“And now?”
He leans over me, his face just inches from mine, his arms taking his weight. “With you it's different.” He presses a kiss to my mouth. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure.” I smile.
We’re really going to do this. This is actually happening.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Dwight reach down between our bodies and runs the tip of his cock through my wet folds before lining himself up to my entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by delicious inch allowing me to adjust to his size.
We both release a moan when he first enters me. He’s big, and even though it’s not my first time, it might as well be, there’s a slight twinge of pain, but it's quickly overshadowed by the pleasure of feeling him filling me, stretching me in the most perfect way.
He stills once he’s fully inside me, then after a moment, he pulls out and plunges back in, over and over, with a hard steady rhythm. He leans down and covers my mouth with his, eating up my moans as he thrusts into my body.
God, how I’ve dreamed of this... The feeling of his body covering mine, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, the feel of him inside me, fucking me.
We fit together perfectly.
If ever there was a moment in my life I wanted to savour forever, a time that I never wanted to end, it would be this exact moment.
Sweat beads on his forehead as he continues to pound into me.
“More,” I moan.
He pulls out and grips my waist, flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling me up onto my knees, my ass in the air, my cheek pressed against the mattress, before driving back in.
“Oh God, Dwight!” I cry out. This new position that has him so deep inside me, as his thrusts come harder and faster, bringing me closer and closer to my release. In this position, he has complete control over me.
His fingers dig into the flesh on my hips, as he continues his punishing pace. A deep groan escapes him with every thrust, the sound has me clenching around him, squeezing him which makes him moan even more.
“Dwight, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Quinn,” he demands, his voice low and raspy.
And I do. I spasm around him, squeezing him so tight, my legs shaking underneath me as I struggle to hold myself up.
“Good girl,” I hear him say behind me, and it only takes him a few more hard thrusts before he follows me over the edge, a deep groan escaping him as he empties himself inside me, his thrusts becoming long and slow.
His head falls to my shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside me as he pants for breath. After a minute, he pulls out of me, and I instantly miss the feel of him inside me as he disappears out of the room.
I fall onto my side, bringing the covers over my cooling body.
Dwight comes back moments later with a damp washcloth, which he uses to clean me up, and tosses it to the floor once he’s done, and climbs back into bed beside me under the covers, pulling me into him. I rest my head on his chest and I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.
“No going back now.” I hear him say before I drift to a blissful sleep.
Chapter 37
Dwight
Iwake up to find Quinn wrapped in my arms, my heart instantly warming at the sight of her, her breaths wafting over my chest, her eyes darting around her eyelids, still deep in sleep.
I look outside her window to see the sun beginning to set as dark grey clouds gradually roll in. We’ve been asleep most of the afternoon, and as much as I could have stayed in bed and watched her sleep, I slip out of bed leaving her to sleep, pull my clothes back on, which are still damp from the rain earlier, and leave her apartment in search of food. I find a small pizza place just around the corner and bring us back some food.
I haven’t been gone long, and when I come back, I hear the shower running.
She’s awake.
I set the food down on the coffee table before heading to the bathroom. I open the door slowly, and a cloud of steam spills out, blurring my vision. After a few seconds it clears and I see Quinn with her back to me, standing under the stream of water that cascades over her body.
