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Quinn nods, most of his hair slipping loose around his face, and as he sits near me, his scent smacks me in the guts with its delectable fragrance.
“Yes, I paid for another night.”
“Cool,” I reply softly, and then, there is silence.
A static crackles between us, and I know what I want and need to do. But how am I supposed to do this? I’ve seduced men in the past, but that was all make-believe. But this, right here, is real. And that’s what makes it feel like it’s the first time. And in a way, it is.
I watch Quinn’s throat as he sips his beer, mesmerized by the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement. There is no part of him I don’t find attractive or don’t want.
“Thank you for today, Quinn,” I whisper and make my move.
“It’s okay, Red,” he replies, looking at me in surprise as I shift slowly to straddle his lap.
“It was the best day of my life. And as far as first dates go, I dare say it is up there as being the best first date in history.”
Quinn smirks, tilting his head back against the sofa. He peers up at me, his eyes sparkling.“You’re very welcome.”
He appears calm, but I can feel his heart race as I place my palm over his chest.
“But it doesn’t matter what we do. As long as I’m with you, everything else will fall into place around us.”
I lean forward, kissing him softly.
Nothing around us exists when our lips connect, and it’s just us against the world. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Being on top of Quinn, I’m able to control the kiss, and he allows me to.I deepen our connection, opening up to him, my mouth never leaving his lips as my hand trails down his chest. I can feel his nipple ring under my fingertips, and I want to toy with it with my tongue more than anything. But now, I’m on a mission to toy with something else with my tongue.
My fingers pass over each bump in his abs, and he exhales loudly as I pause at the waistband of his jeans, brushing over his belt buckle to make my intentions clear.
“You don’t have to,” he says, his heated eyes searching my face, fully understanding what I wish to do.
“I want to,” I reply quickly, because I do. “But I don’t know how. I’m sorry.”
I’m embarrassed at my lack of experience.
Quinn shakes his head.“Don’t ever apologize for something like that. You’ve shared your body with me, and you wanting to touch me makes me the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
His belt buckle comes freely undone as I flick it open, and my shaky fingers thankfully unbutton his jeans easily enough. My eyes drop to his lap, and I can’t help but admire the impressive bulge.
Now the hard part.
I watch Quinn’s eyes darken as I slowly slide his zipper down halfway and gently slip inside with hesitant fingers.When my fingertips pass over him, I gasp and pull my hand away because he’s not wearing any underwear. But I should have figured as much, seeing as he didn’t purchase any from the store.
Wetting my lips, I tell myself to woman up because I want this. Biting my lip, I place my hand back into his pants. I gasp because he feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He’s soft and smooth, as well as being hard andfirm all at the same time.
Quinn’s eyes never leave my face as I explore him more confidently, enjoying the hot silk feel of him gliding under my fingertips. I lower my eyes, witnessing my hand moving gently within his jeans and seeing his coarse dark hair peeking out from his open zipper. That, combined with his hardened V muscle, which tenses as I stroke him a little firmer, leaves me wet.
“You’re soft,” I whisper, meeting his eyes.
Quinn smirks, tugging on his lip ring, his eyes drooping to half mast as I rub over the slit of his dick.
“Red,” he gasps, trying to remain still. “No man wants to hear they’re soft when his girl has her hands down his pants.”
A tiny laugh escapes me, but I don’t fail to notice that he just called me his girl.
“Am I?” I ask, stroking him softly, my small hands trying to hold all of him but not even coming close.
“Are you what?” he pants, his mouth parted, the light catching off the barbell on his tongue.
