“I didn’t come here to talk about my sister. I brought you here to have you all to myself. No interruptions, nobody to take your attention away from me.”
“Then I think it’s time you showed me your bedroom.”
I lifted her, and she wound her arms around me with a giggle. I buried my head in her neck, blowing raspberries on her skin. She tried pushing me away, but I held her to me, walking us to the last door on the left.
I pushed the door open, a fresh lemon scent greeting us. Mom had the place cleaned once a month, and the team must have been by recently. They didn’t know who owned the place, and their codes and fingerprints were always erased from the system after they were done.
Placing Quinn on the bed, I kicked my shoes off and joined her. Suspended above her, I took a moment to drink in her features and commit them to memory. Her sparkling bronze-colored eyes, full red lips, and rounded cheeks.
Her hair was spread around her like a halo, the curls soft to the touch. I leaned in and kissed my way across her face, starting at her earlobe. I loved how she responded to every touch and kiss, her body arching into me, her arms winding around me, holding me close.
Spurred on by her moans, I made my way to her mouth, needing to feel her lips on mine. Her hands were running up and down my back, having found their way underneath my T-shirt.
Needing to feel her skin on mine, I sat up, then ripped my shirt off. Quinn looked at me from behind half-closed lids, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. Unable to help myself, I placed soft kisses on every inch of creamy skin I exposed.
She must have used a peach body lotion, a trace of the smell still lingering. I took her shirt off, the bra next, my mouth hungrily lavishing attention to one nipple, then the other.
I’d never thought of myself as a breast man, but Quinn’s inspired me to worship and pay special attention to them.
And her response told me I wasn’t the only one who loved my newfound devotion. Her hands pulled at my hair, holding me to her.
I came back up for air, both of us breathing hard, before taking her mouth in another kiss, our lips fusing, our tongues tangling.
She pulled her leg up, then pushed forward. I was much bigger than her, so there was no way she could ever push me over without my consent. But since I liked what she did when she was on top, I was only too happy to roll onto my back. If I was honest, she could lie there and not move much and I’d still be turned on more than I ever had been with anyone else.
Watching her sit astride me, her glorious tits bouncing, I went painfully hard.
I reached out, but she slapped my hands away. “Nuh-uh, my turn.”
She copied my earlier ministrations, placing kisses on every exposed inch of skin. When she made it to my pants, she didn’t hesitate to open my belt and button, then slid the zipper down.
She put her hands inside my boxers and pulled them down. I complied with her silent command and lifted off the bed. She slid everything down to my ankles, then wrestled my pants and boxers the rest of the way off.
“You’re so perfect that sometimes I wonder if you’re real.” Her voice was hushed, reverent, her eyes wandering over my body, greedily drinking me in. I reveled in her attentions, relaxing into the soft mattress with a satisfied sigh.
“I should be saying that to you, because you’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever met.”
She took a shuddering inhale, then leaned down, licking me from root to tip. I nearly came at the feeling of her hot tongue on me.
Sinking my hands into her hair, I held her to me, careful to leave my grip relaxed. Her hand disappeared between her legs. The fact that she was aroused from this was a turn-on unlike any other.
I was getting close but didn’t want to blow inside her mouth. I wanted to feel her clench around me. “I want to come inside you,” I pressed out between clenched teeth.
Releasing me with a loud pop, Quinn looked up, her hair tousled around her face, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust.
Unable to wait any longer, I pulled her up and then flipped us over. My hungry mouth found hers, my hands shaking with the need to touch her.
Fumbling for my discarded pants that thankfully hadn’t gone far, I pulled out one of the condoms I’d put in my pocket earlier. Sliding it on, I lined up and slowly pushed in. Our breaths were heavy, our eyes locked, neither of us able to look away. I moved in and out, taking my time, hungry for her every little mewl.
She wet her lips, and I leaned back down, following the path her tongue had taken with my own.
“Liam,” she moaned against my mouth. “I’m so close.”
I wanted to drag it out as long as possible, but I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. And when she tightened around me, her muscles clenching, her arms and legs winding around me tight, I knew I’d follow her over.
We came together in a beautiful explosion, made even sweeter after the slow build.
“You should have come to my bed every time you broke into my apartment instead of sitting in my chair. We could have been doing this for over a year.” Her voice was muffled since she’d buried her head in my neck.
