“Pressure is good,” she finally said through moans, loving the weight of Quinn’s body when she lowered herself on top of her.
“Okay…” Quinn lifted her head and smiled. “You like that? That’s a start…” She took Riley’s wrists and pinned them over her head, holding them down firmly with one hand while her other slipped into her bra again. “And do you likethis?” Arching a brow, Quinn bit her lip as she studied Riley, who wriggled in her grip.
“Uh-huh.” Riley couldn’t speak through her arousal. She was throbbing and writhing, marveling at how Quinn had managed to figure out what she craved within a matter of seconds.
“Do you want me to let go of you?”
“No.” If there was one thing Riley was sure of, it was that she loved being pinned down. The fact that she was at Quinn’s mercy drove her wild, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why she’d never come to this conclusion before. Perhaps because the few lovers she’d had never made her feel this connected to them. She and Quinn were emotionally, physically, and spiritually in tune with each other, yet she felt raw and vulnerable.
Quinn brought her mouth to Riley’s ear and inhaled deeply against her hair. “I think I’ve figured you out already,” she whispered in a teasing tone.
Quinn’s breath in her ear made Riley squirm. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to beg for, but she didn’t know where to start.
“So, I’m going to give you what you need, and if you want me to stop, just tell me.” Quinn hiked up Riley’s dress farther, still holding her down with her other hand. “Will you do that?”
“Uh-huh.” Riley was unable to form a sentence, so she held her breath while Quinn pulled her dress all the way up, revealing her black lingerie.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” For a moment, Quinn let go of her as she reached around Riley’s back to unclip her bra and pull it away. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing so many things to you…” She paused as her eyes lowered to Riley’s small breasts. “Many, many things.”
In a reflex, Riley brought her hands to Quinn’s face, but Quinn swiftly took her wrists again and pinned them back over her head. “Don’t move, Riley. Give yourself to me. I promise you won’t regret it.”
40
QUINN
Riley tensed in Quinn’s grip as she stared at her hungrily. Her eyes reflected immense arousal and a heightened sense of awareness but also a flash of nervousness and vulnerability. It drove Quinn wild when women looked at her like that; it was almost more satisfying than the act itself. She loved being in control; she ran her own company, she liked being single so she could live her life the way she wanted, and that same control extended to the bedroom.
Quinn had never asked herself why she felt the need to be in control, but now it crossed her mind for a brief moment. It was curious that she still wanted to have the upper hand, even though she trusted Riley with her life.
Riley’s chest shot up again when Quinn skimmed her breasts, lazily tracing her fingers over Riley’s nipples so softly she barely touched her, yet Riley was highly reactive, shaking at every touch. Priding herself on being a pleaser, Quinn wanted to give her a night she’d never forget.
“Can I take these off?” she asked, tugging at the thin elastic of Riley’s panties that followed the curve of her hipbones. When she let go, it snapped back against Riley’s skin, causing her to shudder.
Riley nodded and lifted her hips so Quinn could pull them down. Her legs were trembling and her chest heaving, but she kept her arms over her head while her eyes followed Quinn’s every move. “I want to feel your skin,” she murmured with a pleading look.
Quinn smiled and got up to undress, the premise of covering Riley’s body with her own sending twitches between her legs. Lying there naked, Riley’s beauty radiated from every pore, and Quinn absorbed her curves and her flesh with all her senses. Her small, perky breasts, her shapely legs and waist, the strip of hair between her thighs that Quinn was dying to trace with her tongue, her elegant neck, her lips the color of wild roses, her big, brown eyes full of longing, and her long, dark locks that were draped over the pillows like a crown.
Quinn took it slow, fixated on Riley as she peeled off her layers. Riley’s eyes darkened and intensified as she looked Quinn over, and a soft moan came from her lips. She parted them as her gaze darted up and down, over Quinn’s legs, hips, and torso, to her breasts and her face as she stood there in nothing but her boxers. Riley was drinking her in with her eyes, for the first time looking at a near-naked woman this way. Curiously, intently, hungrily, with a fascinated glimmer that told Quinn she hadn’t changed her mind. Quinn was confident in her body. Doing physical labor five days a week was all she needed to stay in shape, and she could tell Riley appreciated what she saw.
“Are you still okay?” she asked, but only out of courtesy. It was clear that Riley had no intention of going back, and Quinn didn’t want to stop either.
“Yes.” Riley’s ribcage rose, and she held her breath. “Fuck, you’re…” Her hands clawed at the fabric of the pillow above her head. “You look so…” Unable to find words, her voice trailed away.
Quinn crawled back onto the bed and steadied herself over her. “Riley, I’m so, so hungry to taste you, and I’m going to feast on you,” she whispered, casting her gaze over Riley’s hard nipples that rose and fell rapidly with the ragged sound of her breathing. She dipped her head to Riley’s stomach and kissed it, then worked her way down while caressing her thighs, spreading them apart when Riley’s hips bucked against her.
Slowly running her tongue over the length of her sex, Quinn moaned as she dug her fingers into Riley’s thighs. She tasted delicious, familiar in a way, and although Quinn wanted to take it slow, Riley’s reaction made it hard to hold back. Her body pushed into her, lifting, begging. Exhaling hot and damp air between Riley’s legs, Quinn watched her tremble before she closed her warm mouth over Riley’s clit and sucked. Riley tensed and cried out; a deep, strangled cry as if she was close to exploding already. Instinctively, her hands moved to Quinn’s hair, fisting it while she pushed her tighter against her.
Quinn let her while she feasted on her, then came back up to meet her face with a teasing grin. “What did I tell you?” She enclosed Riley’s wrists in her hand, restraining them over her head again.
“You…” A deep frown settled between Riley’s brows. “You can’t stop now.”
“Who said anything about stopping?” Quinn smiled against her lips. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Before Riley had the chance to answer, she kissed her hard and passionately, thrusting her tongue into Riley’s mouth while her hand drifted down between Riley’s thighs to stroke her. She was wet, throbbing, and so responsive Quinn thought she might come instantly as she carefully entered her with two fingers. She sighed at Riley’s tight wetness gripping at her fingers and her heated skin that felt so perfect against Quinn’s.
Pushing into her with her body weight, Quinn penetrated her deeper, then pulled back and started fucking her, slowly at first, moving in sync with the rise and fall of Riley’s hips as she kissed her. It was glorious to feel Riley’s legs wrap around her as she gave herself, throwing her head back and moaning loudly. With her grip on Riley’s wrists, their mouths pressed tightly together, and her fingers filling her up over and over, Quinn felt closer to Riley than she’d ever felt to anyone. Their movements turned wild and erratic as Riley pleaded for more with her body language, moaning, writhing, trembling, and nodding as she forced her eyes open to meet Quinn’s when Quinn lifted her head to look at her.
“Oh my God. I’m…” Riley tensed as her fists clamped around Quinn’s hand. Lightning struck outside, flashing across Riley’s body and lighting up her angelic face that was bathed in ecstasy. Seconds later, the thunder rolled above them, and rain started clattering onto the roof in a rhythmic drip.
“Come for me, Riley,” Quinn whispered, curling her fingers inside her. Her lips pulled into a smile when Riley shook in her arms, her body convulsing and her walls clamping around Quinn’s fingers. She felt Riley’s orgasm throughout her whole body, and it fed her with a sinful heat that made her throb. Never taking her eyes off Riley, she didn’t stop until she relaxed entirely and her satisfied body became limp beneath her. Riley’s fists loosened and her fingers stroked Quinn’s hand. She lifted her head, her lips searching for Quinn’s, and her feet softly brushing against Quinn’s legs, like she wanted to caress all of her at once.
