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I bent and picked her up cradle style, loving the softness of her skin everywhere. Quincy’s arms went around my neck, and I thought it wouldn’t suck to have her never let go of me. I pushed that ridiculous thought aside.
As I headed toward the bedroom, which was right there, thank Jesus, she kissed me, plundering her tongue in my mouth and nearly making me stumble.
Somehow I got her to my bed, got my jeans and boxer briefs off, and thought to grab the condom that’d been in my wallet for longer than I liked to admit. After flipping on the lamp on the nightstand—because I wanted to see Quincy as she came apart—I stood at the side of the mattress, then thought to make sure the condom was okay, not too old. Last thing I needed was to get this girl pregnant.
I’d just ascertained the condom wasn’t too old when I felt Quincy’s lips close around the head of my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I dropped it back, surrendering to her amazing mouth. I held on lightly to her head as she licked and sucked at me.
When I was getting too close to losing it, I pulled her upward and palmed her breasts. My heart turned over when she looked up at me with her lips moist and slightly swollen and her desire clear in her eyes. Forme. This woman—this young, beautiful woman—wanted me. It made me feel like a fucking king.
I ripped open the condom, then held her waist, guiding her back on the bed until she was stretched out for me like an all-you-can-eat buffet that was possibly so good it could kill me. Her legs were spread for me as she supported her upper body on her elbows and arched her neck back like a seductress, silently begging me to take her whatever way I wanted her.
I made quick work of ripping open the condom and sliding it on, stroking myself a time or two as I stepped to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not going to last long,” I told her as I stretched over her. I knew that had never been truer when I felt her fingers grasp me again as she impatiently tugged me forward.
In no time, I was braced over her, my dick at her opening and her hands on my ass, urging me closer. It seemed fast, but there was no denying she was wet and ready for me, so I pushed inside her, trying to go slow, the slick feel of her drawing a gasp from me. This woman was perfect.
Quincy moaned long and low. My eyes popped open to watch every flicker of wanting on her face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.” She arched her hips as she said it, drawing me in as far as humanly possible.
I caught my breath and paused for a second, afraid it was really going to be over too fast. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my mind to the creaks and sounds of the new-to-me house, anything to collect myself and slow the hell down.
Quincy was having none of it. She squirmed beneath me and palmed my ass with her small hands, squeezing and kneading as she arched her breasts into me.
I let out a gasp and met her gaze. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Surely you’re not that old,” she said with a teasing grin.
“I want to make it good, but if you keep that up, it’ll be over in two seconds flat.”
“Pretty sure this is going to be good.”
She stilled, and I took another couple of seconds to rein myself in, trying to get my body under control. The joke was on me, though, because this girl had all the power over my control even when she wasn’t trying. I peered down at her to find her biting her lower lip, her lids half-mast, watching me with those lust-filled eyes. I could no longer keep from moving, out and then in, slow for about two long strokes until I couldn’t go slow.
“Yes,” she said as I thrust into her faster, rocking the bed. Her ankles were crossed at the small of my back, with her arching to meet my rhythm, and holy hell, it was the most intense fucking of my life.
I got so lost in her that I stopped worrying about anything. I couldn’t think straight even if I wanted to, and I sure as hell didn’t want to. All I wanted to do was feel like this for the next year. Lost to ecstasy.
It didn’t take long for me to feel my climax threatening. With a glance down at Quincy, I realized she was on the edge too, and then she was contracting around me, calling out my name, making the sexiest, neediest sounds. It sent me right over after her, and I came so hard I saw stars.
When I came back into awareness, I realized I was draped over Quincy, probably suffocating her. I pushed up onto my forearms. What I saw was not a suffocating woman; it was a flushed woman who looked so smugly satisfied she was practically purring.
Knowing I was the one who’d made her look like that was a rush almost as overpowering as being inside her.
Almost.
I got rid of the condom, then rolled back into her.
“It’s chilly,” Quincy said. “Can we get under the blankets?”
We were stretched out sideways across the queen-size mattress on top of the covers. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, Quincy’s too, and she was right—there was a decided chill to the night air in my bedroom.
Still in a haze of bliss, I could think of nothing better than stretching out with her naked body against mine and drifting off to sleep, keeping each other warm.
I pulled the covers back and held them for her to crawl under, admiring every inch of her as she did. As I tumbled in next to her, I couldn’t miss the approval in her eyes. That was all it took to spark my arousal again. Maybe that age gap didn’t make much difference after all. We weren’t getting married or spending eternity together. This was just us working out the chemistry between us.
