I try not to think about how good it would feel to plunge into her right this second and take her hard and rough and fast. But that wasn’t my plan tonight, and if this was really just about some bucket list for her, I had one more thing left to check off the list.
Maybe I was an idiot for wanting to check that last thing off, but damn it, I wanted her to get everything she wanted from me. And I had no ideahow much longer we had. She could get a job offer tomorrow and be gone by next week with how Pops is faring.
“If we don’t go slow with this, I’m gonna hurt you. And I promised you I’d make it feel good, so we need to take our time.”
Her blue eyes peer at me, wide and bottomless. “This is the last thing on my list,” she says as those eyes of hers turn glassy.
I nod. “I know."
“I don’t want to be done after this,” she murmurs.
“This doesn’t have to be over until you want it to be, Quinnie.”
“I—I don’t want it to be over at all,” she says with a sad smile.
The words hit me dead center. My fingers tighten on her hips. I want to say something—should say something—but I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll spill everything I’ve been trying not to. That I don’t want her to ever leave. That I’m madly in love with her and don’t want to spend another moment without her. That I lied when I pinky swore to keep it casual because it’s never been casual for me.
Everything in me screams to hold on to her and never let her go. Quinn Dawson deserves more than I could ever give. So I swallow the words I’m dying to say and give her the only truth I can without begging her to stay.
“Me neither.”
I let my fingers graze over her naked body, tracking every dip and curve. Committing every inch of her to memory.
“You get to pick what you want to try first,” I say, gesturing toward the toys laid out on the bed.
She peers at them, eyes lit with curiosity. “I want to try them all.”
Fuck. I love her.
I’m so close to uttering those words, but I choke them back. This is about her. Her desires, her needs, her pleasure. Not mine. Something I’ve had to remind myself of countless times.
So, instead of blurting it out, I think first for once and wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me. I press a line of kisses up her shoulder to her neck, and she melts into me, pressing against my rigid cock.
“Believe me, I plan on putting every single one of those inside you at some point, but you can pick which you want first.”
Her breath shudders out of her as my hand slips between her thighs, teasing her clit with a soft brush of my fingers.
She leans forward, her shaking hand closing around one of the smaller plugs with a jewel-encrusted base.
“Leave it to you to pick the shiniest.”
“Mm, I do love shiny things,” she murmurs, shifting impatiently like she wants more of me.
I slide a finger inside where she’s already soaked and needy.
“This is going to look so pretty inside you, but we need to take it slow. Be patient like a good girl, yeah?”
Her head falls back to my shoulder as she groans. “It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve had you.”
“I know. It does for me too. Christ, you have no idea how much I want to bury myself inside you right here.”
My cock is lined up perfectly with the crease of her ass, but I’m bound and determined to do this the right way. Her body rocks against my hand, greedy for more. My control slips another inch.
“Bend over, Quinn.Let me see it.”
She whimpers and bends at her waist, giving me the perfect view of her ass. I grab the jeweled plug and the lube, making sure to coat it thoroughly before pressing it to her entrance. I don’t push it inside yet, just hold it steady as my fingers continue to work her clit and she slowly rocks back, rolling her hips in search of something to fill her.
The gem-tipped toy is right there, and she pauses, breath hitching in her throat as it slips inside a fraction.
