Losing It

Again and again.

Until her nails are digging enough to draw blood.

And her groans are bouncing around the room.

And her pleas are so loud and needy that I can’t take it.

Finally, I bring my mouth to Quinn’s cunt.

I lick her up and down.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

I savor her sweet taste for a long moment.

I scrape my teeth against her lips. Plunge my tongue inside her. Suck on her clit.

“Fuck.” She bucks against my mouth. “Wes. Fuck.”

I bring my hands to her ass. Dig my fingers into her flesh to hold her in place.

Then I work her exactly how she needs me to.

Long flicks of my tongue.

Then shorter ones.

Faster.

Harder.

Until it’s exactly what she likes.

She tugs at my hair. Claws at my skin. Groans my name like it’s a curse.

I keep the same pressure.

Same speed.

“Wes. Oh my God. Fuck.” Her hand knots in my hair.

She groans my name as she comes.

Her toes curl into the sheets.

Her thighs fight my hands.

I lick her through her orgasm. When she’s finished, I plant a soft kiss on her pelvis. Her stomach. Her hip bone.

Her inner thigh.

I give her a moment to catch her breath.

Then I dive back between her legs.

I don’t tease.

I suck on her clit until she’s groaning.

I push her to the edge again.

She comes quickly this time.

Her breathe catches. Her limbs shake. Her nails scrape my skin.

She gets wetter. Sweeter.

I pull back enough to look up at her.

Fuck, it’s so beautiful watching pleasure spread over her face.

I’ll never get tired of it.

Ever.

She looks down at me with hazy eyes, her expression equal parts satisfaction and need.

“Wes…” She pushes herself onto her elbows. “You need to fuck me.”

Yeah, but not yet. “Later.”

Her eyes fix on mine. “Now.” She sits up. Reaches for my jeans. Gets my stomach.

Her fingers brush my skin.

She looks up at me with hazy eyes.

With affection. Desire. Pure, unbridled need. “Please.”

My cock pulses.

Fuck, I really love the way she says that.

I want to fuck her. Badly.

At the moment, I can’t exactly remember why I’m waiting. Something about things being perfect like this. About fear of change. Of her getting what she wants from me then leaving.

She’s not like that.

But I can’t shake the idea.

“Quinn—” I slide my arm around her waist. “Later.”

“Tonight?”

I nod. “Tonight.”

She brings both hands to my shoulders. “I’m not waiting for tonight—”

“Angel—”

“I need to make you come now.”

Fuck.

“On your back.”

God dammit, she’s hot bossy. “Take off your dress.”

“You first.”

Fair enough. I climb up the bed. Lower myself onto my back.

She reaches around. Unzips her dress. Pulls it over her head.

Her eyes fix on mine as she does away with her bra.

She straddles me.

Her hands plant on my hips.

Slowly, she lowers her body onto mine. Grinds against me, rubbing her cunt against my hard-on.

My stupid fucking jeans are in the way.

But she still feels so fucking good.

I reach for her. Get her hip.

It’s not enough.

I bring my hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

Her eyelids flutter together. Her head falls to one side. Her hair curtains her gorgeous face.

She groans with equal parts agony and ecstasy.

Still, she grinds against me.

She teases me until I’m aching, then she slides down my thighs, brings her hands to my waist, undoes my jeans.

She pushes the fabric off my hips.

The denim.

Then the cotton of my boxers.

Her eyes go wide as she wraps her hand around my cock.

She looks at it like it’s her favorite thing in the world.

She teases me with her thumb. Then it’s long strokes of her index finger and thumb.

Just the right pressure.

Just the right speed.

Fuck.

Quinn’s eyes meet mine for a second. They fill with determination. Need. Lust.

My cock quivers in her hand.

She’s too fucking good at this.

I wish I could take credit, but it’s all her.

Her hair falls over her eyes as she brings her mouth to me.

She brushes her lips against my tip.

Then it’s her soft, flat tongue.

I let my eyelids flutter closed.

Let my body sink into the bed.

She wraps her hand around me as she takes me into her mouth.

She starts soft.

Then gets harder.

Deeper.

Fuck, her mouth feels good.

Soft. Wet. Mine.

I want every part of her to be mine.

I really fucking do.

I reach for her. Bring one hand to the back of her head. The other to her chest.

My fingers brush her nipples.

She groans against my cock.

I play with her tits as she sucks me off.

The harder I toy, the deeper she takes me.

We fall into a perfect rhythm.

She works me.

I toy with her.

Again and again.

Until I’m there.

“Fuck, Quinn.” I dig my fingers into the back of her head. “I’m gonna come.”

She keeps her mouth glued to my cock.

She works me through my orgasm.

I groan her name as I come.

My cock pulses as I fill her sweet mouth.

She waits until I’ve spilled every drop, then she swallows hard.

She pushes herself up. Brushes her hair from her eyes. Looks down at me like she has me exactly where she wants me.