He slows his pace, his thrusts growing more shallow as I writhe on the bed in annoyance.
“Quin, please.”
“No.”
My mouth gapes. Now he’s just being the orgasm grinch.
Ass.
But to my surprise, he leans down, letting my hips lower to the bed, my back pressing into the mattress. “We have all night. We’re not rushing the best part.”
Crawling over me, he takes up a rhythm, slow and deep. Kisses find my neck, my breasts, and that hollow spot where my throat meets my collarbone. My hands wander through his hair as he tracks kisses around the soft flesh of each breast before sucking on a hard peak.
And the tight coil of an orgasm builds once again.
I slide a hand to my clit, letting my fingertips dance over the sensitive bud. A moan slips past my lips, and he notices where my hand is.
His harsh grip has my wrists pinned to the bed above my head a second later. “Determined to get on that naughty list, aren’t you, beautiful?”
I huff a sound that’s noncommittal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He plucks a nipple between his teeth.
Show-off.
A beat later, he has me writhing beneath him once again. But just as I think he’ll give in and let me have what I want, he flips me over. Hands on my hips, he kneels behind me, sinking in so deep I can barely keep myself upright on my hands and knees.
Holy fuck.
“Dammit, CC. Look at you. Perfect fucking curves, this gorgeous pussy swallowing my cock. A man could get addicted to this.”
I can barely breathe, let alone respond. And when his hand slides around my belly and down to my clit, fingers swirling over the bud, I all but face-plant onto the duvet. He’s playing my body like a harp. Strung tight, with every precise pluck of his finger sending me closer and closer to oblivion.
A hand fists my hair, and I cant my ass, wanting him deeper still.
“Quin, please.” The raw desperation in my voice should be embarrassing. But he simply leans over, sending kisses up myspine before an arm slips under my rib cage, hauling me up to him. When my back meets his chest, his lips brush my ear. “Keep begging, baby. Every time you make those pretty fucking little noises, I’ll give you more.”
“I—”
He shakes his head. “No words.”
Oh.
He’s still. Motionless and waiting.
He wants to hear me. I get nothing, not another inch, until I sing for him.
I send a hand down to my clit before my fingers explore the place we are joined, and we both moan at the same time.
I get one deep, languid thrust.
“Good girl.”
Oh god . . .
I lean back, resting my head on his shoulder as I rub my fingertip over my clit. The mewl that follows is dizzying.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Quin nips my neck, pulling out so slowly it draws more huffy little sounds from my throat. And when he thrusts back in, slower still, I’m all but crying out his name.
