When I looked back up, her head was thrown back and her eyes were screwed shut. That shit did not fly with me. She could lose herself in ecstasy with me for the next eighty years.
But, this time, she was with me. I wanted her eyes opened until her tight * milked the cum from my cock. Some things were better seen than heard. And I wanted her to witness the moment I claimed her as my own.
Then I wanted to witness the moment when she realized she didn’t need to claim me at all. I was already hers.
After a hard kiss, I bit her bottom lip as I pulled away. “Look at me.”
She obeyed, fluttering her lids open but not stilling her hips.
The warmth hit me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.
It also lit me ablaze.
Shoving her dress up to her stomach, I hooked a finger in her panties and pulled them aside. Finding her drenched, I didn’t delay in filling her with two fingers.
Her back arched off the mat as a strangled cry escaped her throat.
“Look at me,” I ordered again, dropping my thumb to her clit.
She didn’t.
She sat straight up and crashed her mouth into mine. Our teeth clanked together as she rocked against my fingers. Her tongue swept my mouth, deeper each time.
Oh, fuck this.
Pulling out, I lowered her back to the mat. Her mouth was still attached to mine when I snatched my shorts down and freed my cock. Gripping the shaft, I glided the tip up to her clit then back down, poising myself at her entrance.
Releasing her mouth, I panted, “I don’t have a condom.”
I knew that Liv was on birth control. She had a stupid timer on her phone that went off every day at six p.m. to remind her to take it. Still, this was our first time together. She should be the one who made that decision.
“It’s okay. Please, Qua—” Her plea morphed into a moan as I planted myself inside her. Her hands slammed down at her sides, fisting imaginary sheets.
I hadn’t even moved yet and my balls were already drawing up with an impending orgasm.
That was going to wait though. No fucking way I was going to miss the sight of her coming on my cock.
Slowly drawing out, I tugged down the top of her dress until one breast popped free. Stroking her nipple with my thumb, I drove back in, stilling when I bottomed out. Her thighs sawed at my sides, urging me to give her more, but I couldn’t move.
She was so fucking beautiful.
My cock inside her.
My hand teasing her breast.
Her eyes aimed at me taking her body.
Needy for me.
All fucking mine.
Liv.
Lowering myself to my elbows, I got my head together and gave her what she wanted.
I worked us both to the brink, backing off before repeating the process.
Our moans intertwined to form a harmony, guided by the melody of our bodies.
I wasn’t rough. I definitely wasn’t gentle.
Her core clenched, gripping me so tight that it almost sent me over the edge.
So close.
Angling my hips, I worked her even deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pressed up so I could see her face.
My lungs burned for the exhale I refused them. I’d waited my entire life for this moment with Liv. Air could wait.
Finally, her arms flew up and folded over my back. “Quarry. Oh, God, Quarry,” she cried, her nails scoring my back as she pulsed around me—ruining me in the best possible way.
Her body slacked, but she clung to my back. I pistoned in search of my own release.
Moments later, I buried my face in her neck and came on the life-altering exhale of her name.
HE HADN’T EVEN PULLED OUT before the guilt slashed through me. His lips were peppering kisses up my neck—each one so reverent that it felt as though it were being tattooed on my soul.
But hidden in my depths of soul would have to be where they stayed.
I wasn’t giving them back.
But they weren’t mine to keep, either.
My chest quaked with a silent sob.
“I need to get up,” I rushed out so he hopefully couldn’t hear the tremor in my voice.
“Mmmm,” he purred into my neck without moving off me.
“Quarry, please.”
“Do you understand how long I’ve wanted you?”
With a jolt, my entire body solidified.
The three weeks he was about to rattle off was going to hurt like hell. Especially since the time I’d wanted him was a lot closer to, oh….my entire life.
“Let me up.” I shimmied up, and it regrettably caused his softening dick to slide out.
The loss severed our connection—and my heart.
He trailed kisses down my chest. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. For months, I’ve wanted you like this.”
Months?
My breath caught in my throat.
“You.” Kiss. “Naked.” Kiss. “On top of me.” Kiss. “On your knees.” Kiss. “Under me.” His tongue laved over my exposed nipple.
My chest defied my mind and arched into him as he sucked me into his mouth. Sparks rushed to my clit, awakening my sated body all over again.
No way could that happen again.
I gasped as his teeth raked across the sensitive flesh of my breast.
Well. Maybe. Just once more.
He kissed across my chest, scooping into the top of my dress in search of my other breast. “Want to take a shower?”
What the hell was he doing?