“I don’t want us to change who we are just because we’re sleeping together. With you, I think I’d like it rough.” Her eyes gleam, cheeks slightly pink. They match last night’s sunset, and I blow out a breath. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
Desire coils at the base of my spine. I don’t hate her, but I want that too. I walk toward her and put the condom between my teeth. I straddle her, palms flat on the cushions, eager when her breathingshifts to the wisp of uncontrolled. She’s like me, hanging on by a thread.
“What else?” I ask.
“If this is good …” Quincy’s back lifts off the cushions, her fingers slipping back inside herself. She’s unabashed, desperate, and watching her is like a drug. A scene in a movie I can’t look away from. “We’ll do it again. Anywhere you want. Maybe that will be some extra motivation for you.”
“Motivation.” I dip my chin, kissing her throat. She sighs, a sweet and steady exhale. “I don’t need motivation. Watching you fuck yourself is all I need.”
“Yeah? Then ask for it nicely.”
I drop my head back and groan. I’ve been waiting for this, and I’m ready. A willing participant at the mercy of his queen.
“Please.” I rest my forehead against hers. Every movement is labored. Every breath is ragged. “Please let me have you. Please let me fuck you. I’ll be good for the rest of my life if I can have this one thing, Quincy.”
“Wow.” Her nose brushes against mine. She puts a hand on the back of my neck, drawing me close so she can kiss me, rough and quick. “I liked hearing that. Let’s see how good you are, weather boy.”
I rip open the condom and sit back on my heels, careful as I roll it down my length.
I’ve never done a single thing in my life slow, but with her, I know I have to.
I don’t stand a chance at surviving if I move too fast.
I run my hand up her calf, over her knee. All the way up to her waist where I nudge her hips apart, needing the space. Quincy moves without a word, long legs in the perfect spot and everything about her beautiful.
“You’ll talk to me? If something doesn’t—”
She touches her fingers to my wrist, guiding my hand to mylength. I haven’t been in control at all during this, but I don’t care. “I promise.”
I nod and line myself up with her entrance, a hand pressing on her stomach and the other hooking under her knee. She watches me, the faintest hint of discomfort in her eyes when I push the head of my cock inside her. It doesn’t linger, gone when she blinks and replaced with a burst of lust. Our groans come out in tandem, a soft laugh following hers.
“Okay?” I ask, voice thick. My skin burns hot, my vision blurry. I wait for her nod before I move again. “Should I—”
Quincy wraps her leg around my hip. I rock forward, the first part of my cock disappearing in her. I’m dizzy already, trying to focus and stay calm, but I can’t. I can’t because she’s warm and she’s tight and she’s lifting her hips to meet me halfway.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “That’s—”
“You take me so well. Deep breath, Quinny baby.” I thrust into her, and she gasps. “That’s good. Right there.”
The room splinters around me. I lose myself in the roll of her hips and the bite of her nails. There’s a quiet laugh. A whimper followed by a groan. When I bury myself inside her, all the way to the hilt, she looks down at where we’re joined, mouth hinged open. Sweat rolls down her chest between her tits, and I have to actively grip her knee to keep myself from licking it away.
“Harder,” she says.
It’s an order and a plea wrapped in one, and I’m not going to deny her what she wants.
My movements turn wild, a version of myself I didn’t know existed when I draw her knees to her chest and lean against her, my weight preventing her from going anywhere. She’s pinned beneath me, and when I touch her cheek, the silent wonder in her eyes makes me snap my hips with reckless abandonment.
We fit together perfectly, just like I knew we would.
“Do you like that?” I reach between us, my thumb on her clit. “Can you take more?”
“Yes.” The word wavers when she drops her head back and runs her hands over her chest. “I can take anything you give me.”
I test her theory, slamming into her without any delicacy. Her moan is loud, downright filthy, and I hold her there. Each thrust brings us close together until I don’t know where I end and she begins.
Her eyes are half closed, skin slick with sweat and hair a tangled mess. I must be doing something right, following her orders well enough for her legs to shake. She squirms, my name turning into a chant as she tightens around me. I touch her, the skin at her waist my anchor while I move, greedy when she lets out a sharp cry that tells me she’s falling apart.
Three more rocks of my hips are all it takes to join her over the edge, her sated smile a magnificent thing to see when I come. I struggle to keep myself upright, fatigue settling in. I’m panting, groaning when she brings her thighs together, squeezing me in place so I don’t slip out.
