“Been there, done that?” Iasked.
Quinn nodded. “I forget everytime that if I don’t do this for a while it’ll be weird the next time. I dunnoif that’s something that eventually goes away,” he said.
A smirk quirked his lips. “But I guess wecan find out together.”
I laughed, then hissed as henudged me with a fingertip. Not quite enough pressure to push inside, but toomuch to ignore.
My cock spilled a few dropsof precome in response.
Hard to pretend I didn’t love this whenthe evidence was dripping down my belly.
“This is hot,” Quinn said,rubbing back and forth against me. Still teasing.
He was going to turn out tobe a menace.
“Glad you’re enjoyingyourself,” I panted, my hips rocking against his finger. I wanted this. Nopoint in trying to hide it.
“Gladyou’reenjoyingyourself. I thought maybe you were just letting me do this because you thoughtI wanted to, but your dick’s doing all the talking for you.”
“Does a lot of the thinkingfor me, too.” I grinned.
This was exactly what I’d alwaysimagined really good sex would be like. Fun and cheerful and full of laughterand jokes. Complete comfort with another person.
We could have this. Quinnand I, we couldhavethis. This comfort, this happiness.
“Well, it’s got great taste,”Quinn said. “Picking me and all. I’m incredible.”
I opened my mouth to sayyes, he was incredible, and yes, I had fantastic taste, but Quinn picked thatmoment to finally push inside me and the sound turned into a garbled moan.
Too much and not enough.Overwhelming and not quite satisfying.
It really had been too long.
“Tight,” Quinn murmured. “Takea couple of deep breaths and imagine how good this is gonna feel when yourelax.”
I laughed despite the suddenrush of feeling. Quinn was tellingmeto relax.
Of course, he’d had plenty ofexperience withthis, hadn’t he? And all on his own.
Another deep breath easedthe way, Quinn’sfinger slipping inside to the hilt with minimal resistance. A sigh welled upfrom the pit of my stomach, reminding me to keep breathing. To focus on howgood being touched like this felt.
“You’re a natural,” Quinnteased, rocking in and out. Stoking the burning ember of need in the pit of mystomach like an expert.
I shuffled on the bed,shifting to get comfortable, hooking one knee over Quinn’s shoulder.
“Your legs are ridiculouslylong,” Quinn murmured, still moving his finger as my body relaxed around him. Igasped as another stream of precome spilled out of my cock when he twisted,searching for sensitive spots.
He’d done this a lot. I lovedthe thought of that. Quinn exploring himself, working out what felt good, whathe liked.
Eager for the day he’d get to shareit with someone else.
I was so glad it was me.
“Have you considered,” Ibegan, pausing to gasp as he pressed a second finger against me. Was I ready?
The fountain of precome thatspilled out of me as he pushed it in told me I was. My back arched off themattress, a low groan tearing out of my throat.
Quinn had clever fingers.The fingers of a musician, and he was playing me like a well-tuned instrument.
