13. Quinn
Chapter 13
Quinn
Aiden doesn’t stir as we tuck him up in bed with Mr. Bear, exhausted from his ordeal.
Lottie snags my hand and leads me to the bedroom, checking the “Sleep Spy” is switched on before gently removing my clothes. She’s “taking care of me” again. And I fucking love it. I love watching her shed her clothes to reveal the beautiful body that’s given me so much pleasure.
She herds me into the shower and cleans every inch of me, careful of the injury to my arm. After drying me with a clean, fluffy towel, she offers me a glass of water and some painkillers, which I refuse. I know they’ll make me drowsy, and nothing is going to dull my senses before I get inside my woman. I need to connect with her on a physical level to reassure myself that we’re all okay before I succumb to sleep.
Tugging her naked body toward me, I cover her mouth with mine, licking inside to taste her sweetness.
“Quinn,” she sighs as my lips trail to the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “You should rest. You’re injured.”
“Believe me, Sunshine, the ache in my arm is nothing compared to the ache in my cock. Need inside you, Lottie.”
“I need you too,” she whispers, “but we’re doing this on one condition.”
“Oh?”
“I’m on top, so you don’t hurt your arm.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, sweetheart.” I smirk as I back her up to the bed, giving her a little push so she falls backward. Her hair spreads around her like a golden halo, the lush hills and valleys of her body a banquet for my senses.
I bend forward, licking the side of her breast while cupping the other with the hand of my uninjured arm. Her tits are big and sensitive. She moans as I stroke my thumb over her nipple, sucking the other into my mouth, causing her soft, beautiful body to arch off the bed.
“How do you want to come?” I mumble against her warm skin. “On my fingers? My Mouth? My cock?”
“Surprise me,” she huffs.
I drop to my knees. “Open wide.”
“Quinn, I’m supposed to be doing all the work,” she whines, but it doesn’t stop her from spreading her legs wide.
“This isn’t work, Sunshine. This is all pleasure,” I reassure her. “Knees to your chest. Let me see what belongs to me.”
Lottie moans and shivers as she does as I ask.
“Fuck,” I growl. “So pretty. And all mine.”
Parting her beautiful plump lips with my thumb, I place a kiss just above her clit before swiping the length of her with my tongue. Lottie’s breath hitches, her thighs tighten around my ears, and her pelvis tilts as she chases my mouth. I lick, suck, and nibble, pushing her closer to her peak, watching as her stomach contracts and she shudders. She close.
Lottie lets out a plaintive whimper as I pull back.
“Not yet,” I say, pushing one finger inside her, followed by another, searching for that sweet spot.
“Oh, my god,” she whispers, bucking her hips as my thick digits brush her G-spot.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
Mmhmm,” she mumbles, her face creased in concentration, her thighs trembling as she contracts around my fingers with a breathless gasp.
I graze her clit with my thumb, and that’s it. Her back curves off the bed, her eyes wide and unseeing, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“So beautiful. You’ve fucking ruined me, Lottie, in the best way possible. I love you so damn much.”
“Love… you… Quinn,” she moans as the final tremors of her orgasm subside.
I move up her body until I reach her mouth and kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue against hers.
After a minute, she pushes at my chest. “My turn.”
I lie back against the headboard, my cock angling up from my body. “Climb on, Sunshine.”
Lottie straddles my hips, and I hiss out a breath as she grasps me, positioning me at her entrance. Her slide down my cock is heaven. Her name leaves my mouth like a prayer, her body my place of worship.
She bites her lip as she grinds, gasping as I brush my thumb over her clit. With slow undulations of her hips, she rides me leisurely, using me to chase her pleasure.
Her half-lidded eyes find mine. “Is this okay?”
“Do what feels right for you, Sunshine. Don’t worry about me. Just being inside you feels fucking spectacular.”
She moves against me, taking me deeper into her tight, wet heat. Her breathing speeds up with her hips as she angles them to give herself the greatest pleasure.
“Oh,” she gasps, rocking hard against my pelvis. “Oh, Quinn.”
“Don’t stop,” I encourage, grabbing her fleshy hip with the hand of my good arm. “Make yourself come on my cock, sweetheart.”
“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn,” she chants, tilting her hips so her clit hits my thumb with each pass.
“That’s right, Lottie. You say my name when I’m inside you.”
I lose myself in the tight squeeze of her muscles and the soft bounce of her ass against my thighs. She whimpers at another stroke of my thumb and contracts around me. My balls draw up, and the base of my spine tingles with my impending climax.
“Shit, Lottie. You feel so hot and wet and tight. I can’t hold on. Tell me you’re with me. Tell me?—”
Abruptly, she seizes around me as she comes with a choked cry. That’s all it takes. I explode inside her violently. The pleasure turns me inside out, the noises leaving my throat guttural and feral.
I’m vaguely aware of Lottie collapsing on top of my heaving chest as reality slowly returns. I must zone out for a few seconds because the next thing I know, Lottie is nudging me with a glass of water and the painkillers. I chug them down, gathering my woman close as she climbs back into bed.
I want to stay awake. I want to talk and kiss and love her into the night. But my exhausted body has other ideas.
“Go to sleep,” she murmurs, placing a kiss over my heart.
And I do, knowing my Sunshine will be here when I wake up.