“Wanna ... touch?”
As if her words had unlocked my temporary paralysis, I lunged toward her, rolling both of us until she lay beneath me, the jersey hiked to just below her breasts. I straddled her hips, my cock between us, straining under the material of my boxers. Quinn’s eyes were luminous as she stared up at me, and then to my surprise, they filled with tears.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” I swiped her cheekbones with my thumbs. “Did I hurt you just now?”
She shook her head, closing her eyes as a couple more salty drops spilled out. “Happy tears. Relieved tears. God, Leo, I thought ... I was afraid I’d never be here with you like this again. I was terrified we’d never find our way back to each other. I just ... I love you. I never want to lose you again.”
“I promise you never will.” I gathered her to me, sweeping her hair back so that I could bury my lips in her neck. “This is it, Mia. This is our time. These are our days, just you and me.”
She turned her head a little to gaze up at me. “Love me. Remind me how good we are together. Just—love me hard, Leo. I need you.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I tipped her head back and touched my lips to hers, thinking I’d be slow and gentle. But the moment her mouth opened to me, it was all over. I could only take and consume, blindly intent on pleasure and connection for both of us.
My tongue thrust into her mouth, and with a muffled cry, Quinn met me, stroke for stroke. Her lips were as aggressive and needy as mine were, and when she sucked my tongue, teasing the underside with the tip of hers, I almost lost my mind.
My hands fumbled under the jersey until I had her tits in my palms. She inhaled sharply and threw back her head, guiding my mouth to the pink tips that wanted my attention. I closed my lips over one at the same time that I teased the other with the pads of my finger and thumb. When Quinn made a low purr of appreciation, I knew I was doing something right.
“This—” I fisted the jersey. “It’s fucking hot, babe. Seeing you in my jersey makes me so hard.”
“I noticed.” Her hand insinuated itself between us to circle my shaft over the boxers.
“Ah.” I took a deep breath.Focus, dude. Blowing your wad the first time she touches you is so not cool.“Yeah. But it needs to come off now, because it’s in my fucking way.”
“Okay.” Quinn crossed her arms in front of her and pulled off the jersey over her head, tossing it to the floor. “Better?”
I pushed her gently back down onto the mattress, knelt between her spread legs and dropped my mouth to her breasts again. “So. Much. Better.”
Quinn threaded her fingers through my hair. “I don’t think there’s anything hotter than your mouth on my boobs. God, you make me feel so good.”
I lifted my chin a little to smirk up at her. “Oh, there might be something hotter.” I skimmed my lips down the smooth skin of her stomach, pausing when I reached her belly button. “This right here, babe. The sexiest fucking thing ever. The night you sent me the picture of this and told me about getting it ... I didn’t get much sleep. I seriously considered flying out the next day.”
“I got it for me ... to prove I could ... but the whole time, I was thinking of you and what you’d think of it.” She raised her head and offered me a half-smile. “Glad it meets your approval.”
“Maybe I should just show you what I think.” So saying, I sucked the small ring into my mouth, tracing the rim of her navel with my tongue. When her hips arched in response, I trailed one hand down between her legs and parted her folds with my finger.
She was so wet, so responsive, that it took everything I had not to rip off my boxers and take her in one swift stroke. I swallowed hard, gave her belly button ring one more hard swipe and then took my mouth lower.
Quinn was almost sobbing as I kissed her sweet pussy. She surged up against me, giving little guttural cries that told me she was about to explode. It had been a long time for both of us, and my girl was about ready to go off like a firecracker. I pressed my tongue to her clit and plunged two fingers into her at the same time, and she rocketed off the bed, her moan long and loud and maybe the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard. I kept up, pumping my fingers and sucking as the orgasm ripped through her.
When she collapsed into the mattress, boneless, I worked my way back up to her mouth, kissing, licking and sucking as the situation and body part called for. I was trying not to rush, but holy fuck, my cock was aching. The need pounded in my head until I couldn’t hear anything else or think of any other option.
Take her. Now.
I paused long enough to kiss her hard on the mouth, rewarded by her low “Mmmmmmm ...” I struggled to get off my boxers, desperate to have nothing at all between us.
Quinn helped me ease them down, her hand pausing to squeeze my ass, which was really much appreciated but not exactly where I wanted her attention. She knew what she was doing, though; my girl had always known exactly what I needed, almost before I did, and her fingers closed over my dick, working me up and down with occasional forays to swipe her thumb over the leaking head.
“Can I use my mouth?” She rained kisses down my neck to my chest.
I shook my head. “Not now. Even thinking about your lips on my cock is dangerous territory at the moment, babe. I just want to be inside you. I want to come deep in you, and I want you to come again, with me. Save that talented tongue for next time.”
She smiled, raking her nails lightly against my shaft. “I’m considering that a binding promise.”
I laughed, but it sounded a little desperate even to my own ears. “Definitely, baby.” I slid down a little, so that my throbbing erection lined up to her swollen, slick center. “Mia, I want to tell you again—I haven’t been with anyone since we were together. But I’ll wear a condom if it makes you feel better. I just wanted you to know.”
Quinn shook her head. “I trust you. I haven’t, either, and I’m still on birth control.” She rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy. “I want you. All of you, with nothing between us.”
I couldn’t have waited any longer, even if the world had been ending and crashing down around us. I thrust into her, nothing gentle or tentative, sliding home until I had filled her completely. I stayed completely still for the space of several heartbeats, letting myself feel the perfection of this moment.
And then Quinn canted her hips, changing the angle of our connection, and raised her legs to lock around my hips. Just like that, I was gone. There was no finesse, no polish; I gave a loud, primitive cry and began plunging into her, holding myself above her body as we both surrendered to the desire we couldn’t—and didn’t want to—deny.
“Love you, Mia—love you so much.” I was close, so close, and about to lose it. Through sheer force of will, I held back until I felt her tightening around my cock and heard her breath began coming in soft pants.
Only then did I give one final, hard thrust, roaring in mindless, nameless and endless pleasure as I spilled myself into her, feeling my girl hurtling along that path with me. We soared, loving and giving and taking all at once, until we were both lying flat on the bed, gasping to catch our breaths, even as our hands continued to reach for each other.
Without opening my eyes, I pulled her to me, pressing her cheek to my damp chest and somehow finding the energy to bend my neck and kiss the top of her head.
“Your heart is racing.” I could feel the movement of her lips on my skin as she murmured. “This heartbeat ... it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.” Her fingers brushed over me.
“It only beats for you, Mia.” I whispered the words just before exhaustion and sleep overtook me. “Only ever for you, for now and for always.”
