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F I F T Y S E V E N
- Madeline -
Quinn's kisses were urgent and greedy, as is if he were as hungry for my taste as he was addicted to my scent. With his hands and lips on me, I felt hedonistic and ethereal, like I was born to spend my days swimming in pleasure. Soaking in it.
His warm mouth explored mine until my tongue was coated with my own silky sweetness, my mind light-headed and weak with want. And all the while, he crushed his length against my clit, making my body buzz with anticipation.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine, his hard chest against the softness of my breasts. But to undress him I'd have to interrupt his rhythm, which I was increasingly reluctant to do.
"You look so fuckable in that dress," he said, his kisses moving messily across my cheek to my temple and then down the side of my face. "All I could think about during the ceremony was pulling it up and bending you over a pew."
I laughed and his mouth stole the vibrations from my throat, making me feel so breathless and taken I forgot everything besides us, everything besides that moment. All that remained was the weight of his need between my thighs and the irresistible pull of my own arousal.
Without thinking, I reached between my legs, tilted my hips down, and positioned him so he slid inside me on his next thrust, his solid length forcing me open in one slow, fluid movement. His hot flesh was raw and slippery, and my lower body burned as it concentrated around his swollen girth.
He groaned when it happened, his breath against my ear as he held himself deep inside me, unshielded from my molten core. He exhaled the air from the deepest part of his lungs, his body motionless apart from his throbbing hard-on. "You feel so good," he growled. When he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me, his pained expression made me feel irresistible. "I was going to take your dress off before I did that."
"Can't we take my dress off while we do it?"
"God, you're smart," he said, rolling over and taking me with him so I was straddling his lap, my dress falling around us like the petals of an upside-down flower. "And people think you're just a pretty face."
I rolled my eyes as he straightened his arms and leaned up. "No one thinks that."
"It doesn't seem fair," he said, his eyes sweeping across my cheekbones and lingering on my lips. "That you could be so beautiful and so clever."
"Stop it," I said, blushing as I reached for the delicate zipper between my shoulder blades.
He scooted backwards, dragging us to the head of the bed before stuffing some pillows behind him while his eyes traced my collarbone.
"Aren't you going to help me?" I asked, gathering the far-flung hem of my dress.
"Can't I just watch and feel smug?"
"Smug?" I asked. "Am I that hot?"
"You're the surface of the sun."
I scoffed and pulled my dress up over my head before he could see how hard he made me blush. Then I spent an eternity flailing inside the tangled layers of silk and chiffon until I finally escaped to meet Quinn’s thoroughly amused expression.
"You're right." He reached behind me and unhooked my strapless bra with one swift motion, causing it to fall and free my breasts. "That's much better."
I laid my hands against his solid chest, my fingers dripping down his muscles like raindrops as I let the weight of my hips sink to the base of his shaft. He was so deep I couldn’t inhale, so deep it tickled my tear ducts. I lifted my eyes from my hands to his face, marveling at how I could feel so naked and so safe all at once.
He slid his hands up my thighs and pulled the fleshy cheeks of my ass forward, once, twice, coaxing me into a rhythm that would bring us both to the brink. I leaned forward and gripped his shoulders, grinding against him like my salvation depended on whether I could crush my clit into a fine powder.
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and held firm as my hips circled him again and again. "That's it," he said, willing me to unravel. "Don't stop."
I blinked at him, my panting breaths escaping through parted lips. "You feel so good." I dropped a hand behind me and heard his breath hitch when I cupped his balls, his gaze sharpening as I fondled them gently.
He smoothed his hands up to my waist and pulled me down, forcing himself deeper until he probed my heart and pierced my soul. My pleasure was on display for him, and he was catching every moment of it. Every shudder of my breath, every flutter of my lashes. It was all for him, because of him.
"I'm almost there," I said, when my eyelids grew heavy and the pooling heat between my legs began to boil. "Come with me."
Quinn pulled me close and brought one of my breasts to his mouth, sucking my nipple hard enough to make a shiver shoot up the back of my neck.
I moaned as he massaged my other breast, sucking me as I fucked him, my body bubbling with want as I rode towards my release. "Yes," I breathed, my head falling back as I let go, my body suddenly as light as a bubble floating through the air.
When a breathless cry burst from my throat, he rolled over me and met my orgasm head on, slamming straight into it with hard thrusts that shattered every cell of my being. My useless arms grasped the mess of pillows behind me, my fists clenching as I came over him, squeezing his hot load deep into my core.
