Chapter 35 #3
She chases my lips, nodding. I grin and huddle her to my chest as I reach for the bedside drawer and tug it open.
The condom wrapper crinkles in my fingers as I rip it open without breaking our kiss.
Her fingers release my shaft, and I roll the rubber on, keeping my eyes on hers. She palms my spine and exhales.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” I ask, needing to be sure.
Her hips wiggle beneath me. “Yes.”
“Don’t judge me from our first time. I’m—you’re new to me.”
I watch humour light her features, and fuck me, it makes her glow from the inside out. My heart thumps wildly in response, and I waste no more time. With a shift of my hips, I press against her, watching as her eyes go as wide and her swollen lips part.
Pleasure lines her eyes. I moan loudly, the sound thick and rough. She spasms around my cock, tightening and pulling me deeper. My head falls forward, and I watch every inch that disappears inside before I pull back out. The shine of her arousal coats the shaft. I thrust forward.
“Fuck—shit, Beck,” she gasps, nails raking a hot line up my back. “I’m . . . I’m not used to this.”
“You think I am?” Stalling for a beat with every last inch buried inside her tight heat, I heave in a breath and wait for her to tell me to stop. “Yes or no. Tell me if I can keep going.”
“Yes! Move. Please move.”
Without wasting another second, I drape her thighs over my arms and part her wider for me.
The shift opens her completely, and I pull out until only the tip stays tucked inside before driving forward.
My rough movements make her tits bounce wildly, swinging with those thick nipples holding my attention.
I release one of her legs and reach for her chest instead.
Her chin dips in a frantic nod. My confidence roars.
“I want to be slow. Want to . . .” I shake my head, tweaking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her whimper tightens my balls. “Savour you. This.”
“Next time. There will be a next time.”
I shudder, then slide my arm beneath her back.
She goes pliant in my hold, not so much as twitching when I lift her off the bed and onto my lap.
The angle changes, and I move deeper, hitting a spot inside her that draws the loudest, sexiest noise from her mouth.
She loops her arms around my neck and clings to me, our bodies glued together as I buck up into her.
I force my eyes to stay open so I don’t miss a single thing.
But fuck, it’s hard. The pleasure is biting at the base of my spine and splintering outward, growing in strength with every thrust. My everything is in my arms, wrapped so tightly around me, and I’m losing myself.
I only feel her. Smell her, taste her. Every sense I have is overrun with Quinn, and I never want to go back to a time I didn’t feel this way.
This is how I want to spend every moment of the rest of my life.
My brain shuts off when she plants a hand on my shoulder and shoves me backward. I hit the bed and push my legs out before reaching for her, squeezing her waist. The curtain of red hair shields her face from me, so I grab it and hold it back, watching her move.
“Jesus fuck. I’ll come if you ride me, baby,” I warn between gritted teeth.
I’m already nearly there, and I refuse to go before her. There’s not a fucking chance on this Earth.
She seems to have the same thought and changes her position. The first press of her clit against my groin makes her shiver. I shove my hand behind her and squeeze her ass, pulling her forward, making her do it again.
“Yes—” she cries, bucking forward harder, faster. I dig my heels into the bed and thrust upward, pistoning into her at a pace that sends her eyes rolling back. “Beck! There . . . right there.”
I wedge my fingers between her and press on her clit as I fuck her, watching in slow motion as she drapes herself over me and tightens up, her pussy spasming. It’s approval, and I take it in stride.
“Come for me, Quinny. Let me feel this pretty cunt come all over me. You’re already dripping. So fucking wet for me. I want more.” She becomes a vise around me, squeezing and squeezing until I’m a breath from exploding. “Fuck yeah. You’re going to make me come. Make me come, baby. Please. I need—”
She sinks her teeth into my shoulder to stifle her scream, and that’s all it takes. I ride her through her orgasm and let mine take control. The condom works overtime as I release inside of her, pumping it full. My ears blow, and I can hardly breathe.
By the time I finally stop moving, I’m slick with sweat and panting into her ear. I turn my head and kiss her cheek, inhaling deeply. She’s trembling slightly. Concern prods my chest as I run my hand up her back.
“You okay?” I rasp, throat raw.
“Shhh.”
I crack a smile. “Sorry.”
“You got a tattoo for me.”
“I did. Are you freaked out?”
Her face remains tucked into my neck. “No.”
“I won’t tell you when I got it, then.”
“I can guess.”
Stilling my hand, I swallow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
A beat, then a barely audible “Not tonight.”
Even if I wanted to argue, I wouldn’t. Exhaustion lingers in my bones, and my shoulder aches something fucking fierce. I refuse to react to the pain, though. Not right now.
I’m not going to risk losing this moment for anything.