Page 45 of What We Got Wrong

Quinn chuckled. “You and my arms, I swear.”

“Quinn, they’re so hot,” Liv replied, almost squeaking, as she took the moment to squeeze her bicep. At the same time, she ground down into Quinn’s thigh. Even through all the clothes they were still wearing, Quinn felt the heat between Liv’s legs.

At that, Quinn flipped them, rolling Liv over in her bed so that she was on her back, Quinn on top of her, and Liv’s legs still bent at Quinn’s waist. Liv gasped at the move, and Quinn saw that her eyes had darkened, filled with desire.

“You like that I’m bigger than you…” She said it like it was a revelation, because it was. The thought had never occurred to Quinn before, not with the other women she’d been with. “Do you like that I can pick you up? Is that why you have this fixation on my arms?” The whimper that came from Liv was unlike anything that Quinn had ever heard. “Answer me.”

Slowly, she nodded. “I mean…everyone I have ever been with has been bigger than me. But there is something about you being a woman, and knowing how strong you are…” She stopped for a moment, thinking about how to explain it, though Quinn mostly noticed that her tongue darted out in the pause, wetting her lips. “It doesn’t feel threatening, just…hot. So hot.”

Quinn had never been ashamed of her size, but the way Liv was talking about her… It’s the sexiest she had ever felt, and it spurred Quinn on to move her hands, tracing over her chest, grazing her nipples, down to Liv’s waist, pulling at the band of her pants.

“Can I take these off?” she asked. When Liv nodded, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged her pants all the way down, over her ankles and off her feet.

Quinn looked at Liv now, laying under her, breaths coming out in short bursts, in only her black underwear. Quinn traced her fingers up the inside of Liv’s legs, from her right ankle to the middle of her thigh, before switching sides and repeating the process on her left leg.

Liv moved underneath her, writhing, encouraging Quinn to move faster, to touch her where she most needed her, but Quinn was going to take her time. If there was a chance that they’d only do this once, she was going to get her fill of Liv, she’d make certain of that.

She eventually leaned down to take Liv’s lips again in a searing kiss, and as Quinn’s tongue teased Liv’s, she walked her fingers up between her legs, palming her over her underwear, already feeling her wetness seeping through. Liv moaned as Quinn pressed against her center, though Quinn still didn’t move, just steadily adding pressure.

Liv began thrusting her hips against Quinn’s hand, desperate to create friction. It was the hottest thing Quinn had ever seen, and she let her move like that for several moments before kissing her again, moving her lips up Liv’s jaw, until she could whisper directly in her ear.

“I’ve got you.”

With that, Quinn pushed Liv’s underwear to the side and dragged her fingers through Liv’s slick heat. Even with the direct contact, Quinn was slow, methodical, dancing her fingers from Liv’s entrance to her clit, refusing to pick up the pace. Watching Liv’s face, her reactions, and waiting, waiting.

“Please,” Liv said, and that was all Quinn needed. Because Liv was desperate.

She circled her clit, lightly first, before pressing more firmly, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure coming from Liv. Quinn could feel the tension in Liv’s body building.

“Can I go inside you?” she asked.

Liv nodded quickly before she breathed out, “Please.”

Quinn pressed into her, just one finger, and felt Liv squeeze, tightening around her. Quinn crooked her finger once, twice, and Liv gasped her name, jutting her hips forward with a jolt before Quinn repeated the motion.

“Quinn, I’m going to—" Liv started, but she didn’t get the word out before she trembled, winding her arms around Quinn, clutching her as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Quinn certainly wasn’t ready to be done. She gentled her hand, easing Liv through her orgasm, but as soon as she’d calmed, Quinn was working her up again, this time alternating between toying with her clit and thrusting inside her. When she came for the second time, Liv didn’t form words, just moaning loudly with the rhythm of Quinn’s movements, her hands clasping at Quinn’s sweat soaked back.

They stilled for a moment, and Quinn removed her hand from between Liv’s legs, settling beside Liv but giving her room to catch her breath.

“That was amazing,” Liv said, still sounding breathless. She turned to face Quinn. “I think you may have a superpower.”

Quinn laughed. “You know what to say to warm a girl’s heart.”

Liv giggled as well, but after a moment, her face changed, suddenly unsure. Quietly, she asked, “Can I touch you?”

“In a minute,” Quinn replied. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Quinn shifted, moving so that Liv fell on her back again, and Quinn planted herself back between Liv’s legs. She finally moved to slide off Liv’s underwear, entranced by the naked woman beneath her. She kissed the tops of Liv’s thighs, settling between them.

“Is this okay?” Quinn asked. It was important to her that Liv understood that they could stop at any moment, that she meant it when she said no pressure.

Liv nodded, but sheepishly admitted, “No one has ever gone down on me before.”

At that, Quinn’s expression turned wanton. “Oh. Maybe I should have made you promise not to fall in love with me.”

Before she had the chance to reply, Quinn pressed her mouth to Liv, parting her folds with her tongue and slowly lapping at her clit. She was sensitive, so Quinn moved gently, building her up so that she could shatter again, moving in rhythm with Liv’s moans until Quinn carefully took Liv’s clit in her mouth and softly sucked.