Her hips roll, back arching a little as she breaks from the kiss. “Fuck, Quin...”
“More, baby?”
I pinch the nipple, and she’s all but writhing in my hold. Turning a little, I kneel with one leg on the sofa and lay her down. When I release her and move down the sofa, she whimpers, “No, don’t let go.”
“Not letting you go, I promise.”
I dot kisses over her collarbone, taking bites of her delicious, soft breasts as I drift over one then the other. Her hands crawlthrough my hair, her thighs falling apart at the same moment she moans, the movements coming together like a fucking symphony.
Gripping her hips, I work my way down her skin until I’m nipping the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Fingers slip away from my hair, curling around the fabric of the sofa. Her panties are soaked. I run a finger over the edge where the lacy material meets her thigh. “I did this to you, Celeste?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants.
“Fuck, luckiest man alive.”
“Qu—”
I slip a finger underneath the band to find silky velvet skin slippery with need.
I groan, letting the sound rumble through my chest and past my lips. Fuck, I am starving for this woman. More so than anyone I’ve ever met.
“These are coming off.”
Worry twists her face as her tongue pokes out, wetting her lips. And when her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, I tug the panties over her hips. She lifts off the sofa, her legs trembling as I dispose of the last thing between us.
She closes her legs, looking up at the ceiling. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, snappy movements.
“Celeste, look at me,” I rasp.
She shakes her head, pursing her lips.
“Baby, you’re fucking stunning. And I’ll die a slow and painful death if you don’t let me between these pretty thighs soon.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Which part?”
“All of it... some of it?” She winces.
“Tell you what. I’ll take my time, real slow, and you tell me when to stop. Okay?”
“A-alright.”
“Open these sweet thighs, CC. Let me in.”
They fall open and her hands cover her face instantly.
No fucking way.
I drag her hands from her face. “Eyes on me, or this ends now.”
A whimper puffs from her as she shifts her gaze to my face.
“Good girl.”
I move back a little more and dot kisses on the inside of her thigh, not breaking eye contact.
She’s tense. Strung out tight, but for all the wrong reasons.
