Chapter 14
Fourteen
Reef
Bed? Sofa? I don’t care; the bed is two steps away from the sofa, and both are built to withstand what I’m about to do to Quincy.
The transition from the sofa to the bed does give us the ten seconds it takes to shed these clothes and grab what I need from the nightstand. I’m to the point where I could be convinced to fuck her raw, but I’ve never not been responsible.
She sees me rifling through the drawer and pronounces, “I’m on the pill.”
Well, shit. I’m all over it.
Once in bed, I have to touch her everywhere first. Quincy’s back arches upward as I let my hands explore every inch, over her pretty belly, her soft thighs, the tan lines at her shoulders and hips.
When I stop to worship her breasts with my mouth on one nipple and my thumb teasing the other, Quincy moans and begs for more. Slowly, I let go and switch, committed to getting her there gradually, slowly, making her as wet as possible.
Her strong legs come around my frame, demanding I give her what she wants.
I roll to my side for a moment and cup her between her legs, caressing, then splitting her open.
“So fucking wet, sweetheart,” I murmur, angling down to kiss and stroke and lick in all the places she likes, until she soaks my hand.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she says, sitting up halfway, her eyes wide as she watches me use her juice to paint my cock.
And then, I’m over her, notching in the weeping tip.
I let her guide me in, inch by inch.
The feel of her surrounding me is everything. So tight. So wet. So damn perfect I don’t want to move.
I slowly, carefully, bury myself to the hilt and stay there, face to face, watching Quincy’s expression.
“Good?”
Her eyes are shining. “You fit so good, Reef, I want to cry.”
I know exactly what she means.
Something snaps, and I begin to move in her.
Quincy reaches up to kiss me, clinging to me as I slowly thrust in.
“Oh…right there…”
Her thighs could splinter me in half, I don’t care. She feels amazing.
I push in, over and over, keeping a steady rhythm, until I can feel Quincy wriggle under me, demanding something more.
And that’s when I roll over, pulling her on top of me.
“Oh!” she yelps, steadying herself with a hand on my chest.
“Take it how you want it and let me watch.”
Her nostrils flare as she moves on me, riding me.
Her hips thrust forward in a steady, slow rhythm that gradually builds until she arches her back.
I press a hand to her belly and find my way down to her clit, rubbing it as she rides me harder. Faster.
The rough log bed frame smacks against the solid wall as the springs below us squeak and whine in a rhythmic protest.
My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles.
We come together, so hard I forget where I am for a moment.
“Fucking hell…”
“Oh my god…”
“That’s my girl…”
“So good…”
“Quincy…”
“Reef…
My body jerks and jerks. There’s so much cum. And when it’s over, I’m still hard.
But the bone-deep need, for now, is satisfied.
She’s so fucking beautiful on top of me, and I belong to her.
“I’m yours, Quincy.”
“Reef…”
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Quincy collapses on top of me, limp and spent, damp with sweat, and all out of breath. I slip out, missing her warmth, yet
holding her here, just like this, is bliss. She folds into my side, rubbing her hips.
“You okay?”
She nods. “Fine. Good. Wonderful.”
I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. We’re both exhausted and sticky and completely done.
“How’d I do, boss?”
I snort, “Come on.”
“You had to know I was going to ask for a performance review.”
“I have nothing to compare it to.”
“You’re just being nice,” she says.
“Fine. Here’s my review. Gives amazing head. Top tier cowgirl. Search and rescue needs some work. Okay at rope tying. Will have to experiment.”
She laughs. “Jerk.”
“You love me.”
After a long silence, she sighs. “I might.”
“Me too.”
Quincy looks up and meets my eyes. “Best summer job ever,” she says.
I give her a kiss. “Best summer ever. Period.”