No One But You
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Us. Even though we’d become an us and I’d made my intentions clear, I still wasn’t sure Quincy was on the same page. I wanted to do more than just date and have sex. I wanted to make plans—real plans for the future. I had no idea when I’d gone from thinking that finally she was mine to needing it to be a forever thing. All I knew was that this had been such a long time coming and now that we were more, I wanted so much more. I’d skirted around this conversation because I was scared of how she would react. I was scared she would pull away from me because I wanted to ask her for things that I knew she hadn’t given a second thought to. I hadn’t thought about them, at least not in the way I was now. I thought I was done before, but now I was nowhere near it and it was scaring the shit out of me because all of a sudden the stakes were higher and the loss so much greater.
She hummed blissfully as I lightly raked my nails over her scalp, the vibrations making it all the way to the top of my thighs. I shifted slightly as my dick rose to the occasion, last thing she wanted was my erection poking the back of her head. Her eyes met mine and she smiled mischievously before her glistening tongue licked across her plump and peachy red lips. Oh man, now I was thinking about how they felt around my dick…my dick in her mouth…her tongue on my dick.
Oh sweet fuck, not now. Focus bellend.
Like she read my thoughts, she licked her lips again. How was I meant to carry on talking to her when conversing wasn’t the doing verb my cock was familiar with?
“Why’d you stop, babe?”
“Babe?” I combed my fingers through her hair and went back to rubbing her scalp. “Why babe?”
“Why not?”
“Babe?”
“You know what, babe? More of this,” she pointed to her head, “And less of that!” She pinched my lips shut.
I took her hand from my lips and laced my fingers with hers. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
She turned on her side towards me. Her eyes focusing on my semi, “Are you sure you want to talk?” She bit down on her lower lip before she rolled it between her teeth. Her eyes completely focused on my go
ods.
“No…yes, stop looking at it like that!”
“Like what?” Her eyes slowly worked their way up to mine. “What do you want me to look at? It’s right there, in my face…” As if to demonstrate how close she was the back of her hand brushed softly down my growing hard on as she swept her fringe from her eyes.
“Focus up here.”
“I am.” She shrugged as she glanced back at my crotch. “Make it quick.”
“I was thinking that since the girls know and since we have them for Christmas day that maybe we could spend it together. I know that it’s just around the corner and that you usually spend it at your parents’, but the girls would love it and—”
“I like the sound of that.” Her brows quirked as she worked her gaze back down to my lap.
“You do?”
She traced up and down the row of buttons on my shirt with her index finger as she replied, “I do.” Her voice was smoky and breathy.
“It’d feel like a normal family Christmas.”
“It will, we can ask Richard and Jenna to drop them off here on the eve.”
Here? “Here?” I’d assumed she’d want to spend it at her house if she even wanted to spend it together at all.
“If that’s okay with you?”
“Of course.” I smiled at her as my hand cupped her face. “I’d love that, babe.”
She sat up, her eyes narrowed to slits. “Babe?”
“It suits you.” I rested my hands on her hips as she straddled my lap. “Quincy, I don’t just want to date you and sleep with you. You know that, don’t you?”
She stilled on my lap for a moment. My heart felt like it was going crazy as it thumped in my chest.
She brought her face close to mine. So close that the tip of her nose touched mine and her breath splayed on my lips. “What do you want?”
“To make plans with you.”