take.
My hips swing harder as Carmina”s nails dig into my back. The kiss between us turns hungry, frantic—a desperate plea for more.
With every hard thrust inside her, every swivel, every swing, this beautifully guarded woman lets me in a little more. Until her body is fully open. Her heart. Her mind.
She whimpers my name, breaking out of our heated kiss. ”Quentin...”
”I know, baby. I know.” My words rumble between us. ”Fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing me just like that.”
She responds with moans and whimpers, her body arching to meet mine in perfect harmony.
”Come for me, honey,” I grit out. And she does, her moans turning to cries as she climaxes, her pussy gripping the length of me. I follow shortly after, unable to stop myself from meeting her at the peak and falling over the edge of ecstasy with her.
The bedroom practically pulsates with pleasure, a symphony of heavy breathing and soft moans that melts away into a puddle of slick heat.
I can barely move, barely breathe. My body is not my own. It”s too entangled with Carmina”s, too entrapped in the seduction of her brown eyes, as she looks at me—those dark depths full of fire.
She says nothing, and neither do I.
For the first time since we’ve met, we have no words. Not fighting or flirting.
Only this.
The knowledge that neither one of us will ever be the same.
The rest of the world can keep spinning madly on its axis. As for us...
I sink back onto the mattress and take Carmina with me, her head on my chest, my heart in her hands.