Page 53 of What We Got Wrong

“Quinn, please,” Liv begged, her voice ragged.

“You’re this wet for me?” Quinn asked.

Liv noted the awe in her voice. “I’ve been wet for you all week.”

At that, Quinn dropped to her knees, pulling Liv’s pants and lacy boy shorts down as she went, sliding her clothes off over her shoes. Liv was aware that she must look ridiculous in just her top, socks, and black patent loafers, but she could not bring herself to care. And when Quinn’s mouth found her pussy, she lost all sense of reality, lifting her leg again, this time to dangle over Quinn’s shoulder.

The way Quinn moved was not sweet, not soft. Liv had the distinct feeling that she was truly being devoured, as Quinn alternated between pushing her tongue inside her, her entire face pressed between her legs, and moving up to suck and tongue at her clit. Every time Liv thought it couldn’t get better, Quinn would shift, change the angle or the pace, and take her even higher, all serving to remind Liv that this was her Quinn, the person who, still, on some level, knew her better than anyone else. Liv twisted her fingers into Quinn’s cropped hair and pulled her in even closer.

It was unlike anything they’d ever done before. Or, maybe that wasn’t fair, maybe it was just that her memories didn’t hold a candle to the real thing, to having Quinn here, with her mouth against her, on her knees, worshipping her body. One of Quinn’s hands wound up her front, roughly grasping her breast, tugging at her nipple through her bra, and she didn’t let up, not as Liv cried out her name, not as she shuddered against the wall, not as Quinn herself had to hold Liv up so that she could continue taking her with her mouth, Liv’s legs complete jelly. She worked her softly through each aftershock, and when Quinn moved to dive back in, Liv’s whole body jumped at the slightest touch to her clit.

“Okay, okay,” Liv breathed out, pulling Quinn’s hair hard enough that her mouth disconnected from Liv’s body. “I need a minute.”

For just a moment, Quinn paused, her forehead against Liv’s belly button. Liv felt her breath, hot and moist, right between her legs, and then, without much effort, Quinn stood, looping her arms under Liv and turning, all but tossing her indelicately on the bed. Liv let out a squeal as Quinn lifted her, and another as she deposited her on the bed, Quinn finally sliding Liv’s shoes and socks off. “Take off your shirt. I want to see all of you.”

“I’m so sensitive right now,” Liv said, though she followed Quinn’s direction and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off and discarding her bra along the way.

“And,” Quinn replied, eyebrows lifted, and she moved her hand up Liv’s leg. It was a challenge, yes, but Liv saw it for what else it was: the second of hesitation, and she knew that, in this, they understood each other completely. She knew that Quinn would do everything she could to take care of her in that moment. She trusted her implicitly, and she nodded, giving Quinn the permission that she sought.

“Fuck,” Liv said, feeling two of Quinn’s fingers stretch her, bucking as Quinn pulled them back, curving into her in perfect rhythm. Even as she felt another orgasm building, she saw Quinn’s expression slip, and she could read that look, too. That Quinn’s mind was racing, that she might put a stop to this. Softly, Liv asked, “Will you kiss me?”

Exactly as she’d hoped, the request brought Quinn back into the moment. She was quick to comply, bringing their mouths together in a sloppy, deep kiss. Liv always loved tasting herself on Quinn’s tongue, and that thought alone drove her even higher. When Quinn moved to her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse point, she increased the pressure of her fingers moving in and out of her. Liv felt the tightening in her lower belly again, and when Quinn bit her just above her collarbone, hard enough that Liv knew it would leave a mark, she exploded, silently this time, as lightning shot out from her core and rippled to every corner of her body.

Quinn slowly pulled out of her, sinking to Liv’s side.

They rested in the quiet for several minutes, the only sound their labored breathing. Liv honestly wasn’t sure what to say, so she was grateful when Quinn broke the silence.

“That probably wasn’t the smartest thing we’ve ever done,” Quinn said softly.

There was something about her earnestness that just…it pressed into Liv on some level, like squeezing a bruise that was almost healed, sure, but it was also just so funny. A laugh burst out of her, long and throaty. “You might be right about that.”

Maybe the best part of the morning was when Quinn started to laugh, too, shaking alongside her. After a few moments, though, she rolled over to check the clock on the table by her bed. “The next session I was planning to attend is at 10:30, so I need to hop in the shower.”

The abruptness of her dismissal shocked Liv out of her state of bliss. She awkwardly reached for her shirt as she spoke. “Sure, sorry, I’ll give you your space back.”

“Do you want to join me?” Quinn asked as she stood, pulling her own shirt off and turning to her expectantly.

Maybe Liv should have been embarrassed by the way she jumped to follow her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. In no time at all she was on her knees, steam billowing around them as she licked Quinn with fervor until she came in the shower, rivulets of water streaming down their bodies.

A sense of peace covered the room as they dressed, just comfortable, and Liv wanted to lean into it, to stay here in this perfect, safe space for as long as she possibly could. They both had things to get to. Liv was expected soon to help prepare for Rhea’s additional event that afternoon.

“Are you coming to Rhea’s meet-and-greet today?” Liv asked as she hooked the button on her pants.

“Okay, wait. I have to ask you about this,” Quinn replied, not actually answering the question at all.

When Liv turned to her, she was absolutely gorgeous in grey pants and a black button-up shirt, the top two buttons undone, showing off just a hint of soft skin and—

Liv realized she’d been distracted, missing the next thing that Quinn had said. “I’m sorry, what?”

Quinn kindly repeated her question. “What the heck is up with you and Rhea Freaking Stewart?”

“Oh, that,” Liv said simply. She needed to think for a moment on how to answer that, because she knew that the truth was too much, and she didn’t want to freak Quinn out. “We’ve become friends.”

“Like, not pretend work friends,” Quinn replied. “You brought her with you to a gay bar!”

“Yeah, she’s pretty much my best friend,” Liv said sincerely. Quinn looked like her eyes were going to bug out of her head. Liv thought for a moment before adding, “She lost her mom when she was young. Did you know that?”

“Yeah, of course,” Quinn responded. “She was…twelve, I think.”