“I’m ready.” Her voice is steady and firm, and I won’t insult her by asking if she’s sure.
Quinn’s made up her mind, and she knows exactly what she wants.
I brush my lips against hers, nipping at the tender flesh as I slowly sink into her, inch by painstaking inch.
She tenses beneath me, fingers digging into my lower back, and I freeze, tension coiling between my shoulder blades.
“Don’t stop.”
Her eyes lock on mine and something passes between us. An unspoken request.
With one quick thrust, I bury myself to the hilt.
Our hips slam together and electricity sizzles up my spine.
Quinn gasps and I pepper kisses along her neck and jaw as her body adjusts to my size. When I make my way back to her mouth, she crushes her lips to mine, the kiss hot and hungry and full of longing as her tongue mates with my own, caressing and probing and begging for more.
She whimpers and I begin to move. Slowly. So slowly. I pull out and sink back into her wet heat, knowing this is as close to heaven as I’ll ever get.
It’s fucking torture—the best possible kind.
The need to bury myself hard and fast is nearly impossible to resist, but as Quinn relaxes, her limbs become fluid. Her hands skate down my back, a slow, steady exploration that feels better than it should.
At first, her touch is feather-light, but then she’s gripping my ass, begging me with her eyes and actions, encouraging me to move faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Our bodies crash together in perfect harmony, the sound of our heated flesh slapping together, driving my arousal to new, maddening heights.
She moans and then she’s grinding against me, nails digging into my shoulders as she rolls her hips, chasing her own pleasure.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Use me. Use me however you want. I can take it.”
That last bit might be a lie. Sweat beads long my hairline and I’m so close to coming it’s taking all my self-control to hold my orgasm at bay, but no way am I going to come first.
I roll my pelvis, angling for the spot that will give her the most intense orgasm.
She whimpers and I do it again, repeating the motion over and over until she’s panting for breath, begging for release.
“I’m going to—” She cries out, my name on her lips as her muscles contract with pleasure.
Quinn’s face is fucking radiant when she climaxes, eyes bright, lips parted, and the way she says my name, chanting it like a prayer, has me pumping harder, faster, desperate to deliver every last drop of pleasure her sweet little body can handle.
Her pussy grips me tight and in just a few more strokes, I’m chasing her over the edge.
My orgasm explodes like a sonic blast, the shock waves pulsing through my limbs with no end and no beginning as I give one last thrust, burying myself so deep I can’t tell where I end and Quinn begins.
I hold her tight, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm as a shy, sated smile curves her heart-shaped lips.
“That was…” She pauses, as if searching for the right words, and my pulse spikes. “Well worth the wait.”
“Damn, right.” I pinch her ass and she squeals, wriggling beneath me. “The best things in life are always worth the wait.”
Truth. I’m one lucky bastard to be sharing this moment with her.
After, we lay entangled, a mess of arms and legs and blazing red hair and—
