“No guy has what?” I ask when she trails off.
Licking her lips, she meets my eyes as she says, “No guy has ever made me come like that.”
I take in her face, the look in her eyes as she admits this to me. I’m glad she’s being honest with me about it. It makes me understand why she was so nervous earlier. I could tell even without her saying it. I just thought it was because it was the first time we were doing this and all our friends were sitting outside.
Not because a guy had never made her come with his mouth before.
Jesus, did her fucking ex even try, or did he just care about himself? Prick.
Sliding my arms under her ass, I pick her up, turning and walking her into my bedroom. Laying her back on my bed, I hover over her, my forearms resting on either side of her head. “Thank you for telling me that,” I whisper, dropping a kiss to her lips.
“Thank you for making it happen,” she says, smiling.
I slide a hand down the side of her body, grabbing the fabric of her dress. “Can you tell me what else you want?” I ask, inching the material up.
“You,” she immediately says, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
I pull it free with my thumb, leaning down to brush my lips against hers as I whisper, “You already have me, Quinn. Tell me what you want, what you need.”
She wraps her arms around me, pulling me down so I’m lying on top of her. “I need you,” she whispers, her eyes dark. “Need you to make me come again.”
I smile, rolling onto my back and taking her with me. “That’s my girl,” I say as I pull her dress up and over her head.
I roll us back so she’s lying beneath me again, sliding off as I rest on my side beside her. Running a slow, lazy finger along her collarbone, I drag it down between her breasts and over her stomach to the top of her panties.
Hooking it into the top, I slowly drag them down, smiling when Quinn lifts her hips. She kicks them the rest of the way off her legs as I drag my finger up the inside of her thigh and through her wetness. She moans, bucking her hips off the bed, and I tease her again, sliding my finger inside her this time.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Quinn,” I whisper, my mouth against hers. “I wanna make you come all night, every day, until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Not sure that’s ever going to happen,” she says, her words breathy and low as she grabs my T-shirt and pulls it off.
I laugh as she throws it across the room before reaching behind to undo her bra, which follows my T-shirt to the floor. “Fuck,” I moan, my mouth closing over one of her nipples as I suck and lick and gently bite.
Quinn arches beneath me, a low moan falling from her lips as her hands fumble with my boardshorts. Chuckling, I release her breast, rolling onto my back and making quick work of my shorts so we are now both naked.
Before I can move, Quinn is rolling over, her hand gripping my dick, which is achingly hard, before she slides it into her mouth.
“Holy fuck, Quinn,” I breathe out, my head falling back onto the pillow. “Babe, jesus.”
She slowly starts to suck me, her hand moving with her mouth as she moves up and down. It’s fucking perfect, the feel of her hot, wet mouth on me, and I don’t ever want her to stop, even if I’m desperate to fuck her.
I open my eyes, lifting my head from the pillow as I watch her, not sure I’ve ever seen anything hotter. But then she glances up at me, her eyes hooded, my dick in her mouth, and it literally takes everything I have in me not to come right then and there.
“Fucking hell, babe, come here, please,” I say, reaching for her. I roll her beneath me again, kissing her hard and deep. “God, that was so fucking good,” I murmur, my tongue teasing hers.
She smiles up at me, and then I’m kissing her again and reaching for a condom, somehow managing to get it on while never taking my mouth off hers. When I’m finally good to go, I pull back, my hand cupping her jaw.
“Tell me how you want this?” I ask, my eyes locked with hers, desperate to know what she wants.
With a smile, Quinn sits up, taking my hand, she stands from the bed before pulling me so I’m sitting on the edge of it. She steps closer, placing a knee on the bed beside my hip, followed by her other one on the other side, so she’s now straddling me.
Grinning, my hand finds her ass, my other one grabbing my dick as I position it for her. Quinn smiles, her mouth on mine as she slowly lowers herself onto me.
“Oh god,” she groans as my grip on her ass tightens.
“Quinn, fuck,” I growl.
And then she starts to move. I let her set the pace, which is slow and the best kind of torture, as she takes me deep inside her with every move of her hips. We both watch where we’re joined as I disappear inside her, the condom covered in her wetness.
