Touched every inch of her. Fucked her. Finally. After years of wanting and waiting for the time to come, it did. I think back to Sam and what he said about idealizing sleeping with Quinn. How there’s no way the real thing could be as good as what I’ve imagined in my mind.
He had a good point. Often, when you want something so bad and it’s so out of reach, you romanticize it, make it seem better than it ever can be. I thought that was the case with Quinn.
But it couldn’t be further from the truth.
There’s no fucking her out of my system. There’s no spending one night with her and being able to move on with my life. In fact, it’s only making me want her more, because everything was better than I could have imagined. Physically, I’ve never had more satisfying sex in my life. I’ve never come so hard, never felt an orgasm so deep through every part of me.
I used to think it was lame when I’d hear someone say there’s a difference between fucking and making love. It’s all the same in a sense, right? I would have sworn that to be true until a few minutes ago.
I fucked Quinn good. She’ll feel it in the morning. Thinking about my cock in her tight, wet pussy arouses me. We definitely fucked hard.
But there was something more to it. I can’t quite place it, yet at the same time, I’m terrified it’ll slip away. We connected on a different level, and that’s how I know there’s a transcendental difference between the two.
Quinn rolls over, sliding her hand across my chest. She wiggles closer and rests her head on my shoulder. I brush her hair out of her face and pull the blanket up, keeping us covered.
Running my hand up and down her arm, I suddenly feel anxious. I haven’t been in a relationship in a while, though ever since I met Quinn all those years ago, I’ve had a hard time committing to anyone.
It wasn’t her, and I was painfully aware of it every single day.
I’ve had my share of casual sex, and while leaving after has been awkward a time or two, it’s never been like this. There’s more on the line than being embarrassed or doing the walk of shame.
I finally hooked up with Quinn, and I don’t want our first time to be our only time. Quinn runs her nails up and down my side, further relaxing me. My eyes fall shut and my head turns to the side, face buried in Quinn’s hair. Everything about her is intoxicating, from the smell of her shampoo to the way her body feels, naked and pressed up against mine.
“Archer?” she whispers, not lifting her head off my shoulder. “Are you asleep?”
For a brief moment, I panic, which isn’t like me at all. I’m a surgeon, for fuck’s sake. I don’t panic. Don’t freak out. I can maintain a level head and think clearly in stressful situations. But Quinn…she’s doing something to me, and suddenly I’m worried she’s going to tell me this was a mistake and I should leave.
“Kind of,” I mumble.
“I wasn’t sure.” She slowly starts to pull out of my arms. Shit. I brace myself. This is it. The moment she tells me Dean will have my head and we need to pretend this never happened. The moment I go back to wanting her so bad it hurts, but only worse now because I know how good she feels.
“I have to pee.”
“Oh.” I move my arms. “Okay.” I sit up, kissing her on the lips before she gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she comes out, wearing a short satin bathrobe with no panties underneath.
“Do you want anything to eat?” She climbs back into bed, going right back to my arms. I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me. Her legs go around mine, and dammit, I’m getting hard.
“Again?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. She kisses my neck and wiggles her hips.
And now my semi is a boner. “You’re so fucking hot, Quinn. And—” I stop, not sure how to even word it. Instead, I kiss her, soft and tender. She lets out a quiet moan and presses her core against me.
“And now I want to again.”
She doesn’t need to say anymore. I flip her over and move on top. The tip of my cock rubs against her, and she bucks her hips, repeating the motion. I reach down, taking hold of my cock in my hand, and rub it over her clit. Her mouth opens and she keeps one hand on my shoulder, bending her fingers and digging her nails into my skin. She’s still hot and sensitive from before. It doesn’t take long before she comes, and as soon as she does, I move my cock down, guiding it into her entrance.
I push in balls deep. She’s so tight around me and it feels so fucking good. I thrust in and out a few times before Quinn plants her hands on my chest and shoves me away. I pull out, eyes wide and dick aching to be back inside of her. She sits up, breasts rising and falling from breathing hard, and pushes me down onto the mattress.
Then she climbs on top. She wraps her slender fingers around my cock, and the sight alone is enough to make me want to nut right there. Looking down at my cock in her hand, Quinn’s lips part and she flicks her eyes to mine before guiding me inside of her.
She leans forward as she moves, hair falling into my face. I hold onto her, watching her breasts bounce, relishing in how fucking good this feels. She slows down, then starts circling her hips at the same time.
I didn’t think I’d be able to come so fast after just having sex, but it’s different this time. Quinn feels fucking amazing around me, and being with her—finally being with her—feels so damn right.
Quinn sits up, and the new angle pushes me over the edge. She’s getting close to coming again as well, but there’s no way I can stop myself. Not when it feels so good. Her mouth opens and she lets out a moan and dammit, she’s right there. I grit my teeth and lift my hips, doing everything I can to hold back until she finishes.
“I’m so close,” she pants as if she can read my mind. Then she falls forward, tits in my face, and I can’t help it. I bury my cock inside her, coming hard for the second time tonight. Quinn presses down, widening her legs even more, and my pulsing cock hits her in the right spot. Her pussy tightens around me—and fuck—the end of the orgasm feels as good at the start.
“Wow,” Quinn pants, rolling off me. We both lay there, breathing hard. Her hand is on the bed next to mine, and I twist my wrist and interlace our fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes, until Quinn turns her head.
“Are you hungry?”
“A little,” I tell her. “You?”
“Yeah. What do you want to eat?”
“Anything, really. What do you have?”
“I don’t know.” She let
s out a breath, turning in to face me. “I can’t really think straight right now.”
“Yeah, I know I’m good,” I say with a teasing smile. Quinn laughs and rolls over, hooking her leg over mine. I clasp my hand on the back of her thigh. There’s no way I’m letting this be our last time.
No. Fucking. Way.
I’ll fight for her. Do whatever it takes.
Because I’m in love with this woman.
“Stay here,” I tell her. “I’m not the best cook, but I’ll make you something.”
“You don’t have to, Arch.”
I kiss her. “I know.”
Getting out of bed, I grab my boxers from the floor, missing Quinn’s body against mine already. I resituate the blanket around her, kiss her once more, and go into the kitchen. It feels slightly invasive to look through her drawers and cabinets. Everything is more or less well organized, and it doesn’t take long until I find a pan and ingredients to make grilled cheese.
It’s not fancy by any means, but I already knew there was no hope of impressing Quinn with my cooking skills. The cats watch me cook, and I give them each a little piece of cheese, which was like opening Pandora’s box. They won’t leave me alone now.
I turn off the burner and put the second sandwich on a plate when Quinn comes out of the bedroom. She’s still wearing the bathrobe, but this time she has on shorts and a tank top, made out of the same satin material. Her hair is a mess and her cheeks are still flushed.
Seeing her like that is a huge turn on, and it does more than make me want to strip her and fuck her all over again. It makes me want to have this every night. Fucking Quinn into oblivion. Bringing her something to eat.