A silent agreement passes between us. She trusts me not to hurt her. I trust her to check in and let me know if something is too rough, and I lose myself in her.
I lose myself in her cunt, wet and tight and begging for another finger. I whisper encouragement when I do what she asks, three fingers deep and fucking her while she drenches my hand. I may never wash it again.
I lose myself in her tits and the way I flick my tongue against her hard nipples. She starts to slide down the door, the sweat on her back and her wet hair making it difficult for her to stay in position, so I stand, hooking her leg around my waist and bringing my mouth close to her ear.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come undone for me, Quincy,” I whisper, kissing her hard to cut off her moan. She whines against my mouth, desperate for release. I’m desperate for it, too, wanting to feel her when she falls apart. My fingers move in and out of her, rough, unkind, but she doesn’t complain. “After this, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
That tips her over the edge, the echo of my name filling the small space around us. She holds on to me, afraid to let go, and I work her through the orgasm. I don’t stop until I get a second one out of her, smaller than the first but just as good, and she starts to plead with me.
“Too much,” she says, touching my wrist. “I can’t—Sebastian.It’s too much. Too good.Please.”
“I’ve got you.” I slow my fingers in time with her breathing. She’s shaking with trembling limbs and a heaving chest. So fucking beautiful. I kiss her again, letting her melt into me as I drag my fingers across her stomach. When she calms down, I grip her chin. “Get in the tub, Quincy.”
She nods and moves slowly, body exhausted. Unhooking her bra, she lets it fall to the floor. She climbs over the ledge of the porcelain, resting against the tiled wall behind her. “Are you going to join me?”
“Yeah.” I ditch my briefs and puff out my chest when her gaze roams down my body. Weeks together, and she still looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. I wrap a hand around my cock and stroke up and down twice, already hard from watching her get off. “Do you like what you see?”
“I love what I see.” She licks her lips, extending her arm and reaching for me. I join her in the tub, adjusting our positions so she’s on top. She straddles me, a leg on either side of my hips, and holds herself above me. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I want that too.” I groan when she lowers herself, the head of my cock pushing against the entrance to her pussy. “But I didn’t think this through. I didn’t bring a condom. Having sex in the middle of a hurricane wasn’t something I planned for.”
“What if we didn’t use one?” Quincy puts her hands on the wall behind me for leverage. She sinks down, getting deeper this time before pulling off me again. My nails dig into the side of the tub, restraint waning thin. “I’m on birth control. And I haven’t been with anyone since we started sleeping together. Exclusive, remember?” she whispers, nipping at my ear.
“If we do that, we might have a problem.” I move my hands to her waist, gripping her instead of the tub. I guide her onto my cock, lifting my hips so I can bury the first few inches inside her. “If I fuck you without a condom, I’m going to start thinking I can keep you.”I pull out of her, teasing her when I rub my head against her clit. Giving myself a chance to say everything important before I lose my mind. “I’m going to think you’re mine.”
Her moan is soft and pretty. She pushes her tits together, thumbs at her nipples. The distraction makes me lose focus, and when I do, she spreads her legs wide enough for me to fully bury myself inside her. She takes me inch by excruciating inch, every second passing far too quick. Before I can breathe again, I’m buried to the hilt, a sensation that explodes like fireworks working up my spine.
“Maybe I am yours,” she whispers, leaning in close. Her chest brushes against mine, and there’s too much happening right now for me to think straight. Her body, her words. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. “I think I’d like to be.”
Mine.
Fucking mine.
Her admission unlocks something new inside of me, and I put a hand between her shoulder blades. I fumble over my thoughts when she rolls her hips, grinding against me, and I feel the subtle shift. The change in the air.
It’s different now. More urgent, more passionate. I fuck her methodically, unrelenting, and she matches my tempo. Our bodies are soaked in sweat, hot from the lack of air-conditioning and the physical exertion. I kiss each one of the freckles on her nose then move to the ones on her shoulders, wishing I could write out that word,mine, a hundred times.
“Good?” I slur, wanting to make sure she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Perfect,” Quincy says back, hands on my shoulders so she can ride me how she likes.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, and her entire body flushes hot.
“I’m close. Are you—”
“I’ve been close since the second you climbed on top of me, Quinny baby.” My laugh is self-deprecating, not embarrassed by how easily she affects me. “I need you to finish first so I can, you know, relieve myself after.”
“After?” Her nose wrinkles. Her movements slow, and I brush a piece of hair out of her face. “You can— It would be all right if you …” She cuts her gaze away, rolling her hips and whimpering when I touch her clit so she looks at me again.
“If I what?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t mind if you finished inside me,” she blurts.
Jesus fuck.
All of this is too much, things I’ve thought about in a dream but never thought could come true.
“That would really make you mine, and I don’t give away things that are mine.” I tug on her hair. Her eyes meet mine. “I keep them for a very, very long time. I take care of them. I talk to them. I make them happy. How does that sound?”
