Despite his commanding words, he moves his hips slowly, allowing me to adjust to the feeling, and eventually the pinch of tightness gives way to pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
His forehead drops to my shoulder when he’s fully inside of me, our bodies connected as one for the first time since that night months ago.
“Fuck me,” I urge him, moving my hips to try to get some movement.
He grips onto my hips, stilling them as he lifts his forehead and says, “I got you. All you need to do is lie there and take it. Think you can do that?”
“Yes.” The word turns into a moan as he draws back and thrusts back in slowly, but measured.
Each time he pulls out, he thrusts back in faster than before, making me whimper each time. It’s pain and pleasure rolled into one, a heady combination that I’m a mess for.
I’m dripping all over his cock, my nipples are rock hard and sweat’s dripping down the sides of my face.
“Play with your clit. I need to feel you come on my cock before I fill you,” he says between breaths.
My hand drifts down to my clit, playing with it just the way I like as he rams into me, his thrusts less measured and more wild, the unrestrained version of himself that I’ve been craving.
“Choke me,” I tell him, knowing it’s what I need.
Quentin reaches his arm between us until his hand is gripping the side of my throat, the pressure making me clench from the dizzying pleasure.
“God, Teagan, look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well,” he says appreciatively, his words taking me closer to the peak I’m so desperate to fall off of.
Quentin removes his hand from my neck, trailing it down until it rests on the side of my belly. “I want to keep you like this. Pregnant and full of my cum. Fuck, it’s all I’ve been dreaming about.”
His words set me off, my pussy squeezing around his cock as my thighs shake, and my world blacks out with bliss. I ride the high as he continues to fuck me, and when I become conscious, I realize I may have a breeding kink when it comes to him, because those words set me off in a way I never knew was possible.
Quentin adjusts us so that he’s between my legs now, fucking me in missionary. His lips come down onto mine, kissing me so expertly despite the unabashed pace he’s fucking me with.
His head falls to my neck as he comes, grunting and groaning as his entire body shakes. We both lie there, limp and breathless as we try to regulate our bodies after that mind-blowing experience.
Our first was great, especially for a random one-night stand. But now…with these feelings, it’s so much better than I ever thought sex could be.
I kiss the top of his head as my fingers dance across his back, up and down.
Quentin’s head pops up, looking at me in a way I’ve never been looked at before.
“I like you a lot,” he says, making me giggle.
“I like you a lot too.”
I don’t know what it’s like to love someone, and it’s far too soon for us to be saying it, so I like this version for now.
He smiles, a big beautiful smile that makes my chest warm knowing I put that there.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I press my lips to his, but he doesn’t let it linger too long as he pulls out of me and gets off the bed.
He returns with a washcloth and proceeds to clean me up, and once we’ve both gone to the washroom, we return to his bed, naked and cuddling.
My head is on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as we bask in the silence and beginning of this new part in our relationship.
Which reminds me…
“Are you—” we both say at the same time, making us laugh.
“You go first,” I tell him.
“Are you okay? Everything feels fine?” he asks as he plays with my hair.
