Losing It

“You want to go right now?”

She shakes her head. Holds up her wine glass. “This first.”

“Fair enough.” I take a long sip. “But I have my own demands.”

“Oh?”

“I want to strip you out of that thing.”

Her nod is nervous.

“I want your tits in my mouth.”

For a split second, her expression goes blank. She turns white. Then red.

I can’t tell if she’s nervous or terrified or turned on.

All three maybe.

“You mean… when I’m touching you?” She tilts her head back to swallow her last sip. Her fingers curl around her glass. Her gaze goes straight to the floor.

“What did I tell you about choreographing this?”

“You can’t.”

I nod. “Exactly.”

“You um…” She sets her glass on the side table. “You’re still drinking.”

I down my wine in one gulp. “Not anymore.”

“Right.” Her fingers brush mine as she takes my glass. Carefully, she sets it next to hers. “I think… music.” She stands. Moves to the kitchen table. Opens up her laptop. “Do you usually do music?”

“Sometimes.”

“The walls are thin here. So, um… I think it’s good.” Her robe falls off her shoulders as she leans over her laptop. “Any requests?”

“Whatever inspires you.”

“Right. That’s, um, that’s a good question. Maybe there’s a playlist.”

“Yeah?”

Her laugh fills the room. It’s nervous, but only a little. “Babymaking jams. Or is that bad luck? I don’t want a baby.”

“I’m not gonna come inside you.”

She clears her throat.

“Not today.”

Her chest flames red. “Uh… I… Uh… That is how that happens.” She stands. Pushes her glasses up her nose. Turns to me. “How’s this?”

An electronic dance song fills the room.

It’s moody, rhythmic, sexy as all hell.

Not what I imagine Quinn listening to.

But perfect all the same.

“Good.” I turn my body toward hers.

She crosses the room with nervous steps. Her fingers trail over the straps of her robe.

I motion come here.

She does.

I untie her sash.

The silky fabric parts.

Reveals the red bra underneath.

How is it possible she doesn’t realize how sexy she is?

It defies logic.

My hands go to her hips. I press the smooth fabric to her skin as I pull her into my lap.

Her knees plant outside my legs.

Her palms rest on my shoulders.

I pull her closer.

Until I can feel her cunt against me.

Her panties and my boxers are in the way, but I can still feel her.

Fuck, I want out of these boxers.

I want to be inside her.

I want her coming on my cock.

“You’re hard.” Confidence builds in her voice. “Because of me.”

“Get used to it, angel.”

“But I—”

“Are walking around your apartment in lingerie.” I push the sides of her robe apart. Cup her breast over her bra. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised.”

“No.” Her eyes betray her. She is surprised. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is. Or maybe she’s too scared to see it.

It’s fucking ridiculous.

I need to make her see it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, angel,” I murmur into her neck.

“Thank you.”

I look up at her. Brush her wet hair behind her neck. Run my thumb over the edge of her bra. “You drive me crazy.”

She rocks her hips against me. “Right back at you.”

Fuck.

I’m already raring to go.

Coming once this morning wasn’t enough.

Next time—

I’m not sure five minutes will be enough.

She’s too fucking irresistible.

“I have a request.” I bring my hand to the back of her head.

She looks down at me. “Yeah?”

“Glasses on.”

“Really?” Surprise spreads over her expression.

“Hell yes.”

“Oh.” She pushes her glasses up her nose. “Okay. Glasses on. Unless they get in the way.”

Fair. I nod. Dig my fingers into the back of her head. Pull her into a kiss.

Her lips close around my bottom lip.

She sucks softly.

Then harder.

My lips part.

Her tongue slides into my mouth.

She’s already good at this.

I bring my other hand to her chest. Trace the outline of her bra to tease her.

But it teases me more.

I need those tits in my hands.

In my mouth.

Around my cock.

I need every fucking inch of Quinn.

This whole slowly teaching her thing is torture.

Sweet torture.

But torture nonetheless.

My tongue swirls around hers.

My hand slips into her bra cup.

She groans against my lips as my thumb brushes her nipple.

Fuck, she feels good in my hand. And that groan—

That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.

I slide her robe off her shoulders.

She pulls back to toss it aside. Then she reaches behind her back. Unhooks her bra.

Her eyes find mine as she peels it off.

Fuck.

It’s only been a week, but my memory didn’t do her justice.

I try to find some response.

Completely fail.

She makes me tongue tied.

It’s weird.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cup her breast with my hand.

Her eyelids flutter closed.

She sighs as I toy with her nipple.

I try different strokes. Soft. Hard. Fast. Slow. Circles. Zigzags. Up and down. Left to right.

Find exactly what she needs.

Then I bring my other hand to her breast.

Toy with her mercilessly.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

Her hips buck against mine.

Her lips part with a groan.

“Is this… is this good?” She barely manages to push the words off her lips.