The better to hold her head in place as my lips ravage hers, cupping one breast, teasing her pert nipple with my fingers.
Tory’s hands are under my shirt in a hot second, shoving it up till I have no choice but to end the kiss and shed my clothes.
The jeans go too while she shimmies out of her shorts.
Like the little minx she is, I get a sly, red-faced smile and a second’s hesitation before she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and brings them down last.
Fuck, she’s soaked for me, glistening in the evening light seeping through the blinds.
Once we’re fully naked, there’s no stopping us.
Everything she does, everything about her, flicks a switch deep in my head that says own her.
Tory’s just as ravenous. Nothing left to the imagination in how hot and wet her pussy is, how she bites at my neck when I sink down into her, and how she fucking guts me when her legs twist high over her head and she tucks her feet behind her ears.
Apparently, years of dancing pay ridiculous dividends in the bedroom.
The fact that I can fuck her while she’s bent like some kind of peach pretzel snaps the very last thread of my sanity.
I’m on her like a hammer, driving deeper than ever, my swollen cockhead stopping just short of her womb.
If I could still form words, and not these animalistic pleasure growls, I’d let her know every last bit of what she does to me.
Being with her brings me highs I’ve never fathomed. Beyond just sex.
It ain’t just fucking that has my heart fit to bang right through my ribs.
And it’s not wanting to unscramble the Pickett shit from my head that’s got my mouth on hers so tight, my hips coming down, taking her from one shrill release into the next like a human fucking freight train.
This is why they call it making love.
Something I never understood before Tory.
Something I’ll never have again if I’m fool enough to let her go.
When the sex happens with your whole soul, a dude knows.
And every last bit of her is just as honest and obsessed when she’s finished coming for me once, digging her little nails into my back muscles for dear life.
I give her a breather, anchored deep inside her, bringing her back to me with swift caresses of my tongue. The look she beams is blue-eyed angel crack.
A vision of the woman I was always meant to fuck, to love, to make my wife and the mother of my kids.
Her legs hook around me tighter as she arches up, taking me even deeper, ready for me to turn myself inside out when I come so deep inside her.
Shit.
“God, I love having you inside me,” she whimpers, her eyes still glazed over with lust and something calmer. “I love you, Quinn.”
Fucking aye.
What a time to say it…but I can’t think of a better time to deliver one more shot to the heart.
“Love you, Tory. Always have and always will,” I growl, this new dark energy in my blood, this need to speak the more perfect language of flesh.
I begin moving, thrusting faster, harder, and her bleary-eyed smile widens as she lets out the sexiest purr in existence.
She’s divine.
Everything about her comes in waves of hot need, making me jealous as hell to keep it.
How her hair splashes across the pillows just right.
How she rises up effortlessly to meet every thrust, like she’s always in my head.
How her face scrunches in this adorable, sexy as hell way when she comes to the edge, under a minute from giving up another screaming hot release on my cock.
I go slower, relishing every second, enjoying this place we create that’s only for us.
My pleasure surges, emanating from the base of my spine.
Hers, too.
It’s reflected in her eyes, etched on her face, whimpered in low sexy moans and fevered gasps, in the way she clings like I’m one more of those damn silks she climbs.
“Quinn…”
“Peach,” I throw back, loving how she moans.
“Quinn!”
She shouts my name again before her peak hits and takes me with her.
I come so fucking hard I wonder if I’ve just blown out my mind, plunging into her, pouring so much thick, hot release in her cunt I feel it spilling out around us, leaking on the sheets.
Her convulsing pussy pulls at every inch of me, greedy for more than it can hold, milking me dry.
We shake together, a full-bodied frenzy, like coming through a hurricane unscathed.
Leaving me as close to being reborn as I’ll ever be.
With our hips still connected, I lower my head and kiss her smile right off her face.
“That. Was. Amazing,” she whispers.
“Not half as amazing as you, Peach,” I say, meaning every word.
Giggling, she kisses me, suddenly the shy girl again.
“Thank you.”
Then, wrapping her legs back around mine, she says, “Now that I have you where I want you, there’s something you should know.”