Eleven
WADE
Every fantasy I’d ever had about Quinn McCarthy faded into oblivion as I embedded the vision of her on my bed into my core memories.
On her hands and knees, with her lush tits brushing against the bedcovers, and her ass on full display for me.
That tantalising, white, lace g-string still in place, barely covering her core.
I took both of my hands and traced my finger along the edges of her barely-there underwear, over her hips, my fingers meeting in the middle where I lifted it, pulling the fabric and giving a gentle rub to her needy little clit. Quinn let out a low moan at the friction.
“Did you wear this delectable little g-string just for me?” I asked, my tone more dominant than I’d ever heard it.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“I might need to buy more of these for you,” I continued, toying with the string.
She pushed herself back, increasing the pressure on her pearl.
“The way they frame your round ass. Fuck. I love the idea that anytime I run my hand up your thighs that I would find your soft skin ready for me to grab or bite.” I leaned in and again laid open-mouth kisses on her cheeks again, giving them a nip.
My forefinger traced the lace over her mound, brushing lightly over her sensitive flesh. “So wet already, Quinn. Is this all for me?”
“Mmmmhmm,” she moaned in agreement.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years, sweetheart,” I rasped, placing the slightest pressure on her nub.
She whimpered with need. “That sound? I want to hear it again; I want to hear you moan my name. I want to drive you wild with pleasure. And when we’re done, I want to do it over and over again.
” Two fingers slipped under her g-string, and she gasped.
I toyed with her slick folds before returning to her clit, circling it, teasing it.
She bucked against me, impatient for more.
“Wade, I need you inside me,” Quinn pleaded.
Happy to fulfil her request, I slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping in and out.
Her moans were driving me crazy. I leant forward, capturing her bud in my mouth, circling it with my tongue, bending my fingers to find her G-spot.
I worked in tandem until she reached her crescendo, moaning my name as she released, her body convulsing.
As she came down from her high, her knees weakening, I encouraged her to lie on her back.
I took the g-string off and then laid next to her, pulling her face to me for a deep kiss, leisurely kiss.
“Don’t tell me we’re done?” she asked as I relaxed next to her, caressing her bare skin.
“We’ve only just begun,” I replied, kissing my way down her neck to her collarbone, the top of her breasts, and finally back down to her nipples, teasing and nipping each one before I sucked one into my hungry mouth. I was a boob guy, and I’d been fantasising about Quinn’s for years.
My urgency to be inside her overcame me; the sweet sounds she was making were like a siren song. I rolled over to reach inside the bedside table for the box of condoms. Fishing one out, I quickly sheathed myself and knelt between her legs.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked. I knew she’d been begging me before, but I needed to check in, make sure she was still on board.
“Never more ready. Please fuck me, Wade,” she said, hooking a leg around my waist.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Quinn, I’m gonna make love to you. Now we can do it hard and fast, or we can do it nice and slow—but make no mistake, we’re making love, Quinn.”
“Hard and fast, please. I need you inside me,” Quinn demanded, her tone leaving no doubt.
As she wished, I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and plunged inside in one go.
Quinn groaned, her walls gripping me like a vice.
I tried to think of International Financial Reporting Standards and other accounting principles—literally anything to keep me from blowing my load.
She felt like heaven, and I knew I would not last very long.
Quinn planted her foot and arched up to me, letting me know she was impatient for me to move. I pulled back and plunged back into her.
“Yes!!!!” she cried.
I pistoned my hips into her, building up speed with each thrust. Holding myself steady with one hand on the bed, I placed the thumb of my other hand against her clit for extra friction. At this pace, I wasn’t sure how long I would last, and I needed her to come one last time before I did.
Her breathing hitched as I watched the euphoria hit. My Quinn was beautiful in her release. My body stiffened as I followed her over that precipice. Leaning forward, I captured her mouth with mine. The kiss was claiming. Quinn was mine, and I was going to do everything I could to keep her.