Without my touch to distract him, Quinn’s kisses gentled, his control returning. He nipped at my lips and then pressed sweetkisses to my chin and down my throat, sliding south as he played with my right breast, squeezing, kneading, and sculpting it, his thumb strumming at my nipple. All the while he took my left nipple into his hot mouth.
“Quinn!” Sensation scored down my stomach to between my legs.
I was nothing but quivering limbs and need as he took his time suckling and licking at each of my nipples until they were flushed and swollen and tender. His name fell from my lips over and over, seeming only to make him more determined to kiss every inch of me. His mouth touched upon every dip and curve of my body, exploring my ribs and down my stomach, my waist, my hips, as his hands moved over me, needing to touch, to lick, needing to pet.
Finally, I could take no more.
I grabbed at his shirt, curling my fist into the material. “Get naked. Get naked now,” I demanded hoarsely.
Quinn grunted in amusement at the order, but he pushed off the bed, eyes hot as he tugged his shirt up and over and threw it behind him. I pushed up on my elbows to drink in every inch of him as he worked on his boots and jeans. He was beautiful.
His body had changed too. His shoulders were wider, a thickness to his muscles compared to the sinewy strength of them in his youth. He was no less gorgeous, though. Naturally tan skin rippled over defined pecs and his hard stomach. Thick thigh muscles and carved calves almost distracted me from his large erection that strained his boxer briefs. Almost, but not quite.
My nipples peaked in reaction as he peeled his underwear over his cock and pushed them off.
His cock was generous in proportions, length and girth, and, just as I remembered, it curved slightly to the left. Right nowthe veins along it throbbed visibly, the head so dark red it was purple. Precum glistened at the tip.
My lower belly squeezed hard.
“You’re beautiful, Quinn,” I whispered.
His lips curled ever so slightly at the corners, perhaps bemused by the word choice but apparently pleased, nonetheless. In seconds, he retrieved a condom from his wallet, and wet pooled between my thighs as he rolled it down his cock.
Then Quinn prowled over me, bracing his hands on the bed at either side of my head. I widened my thighs so he could settle between them, excitement shuddering through me as I dug my fingers into his muscled back.
“Are you ready, Mo luaidh?” His question was hoarse with need.
“I’m ready.”
His expression was almost feral, and utterly thrilling, as he suddenly gripped me by the thighs and jerked my hips upward.
I let out a whimper of anticipation as Quinn lifted my lower body off the bed. Attention focused between my legs, he guided his cock to my entrance. My inner thighs trembled and my fingers clenched the duvet at the hard heat, the pressure of him pushing inside.
Quinn gritted his teeth, almost baring them at me. “Tight.”
It had been a while for me, to be fair.
Thankfully, I was fully open to his invasion and very, very wet.
He made a guttural sound, his eyes narrowing with pleasure as he pushed in to the hilt.
He was so overwhelming. I was so full with him—it was like he was everywhere. “I forgot,” I panted, reaching for him, my hands wrapping around his forearms as he continued to hold my lower body up for his thrusts.
“You forgot what?” He slid gently back out.
The drag of his cock caused the tension coiling inside me to tighten.
“Uh!” My head fell back on the bed, my eyes rolling shut. “Quinn!”
“Open your eyes.”
They flew open at his dark, demanding tone.
“Forgot what?” He held still, just the tip of him inside me.
“How amazing you feel.”
His nostrils flared, a possessive look I remembered from our youth heating his gaze. “I never forgot, Taran. I never forgot how fucking perfect your pussy is. How perfect it is around my dick.” On the worddick, he thrust. Hard.
