“I can put my shirt back on—”
“Please, please, don’t.”
A laugh sneaks up on me. “Okay.”
She toes off her shoes and pads over, hesitating only a second before running her hands up my abdomen and chest. “You’re incredible.”
My heart clogs my throat. “Sweetheart, nothing is as incredible as you.”
Quinn’s eyes tick up to mine, thoughts whirling in their depths. What is she thinking? Before I can ask her out loud, she takes the bottom of her dress in her hands, takes it off and drops it on the floor. My growl shakes the windowpanes. Fuck, she is delicious, in her white panties, her dark hair long enough that the strands cover her bare tits. “Show me,” she whispers.
What am I showing her again?
My cock is demanding immediate satisfaction. How am I supposed to concentrate?
“The positions,” she prompts me, her eyes serious.
“Right.” I might be teaching her about sex, but this is also my chance to show Quinn I’m the man she’s looking for. The man she needs. Those thoughts flood me with motivation. “If you’ve got a man strong enough to lift you…” I scoop a forearm under her butt and boost her off the ground, swallowing a moan when she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. “You can fuck just like this,” I whisper, right against her mouth. I thrust my hips upward, grinding into the soft, hot cushion of her pussy. “Keep in mind the man has to be strong—”
“Like you?” she gasps, her head falling back.
“Like me.” I race my open mouth up her exposed throat, taking a bite of the skin beneath her ear. “Look in the mirror. So you can memorize what this looks like.”
Her eyes are dazed, but she attempts to refocus them on me. “M-mirror?”
“Yeah.” I turn to the side and nod at my closet where the mirror hangs, our images reflected back—and God almighty, the picture she makes, half naked, her tits bouncing with my upward drives, is the sexiest shit I’ve ever fucking seen. “See, a man like me, he can grip your tight, young ass in his hands…” I grab hold of her cheeks. “And he can work you up and down on his cock, tilting his hips just right, so he can hit that little sugar clit.”
Her thighs start to tremble. “I l-like this position,” she says, her teeth chattering, her heels digging into my ass. “Can you keep showing me for a-a while? Please?”
My future wife is already about to come, is she? Hell yeah.
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” I mutter thickly, walking her toward the closest wall, but keeping us in view of the mirror. “Now, if you’re fucking standing up, you can always move to the wall and get more leverage. More friction.”
“Friction?” she whimpers.
“Uh-huh.” I flatten her between me and the wall, yanking her knees up higher and hooking them over my hips. “Look over my shoulder at the mirror, sweetheart. Watch me fuck you on the wall.” I graze her neck with my teeth and work my hips feverishly, the bulge of my fly bumping and grinding against the thin layer of her panties. “Bet that tight pussy would have me halfway to coming already.”
“Desmond, Desmond, Oh my God.”
Her pupils are expanding and she’s holding her breath, telling me she’s about to have an orgasm, but I don’t want this to be over. By the time I’m finished with Quinn here, I want there to be no doubt in her mind that I’m the only one who can satisfy her. Ever.
“I think you’re ready to learn another position.”
She makes a sound of protest, but I’m already dragging her off the wall. I walk us to a spot directly in front of the mirror, letting her whimper and grind on my dick for a few blissful seconds, before I settle Quinn on her feet and turn her around.
“Christ, look at you.” I gather her hair in my fist, so her body is on full display. Those perked up nipples, the soaked, white triangle between her thighs, her swollen mouth and bright eyes. Breathtaking. She’s an angel and I’m not worthy, but I’d fight a hundred armies by myself to possess her. “Nothing I could say would do you justice, Quinn. You’re extraordinary.” I drop a rough bite onto her shoulder. “Now get down on your hands and knees so I can teach you the next part of your lesson.”
“Yes, Desmond,” she breathes, her knees landing on the floor before I’m done issuing the command. Her swift, natural response to being ordered around seems to surprise even Quinn. Have I been given more insight into what revs her engine?
I go down on my knees behind Quinn, taking a moment to appreciate her upturned ass, the way her white panties are sneaking into the shadowed crevice at the center. Leaning down, I bite each of her cheeks, then the small of her back, before tugging her butt flush to my lap and giving her a hard punch of my hips. There we are in the mirror, a big, inked beast of a man taking a dainty uptown girl from behind, her eyes wide to see what’ll happen next.