“No,” he smirked. “No, what I want to say is that I want you more than anything at this moment.” He pulled her closer to the blanket and turned her to face away from him while his hands brushed down her shoulders and around to her front. “I want all of you right now, right here.”
Olivia gasped when his hands suddenly closed around both breasts, and her head fell back against his chest while his hands massaged and his fingers tugged on her nipples. Sharp sensations of pleasure shot down between her legs, and she squirmed against him, grinding her hips against his. Quincy grunted, and his lips and tongue found her neck, kissing and licking a trail to her earlobe. His teeth grazed it, and Olivia’s knees went weak.
His arms held her up. One hand slipped lower across her flat stomach, pulling her back against him as his fingers found the edge of her panties—a black lace thong. Quincy’s erection pressed against her, and she felt her clit throb with a sudden need she’d never known.
“Quincy.” She breathed his name, and he smiled against her shoulder. “I want you.”
“In time, but we can’t rush it, not your first time,” he whispered into her ear. “I want it to be slow and languid.” His hand moved around to cup her ass and moved back to the front to run down between her legs. “I want you to feel every bit of pleasure I can give you so you’re wet and dripping when I take you. So you forget about any other man who has ever touched you before.”
Though she couldn’t form the words, she wanted him to know that was not going to be a problem. Her clit ached with need, and her nipples hardened even more. She thought he was going to kiss her, but his lips moved to her breast instead, licking the swell and circling her nipple. He sucked and teased as his hand pulled her panties down her hips a little at a time. Olivia’s vision blurred as her hands dug through his hair, pushing his head as close as it could get to her. The pleasure was too much! And they were only getting started.
She groaned as the longing between her legs grew, and all she wanted was his touch there to soothe it. He moved down the length of her naked body, kissing the outline of her ribs then lower until he nibbled at her hip. Olivia gasped when his hand moved between her legs, gliding across her inner thigh and spreading her legs apart enough so his hand could reach her warmth.
“Do you want me?” he asked, his fingers teasing her swollen lips.
Olivia moaned in answer as her hands tangled in his hair. One of his fingers moved higher and gently pushed inside. She sucked in a breath at the new sensation but didn’t get to experience it long before he moved his head forward and his tongue darted out, licking her clit. She thought about backing away—it was weird for him to be there—but then he started to suck and she lost all thoughts of doing anything. If his arm hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve tumbled to the sand as shooting spirals of intense pleasure passed through her body, building with each pull of his mouth.
Quincy chuckled against her, and it reverberated up through her. He slid another finger inside, turning and twisting, stretching her as her inner muscles clenched tightly.
“Quincy,” she whispered his name. “I can’t… I can’t take much more… Oh my God.”
“That’s the point,” he muttered against her with a smile. She looked into his eyes as he slid another finger inside of her. A cry escaped her lips as they moved in and out, faster and faster, while his lips returned to her clit.
Barely five seconds later, she cried out to the waves. Her knees were jelly, and the only thing holding her up was Quincy’s arm as she embraced the insane tremors of pleasure rushing through her. As she gasped for breath, every nerve on fire between her legs, Quincy scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the blanket.
“That was incredible,” she whispered as she stretched her arms and legs out, more relaxed than she’d been in months.
“It’s not even the best part yet.”
“Oh no?” She rolled over on top of him, flattening him to the blanket. “What part might that be?” She worked at the buttons on his shirt and leaned down to kiss him. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and as their lips moved in a slow, hypnotic dance, Olivia’s fingers almost forgot what they were doing.
Quincy sat up enough so he could take his shirt off. He cupped her face in his hands, pressing her against his bare chest. Olivia moaned as her sensitive nipples brushed his fine hairs and skin. Her hands kept going lower and found his pants. His lips never left hers as she undid them and started to pull them off. He laughed when they wouldn’t go anywhere.
“Stand up,” she said and rolled off of him.