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“Wrap your legs around me,” I panted, keeping my pace.
Her legs lifted, hoisted on my hips, and she gasped at what the change in position had done for her pleasure. Gripping my shoulders, a low groan started in her throat and I knew she was there. Reaching for her hips, I gripped them and drove into her like a madman. “That’s it, baby. Almost there,” I hissed out through gritted teeth.
I thrust, ground, and plowed into her, and the harder I did it, the tighter her pussy became. Then suddenly, her back bowed. Clutching at me, her eyes closed, her face became pained and her pussy jerked around my sheathed cock. Her back slumped and she kept coming, shuddering and gasping for breath, before she moaned long and low in her throat.
Her legs drooping off my hips, I placed my hands under her hips, lower until I gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading as I worked myself to release. My thrusts became jerky, and soon, I was overwhelmed by the feel of her. I drove in again, once, twice, then stilled inside of her, body unyielding, jaw set, panting and growling through gritted teeth. Warm spurts of cum filled the condom and I collapsed, my face buried in the space between her breasts.
Breathing heavily, I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her, panting at her skin, hoping I wasn’t too heavy for her. I mustn’t have been, because she entwined her legs with mine, lifting her hands to run her fingers through my hair.
A moment of realization shook me.
There was no place I would rather be than in Maya’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mia
Sex.
Who knew it would be so amazing?
I was banking on it being enjoyable. I was definitely not expecting mind-blowing, heart-pounding, and utterly blissful.
As far as first times go, I think mine was pretty darn good. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but when the pain subsided, all that was left was intense pleasure.
Or it could’ve just been the man delivering said sex.
Quinn was currently running a bath for me. I declined, but he insisted it would ease the aches in my body. What he didn’t know was that I wanted those aches. Those aches were proof I was touched. Proof that I was officially a woman in every way.
But as I sat up, pulling a sheet over me, I winced at the soreness between my legs. Quinn did not miss this. Stomping naked to the bathroom, he stated I would be going into that bath or he would be putting me into the bath himself.
Rolling my eyes, I gave in. And when I did, frowny Quinn turned into grinning Quinn. Both Quinn’s were fine, but when Quinn smiled, he made my heart skip a beat.
He walked out of the bathroom with a white robe on. “Bath’s ready. Need help getting in?”
I shook my head, pushing my chaotic hair behind my ear. “No, I can do it.”
Standing with the sheet, I walked into the bathroom, and before I even saw the bath, I smelled it. Rose, citrus, and vanilla assaulted my nose in the best way, and then I saw the bath and gaped.
It was not a bath. It was a Jacuzzi. Anyone who has ever been in a Jacuzzi knows the difference. There was no comparison.
Dropping the sheet, I clipped my hair up, climbed into the not-too-hot water, and immersed myself into the cloud-like bubbles. The moment I lay back, I closed my eyes and sighed in ecstasy.
Quinn was right. I felt all the tension ease out of my body.
My brows bunched as I felt someone leaning over me. Opening my eyes, a smiling Quinn stood by the Jacuzzi. “Thought you’d want some company.”
Before I could answer with a sultry, ‘Then why don’t you join me?’ he lifted his hands and dropped the three rubber duckies he bought me into the tub. At the look on my face, he chuckled then placed something on the edge of the tub. I glanced over at it. PH neutral soap. Actually, it read ‘intimate wash’.
He uttered a gentle, “That won’t sting when you wash your…you know.”
I looked up at him, a baffled expression on my face. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
He shrugged. “I might’ve Googled what I would need after deflowering a poor helpless maiden.”
I barked out a laugh. “You are too much, M—” Oh, shit. I almost called him Matt. “…my friend. Too much.” Phew. Good save.
He started to walk out when he spun back and asked, “Hey, do you mind if I shower while you’re in there?”
My lips puckered as I thought. Hell, we’d kissed, I sucked his man meat, he ate me like a last meal, and then he screwed my brains out. Did I mind him showering in my proximity?
No. No I did not. I shrugged. “Sure.”
Matt Quinn winked at me, undid his robe, and then let it fall to the ground in a puddle at his feet. I fought the urge to gasp. I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing a man like this naked. Every single time, it was like being presented a gift. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Had I spoiled myself by having a god of a man take my maidenhead?
Would I ever look at a ‘regular’ man in the same way?
I started to panic. What if no man would compare to Matt Quinn? What the hell was I supposed to do then?
Blinking down into my bath, I touched my lips with my fingertips and muttered a hushed, “Oh, shit.” What had I done?
Quinn looked at my face and, still gloriously buck naked, asked, “Hey, you okay?”
My response was five decibels louder than it needed to be. “Fine.” He jolted at my unexpected shout. I chuckled nervously then swallowed hard, responding much quieter, “Fine, sorry. I was just thinking.”
Smiling down at me, he shook his head and stepped into the shower.
My relaxing bath became anything but that as I watched him shower, sliding soap up and down his tight, strong body. I watched water trickle down those long muscular legs of his, and I was near panting at the erotic scene. I was a little peeved when it came time for him to wash his penis. I was peeved, because he turned away from me to do it.
I pouted. My pout was replaced by stunned awe as I got a good look at his soaped-up taut ass. My eyes snapped shut.
Dear Lord, please forgive me for being a harlot. I swear it was only a one-time thing. I’m not normally this whore-ish.
“How are you feeling, Maya?”
Eyes open, I responded honestly and with a soft smile, “Great. Really great. And thoroughly deflowered.”
Quinn chuckled. “Good. That’s what I’m here for.” A short pause, then, “Are you heading out or staying a while?” Immediately, my mood darkened. Was this his way of asking me to get out of his space? I knew the hour allocated had long since passed and was bordering three, but he told me not to watch the clock.
My chest squeezed as I opened my mouth to tell him I’d leave as soon as my bath was over, but he cut me off with, “Because I ordered a dessert platter and hot chocolate, and I was hoping you’d stay a while.”
As soon as my heart re-commenced beating, I answered a stunned, “I love dessert.”
I could hear his smile as he uttered, “Good, I was betting on it.” Then he added on a chuckle, “I mean, really. Who doesn’t like dessert?”
Before I could think, I stated, “No friend of mine.”
Quinn’s laughter warmed me. “That’s my girl.”
I bit my lip and breathed through the affect his words had on me.
A minute later, he stepped out of the shower, and if I’d thought a dry Quinn was incredible, a wet Quinn could easily make me swoon. Standing on the bath mat, he stretched a moment, and I was drawn in like a moth to a flame. Water droplets sluiced down his body as he ran his hands through his hair before taking a towel and drying off.
I shook my head as if to clear it. This wasn’t normal, was it? This was far too intimate a setting for two people who had just met. Surely, there was something wrong with this picture. And why was my heart beating like a drum?
Stop that, heart!
Quinn dried, put his robe back on, and then left the bathroom. He called out, “There’s a robe behind the bathroom door, babe.”
“Thanks,”
I responded faintly, still lost in my thoughts.
After soaking my sore body in the tub for a good half-hour, I rose, letting the water out and drying myself off, as well as my rubber duckies. I smiled as I wiped them down. I meant what I said earlier. I would cherish them always.
Making my way to the door, I removed the robe from the hook and put it on. It was clearly made for a man Quinn’s size, because I was swimming in the damn thing. As soon as I stepped out, Quinn looked up from his place on the bed and gasped, “She’s alive!”
I snorted. “Oh, ha-ha.”
He rubbed his hands together. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”
