“Have you ever considered,”I repeated, struggling to pick up the train of thought again. “That you’reridiculously short?”
“I’m a perfectly normal height,”Quinn said.
Before I could come up withanother response, he crooked his fingersjustright. My whole worldturned to stars for a moment, head spinning with the unexpected spike ofpleasure.
Yeah. Playing me like heknew every note.
And this was only going togetbetter. I could hardly wait.
“Ohfuck,Quinn,” I gasped in onebreath, thighs tensing as he started fucking me in earnest with those clever,curious fingers.
I wanted him closer, harder,faster. Everything. I wantedeverything. Now.
“I need more.”
My skin felt a size toosmall, hot and tight and prickling everywhere Quinn was touching me. His freehand stroked up and down my thigh, fingers tapping out a rhythm I couldn’t quite follow.
I was making an idiot ofmyself, but I didn’t care. Quinn could see me like this. Open and vulnerable andneedy.
The pressure of a thirdfinger pushing against me made my stomach bottom out. A rush of need washedover me, my teeth digging hard into my lower lip as Quinn paused, rearrangedhis fingers, and then pushed inside again.
I looked up to meet his eyesand had to bite down harder. Quinn’s pupils were blown, his eyes glazed, lipsparted. The picture of lust.
Being wanted feltgood.
“Remember what I said aboutnot needing you to be gentle, darling?” I asked, voice trembling no matter howhard I tried to force it under control.
Quinn smirked, his gazemoving from his own hand and working slowly up my body, leaving a trail of heatbehind. “Ican go slower,” he said, innocent puppy eyes looking at me as though he’d neverdone wrong in his life.
I opened my mouth toprotest, but Quinn chose that moment to twist his fingers, scrape my prostate,and then pull them out. A shiver ran through me at the rush of sensation, skinprickling like it was on fire.
My leg fell from Quinn’s shoulder as hemoved closer, stroking his cock as he looked me up and down. If not for thedark purple head and the way he gasped when he touched himself, I could almosthave believed he wasn’t as into this as I was.
The moment our eyes met,that illusion shattered completely.
Quinn wanted me.Stillwanted me. That felt halfway like a miracle.
He shuffled closer, reachingout to brace himself on my stomach. A smile passed between us and I got thefeeling mine was just as shy as his.
I wrapped my legs around hiswaist, locking my ankles at the small of his back, watching him line himselfup. The hot head of his cock pressed against me, slick with lube and precome. Itfelt bigger than it’d looked, but it always did, didn’t it? Nothing to be worriedabout.
“You sure?” Quinn asked,shifting his weight, his cock rubbing against me but not pressing in just yet.
This was crossing athreshold. We could both feel it crackling in the air between us. It wasn’t just aboutsex.
“I’m sure.”
I’d never been surer aboutanything in my life. I wanted Quinn with me, always. Not just in bed, either.
The gentlest nudge againstme was all it took for him to slip inside, the faint stretch and burn making mythighs tense, pulling him in closer. Oh, he was perfect.
“Okay?” Quinn asked, staringdown at his cock as it inched inside me. I would have stared, too. I loved thatthis was the first time he’d done this, that I’d always have this part of himto myself.
“Oh yes.” I rocked my hips,encouraging him to sink all the way in. A low moan rumbled in my chest as heeased forward, bottoming out with our bodies joined as closely as they couldbe, a moment of intimate bliss.
I hissed through my teeth ashe curled his fingers around my cock. His hands felt incredible on me, the wayhe explored my body like it was the most exciting thing he’d ever seen.
Before I had a chance torecover, Quinn rolled his hips in a long, deep stroke, the head of his cockrubbing over what felt like every nerve ending inside me.
