I keep a grip on her ass, moving my other hand to her clit, my thumb pressing against it.
“Kai, I—” she breathes, upping the tempo a little.
“I’ve got you, Quinn,” I promise, my fingers digging into her skin, probably hard enough to leave a mark.
Just the idea of marking her has me all sorts of possessive and feral, as my mouth now finds the skin of her shoulder, and I suck and lick, hard enough to leave a mark there too.
“Ohh,” she moans, her hips moving harder now, faster as she rides me.
I can already tell she’s close. I can feel the way she tightens around me with every roll of her hips. I press harder against her clit, needing her to come while I’m inside her, needing to know just how fucking good it feels.
“Kai,” she breathes out, her mouth finding mine in a hard kiss, teeth and tongues clashing.
“Tell me, Quinn,” I groan into her mouth. “Tell me when you’re gonna come.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Now...I’m coming now.”
And she is. I can feel it, the exquisite vice of her pussy clamping around my dick. I groan, desperate to hang on, to let her ride this out, but I’m powerless to stop my orgasm, which rockets through me as I thrust up hard inside her and come.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. I can feel the hard beat of her heart, which mirrors my own as we both try to catch our breath. “You okay?” I eventually ask, sliding a slow hand down her spine and back up again.
Quinn laughs, a cute giggle that quickly turns into more. “Are you serious?” she asks, pulling back to look at me.
“Ah, yeah,” I say, smiling.
She closes the distance, brushing her lips against mine as she says, “That was literally the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I smile against her mouth, my hand sliding to the back of her neck as I hold her against me. “Oh, I reckon we can do better,” I say, even knowing that was the most intense sex I’ve ever had.
“Oh, you do, do you?” she asks, a teasing smile on her face.
Grabbing her ass checks. I reluctantly lift her off me so I can get rid of the condom before joining her back on my bed. “Yep,” I say, before burying my face between her legs again.
“You okay?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow.
Quinn is lying on her stomach beside me, her hands beneath the pillow as she looks up at me. She looks well and truly fucked right now, and considering it’s nearly three in the morning and most of the condoms are gone, I’d say she is.
“I’m good,” she says, her eyes closing in a slow blink.
I lean in to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Can I get you anything? A beer? Food?”
“An ice pack for my pussy maybe?” she suggests with a grin.
Chuckling, I grab her ass, my fingers moving between her thighs. “Sore, huh?”
“Only in the best possible way,” she says, rolling so she’s lying on her side.
“Yeah?” I whisper, pulling her to me.
“Uh huh,” she replies, her lips finding mine. “I probably won’t be able to walk for a week, but I honestly do not care.”
“Good,” I say, dropping an arm around her waist. “You can spend it in my bed.”
Quinn laughs, her hand resting on my chest. “If I do that, I’ll never walk again.”
“Even better,” I murmur, kissing her slow and deep. “Fucking hell, I can’t get enough of you, Quinn.”
She smiles against my mouth, her hand sliding slowly down my back. “I’ve noticed,” she whispers. “I like it.”
