“Gray,” Quinn started to protest, but she stopped when I slipped my other hand inside her jumpsuit and moved it downlower. Finally free of the straps, I encouraged her to sit up as I pushed the jumpsuit off her shoulders.
“Lie back,” I said as I pushed her back down. With a quick rise of her hips, I had the costume pulled down her legs and then on the floor. She was in a black satin bra and matching panties. Even with her eyes red from crying, she looked amazing. Her body was toned and smooth, and I watched as my fingers trailed slowly over her abdomen as she sucked in a breath at my touch. With a sharp tug at her hips, she lifted her hips once more as I pulled her underwear off her. I heard her gasp when I lifted the small piece of fabric to my nose before I tucked it in my back pocket.
“You’re perfect,” I told her as I dipped my head between her open thighs and took a slow lick of her pussy. She tasted so sweet I had to stop myself from lurching forward. “You taste good,” I whispered as my tongue traced over her. I was aware of the pain in my hand, so I adapted, using my other hand to slip my fingers inside her. My tongue lapped at her entrance as I moved two fingers in and out. “So fucking wet, is this all for me?”
“Yes.” Her whisper was almost inaudible as she arched her hips to meet my mouth, urging me to taste more of her. “Gray, please,” she moaned as I curled my fingers inside her.
“Please what?” I asked her as my teeth grazed over her clit.
“Make me come.”
I licked and sucked her slowly, ignoring her urges to go faster, and I lifted my head away when she tried to thrust her pussy into my face. I took my time until she was screaming her release, her walls clenching around my fingers as she begged me not to stop. As I took her to another orgasm, I unfastened my jeans and pulled my dick out, stroking it in time as my mouth moved over her.
“Gray, I need you,” Quinn groaned as I kept fucking her with my tongue. “Please, I need more.”
Unhurriedly, I pulled away and sat back on my heels as I looked down at her, savoring the sight of herspread out under me.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warned her as I stood and kicked off my boots and jeans. After a moment’s hesitation, I pulled my wallet out and then opened the foil packet before I rolled on a condom.
“I don’t want gentle,” Quinn told me as she watched.
Kneeling between her legs, I pulled her toward me. “Good,” I growled as I entered her in one thrust, ignoring the wince of protest in my hand and her cry of surprise.
How the fuck did she feel so fucking good? Her pussy was snug as I moved in and out of her slick heat. Quinn’s legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me in closer, and I pulled the cup of her bra down with my teeth before I was sucking her nipple as I drove my hips into her.
“Harder,” she demanded as her hands dug into my forearms and her back arched for more.
“Look at me.”
Dark brown eyes met mine, and I increased my pace. “Don’t stop looking,” I ordered as I pulled myself up from her, my good hand wrapping around the column of her throat. “Wider,” I commanded, and her legs dropped from my hips as she opened them wider for me. “That’s it,” I encouraged her as I picked up my pace. “You better be fucking close,” I warned as I gritted my teeth, feeling my balls tighten.
“Don’t stop,” Quinn moaned as her hand clutched at my hand around her throat.
Letting her go, I pulled her up suddenly until she was almost in my lap as I pushed my body harder into her. I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder, and pushing my hand between us, I pinched her clit as she cried out her release. I felt her nails rake over my back as her pussy clamped down on me, squeezing me until I had no choice but to let go, thrusting into her a few more times before we both fell to the bed, spent.
“Shit,” I groaned as I reached down for the condom, pulling it off and knotting it.
“Tell me they left,” Quinn whispered as she lay beside me, her breathing still heavy.
“Fuck, I hope so.” I draped my arm over my eyes as I tried to control my own breathing.
“I can’t believe you kicked the bathroom door down,” she muttered.
“Next time, just open it,” I said as I yawned widely.
“We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we probably do.” I felt her move closer to me, and I lifted my arm, letting her slip under it as I curled my arm around her.
“In the morning?” she asked softly.
“Sure.”
* * *
I fell onto my back as I caught my breath. I heard her panting beside me, and I felt the smile creep onto my face.
“That was intense,” Quinn murmured as she moved on the bed, and I felt her fingertips run lightly over my arm.
