But just as it gets to the scene with Richard Gere and Julia Roberts on the piano, I hear Quinn release a quiet gasp beside me. I glance over, finding her lips parted, and even from the little amount of light, I can see her cheeks are flushed. Just then, she begins to move my hand up further on her thigh, guiding me towards where I’ve wanted to be before the movie even started. My hand brushes over her pussy which is covered by her jeans, but I know exactly what she’s angling for. I unbutton her jeans and pull down the zipper one-handed, and slipping my fingers into her panties.
I quickly let my eyes wander around me in case someone can see us, not that I really care.
I begin rubbing her clit with my fingers, circling it, before I move down, my fingers grazing her entrance which I find soaked. I dip two fingers inside her and start to pump. Quinn leans back in her seat, her legs widening a little more for me, and she grips my wrist, grinding herself on my hand, using the heel of my hand to rub against her clit, seeking the friction she needs.
On screen, Richard Gere has just lifted Julia Roberts onto the piano, undressing her from her robe. “Don’t take your eyes off the screen,” I tell Quinn, keeping my voice low.
Her breathing becomes heavy and jagged as I continue to pump my fingers into her.
Her eyes are fixed onto what’s happening on the screen when she reaches out, balling my jacket in her fist, her other hand coming up to her mouth in an attempt to stay quiet as her orgasm tears through her. She trembles beside me, her thighs squeezing together, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her hand as she rides out her high, her walls clenching around my fingers.
I watch the wave of ecstasy that takes over her, savouring how beautiful she looks in this moment.
She slowly begins to come down and only then do I pull my fingers out. They brush her still swollen, sensitive clit and she jerks, releasing a soft whimper.
I bring her fingers up to my mouth, the scent of her hitting my nostrils as I close my lips around my fingers, sucking her release from them, before turning to Quinn and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
It’s safe to say we both find it difficult to focus on the rest of the movie, but it’s soon over and we make our way out. When we step outside, it is spitting with rain, the dark clouds hanging low in the sky, the street is all-but deserted.
I grip Quinn by the waist, spinning her so she’s backed up against the wall of a building before taking her mouth, my tongue dipping in to taste her. I mould my lips to hers in a desperate attempt to get closer.
She drives me crazy. My fingers ache to touch her every minute of every day. When she’s with me, all I want to do is hold her close to me, feeling the warmth of her body radiate into mine, and when she’s not here, all I do is think about her.
I hate to admit it, and I’m almost guilty to say it, but I never felt like this when I was married to Grace. That thought tugs at my heart but it’s true. With Grace it was different. Of course I loved her, we were together for eight years, married for four, but it was never like this. Grace and I were comfortable, our relationship safe, but there was no passion, no spark, and back then I was happy with that. Content with the love of a good woman by my side, a woman I could picture my whole life with, but with Quinn, I feel alive for the first time in my life. Her touch ignites me, setting my soul on fire.
We hurry back to our room where I give her four more toe-curling orgasms before she falls to sleep, her spent body covering mine as I hold her in my arms.
I don’t sleep though, I just lie awake with her tucked into my body, her warm breath wafting over my chest. Every now and again she talks in her sleep, little mumbles that I can’t decipher, until one word falls from her lips as clear as day.
“Dwight.”
My heart explodes. She's dreaming of me, and that knowledge alone has me wanting things, feeling things I never thought I’d feel again.
Hope.
Love.
A future.
With this girl, right here.
I smile, and press a kiss to the top of her head, holding her a little tighter in my arms. I never want to let this girl go.
Chapter 40
Quinn
Iwake up refreshed, the sun streaming through the curtains that we must have forgotten to close last night.
Last night… the memories of what we did come flooding back to me and my cheeks heat, a smile spreading across my face. I roll over onto my back, stretching and releasing a yawn. Dwight is still asleep beside me, lying on his back, his hand resting on his stomach, the white bedsheet draped over his waist, exposing the hard planes of his chest and abs. I scoot closer to him, reaching out and running my fingers ever so lightly over his body, dipping into the valleys of his muscles. I work my hand lower over his stomach towards the sharp V that disappears under the sheets. Just as my fingers come to the edge of the sheet, Dwight grips my wrist so fast he startles me.
I look up at him, finding his eyes dark and full of lust. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, his voice low and thick but with a playful edge.
“But that was the point, I was going to getyoutofinish.” I smile, wiggling my eyebrows at him which makes him laugh, a deep rumble erupting from his chest.
“As much as I would love that, we have stuff to see and do today.” He throws back the sheet, giving me an eyeful of his morning wood that has my pussy aching, and he rolls out of bed and crosses the room, his bare ass flexing with each step.
Fuck, how is this man so hot?
