Page 65 of A Simple Life

She ran her fingers over the smooth metal. “It’s so beautiful.”

“You want a bath?”

“I would normally say yes, but I finally feel as if I’m not on fire anymore. Not sure I want the hot bath.”

I chuckled. “Well, anytime you decide you do, it’s here.” I held out my hand. “Maybe I can figure out a different way to help you relax?” I asked, my voice low. “Something a little more…hands on?”

She let me pull her closer.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Quinn. Thinking about how you fell apart the other night so beautifully. How you looked. Tasted. Felt.” I ran my mouth over her neck, sucking lightly on the skin. “Maybe we could revisit those memories?”

I felt her tremble. I pressed my lips to hers. “We can be quiet. Quick. Save long and loud for tomorrow.”

“Just to take the edge off?” she whispered.

I burrowed one hand in her hair, ghosting up her rib cage with the other. “Yes. The edge.”

“Or be quiet and long if she doesn’t wake up?”

I laughed low in my chest. “Now you’re talking.”

Then I kissed her. I claimed her mouth, my tongue twisting with hers. She gripped my shoulders, whimpering in her throat. I lifted and carried her to my room, pushing my door almost shut, then laying her on the bed, following her down to the mattress. We kissed endlessly, our clothing disappearing until our bodies were flush. Every touch was magnified. Every taste an aphrodisiac. The feel of her skin on mine was silk. The scent of her surrounded us.

“John,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

“I want you too, baby. So bad. My cock is aching for you.”

I gazed at her. “I want you to ride me, Quinn. I want to watch you.”

Her eyes widened, doubts setting in. I shook my head. “Stay with me, baby. Right here in this moment. You are so beautiful. Remember that.”

She pushed on my chest, and I rolled over so she could straddle me. She stopped for a moment, listening, always attuned to the other room. But it was silent, and she looked down at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes dazed. Her lips were swollen and wet, her hair in disarray from my hands.

I slipped my hand between us. “So wet, Quinn. You want this. You want me.”

“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips, taking my fingers deeper.

“You want my cock to fill you up? You want to ride me until you come? Until you drain me?” I murmured.

She became slicker, her arousal evident. I gripped her hips after I rolled on a condom. “Then do it, Quinn. Take me.”

She grasped me, notching me to her entrance. Then she slowly, carefully, eased down on my length. I watched myself disappear into her inch by inch until we were flush.

I had never seen anything so erotic.

Then she began to move. Leisurely rolls of her hips, one hand on my chest, the other hand bunching her hair. I held her hips harder, guiding her. “Like that, my good girl. Just like that. Faster. Find your pleasure.”

She began breathing faster. Moving quicker. She balanced both hands on my chest for a moment, then leaned back, grabbing my thighs, changing the angle and ramping up my pleasure.

Somehow being quiet made it incredibly intimate. Erotic. The sounds of our breathless whispers danced in the air.

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

“Move like that. Slide back. Fuck yes.”

“You feel that, Quinn? You feel the way your pussy grips my cock?”

“Oh, that feels so good, John. I want more. Harder.”