She pulled away from him, and Quincy frowned at the loss of her touch but followed her across the room, through some shelves and to the back where a stack of blankets and pillows had been stored. His view of the door was totally blocked. It wasn’t a bad idea just in case someone did pop inside. They’d have a few seconds to gather themselves or hide.
When he turned back to Olivia, her dress was hiked up to her hips and she stared at him intently. No smile, just a look of such need, Quincy’s gut clenched and an answering need flooded his body. He kissed her again as they managed to lie back on the pile of blankets. Olivia moved a pillow behind her head, and once she was comfortable, pulled Quincy down to her. His lips moved over hers and to her neck, making his way to her collar bone and lower still. Her dress was strapless, and it had driven him crazy all morning seeing so much skin exposed, so much he could reach out and touch.
While one hand trailed delicately across the upper mounds of her breasts, the other slid up between her legs, pulled down her thong, and searched for her folds. He knew they didn’t have that much time, but the last thing he was going to do was rush someone who only last night had been a virgin.
The moment his finger found her clit and glided inside, they both sighed at the connection. He stretched her using another finger, moving them in a circular motion that made her squirm beneath him. Her hands buried in his hair. His erection grew painful in his pants as her wetness enveloped him, and she moaned at his touch moving slow and languid, in and out. Quincy flashed her a wicked grin before he turned his fingers and searched for just the right spot…
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“You want me to stop?” He let his thumb massage her clit while his fingers made a come hither motion inside of her, rubbing the sensitive spot inside her. Olivia’s back arched off the blankets, and he kissed her, swallowing her cries as he moved faster. “You didn’t answer.”
“No, God no. Don’t you dare.” The ragged whisper preceded her cries of pleasure. She squeezed his fingers tightly inside her, and just when the tremors started to wrack her body, Quincy leaned back and removed his hand. She frowned until she saw him undo his pants and place himself back on top of her.
The moment she spread her legs for him, Quincy was lost at the sight of her with her dress hiked up to her stomach and the top barely covering her nipples. Not for long. He wanted to see those, taste the sweetness of them as he took her again. He reached around to her side and pulled the zipper down, and she pulled the dress down the rest of the way for him. The moment she was free of it, his lips closed around her nipple and he pressed himself against her wetness.
Quincy nibbled, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him in. He could do nothing but oblige her and thrust inside in one smooth motion. She gasped, but when he glanced at her face, it wasn’t scrunched in pain but in languid pleasure as she took every inch of him and held there for a moment. His tongue licked and teased her nipple as he moved his hips and thrust inside her, slowly and deeply each time, making her legs tighten around him. She whispered his name, and he thrust faster, building the friction between them until he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.
She lifted his head and pulled him close to kiss him. He broke away for only a moment to whisper in her ear, “Come with me, Olivia,” before they tumbled over the edge.
Olivia cried out as he let himself go deep inside her with one final thrust, driving her back against the pillows. He took the rest of her cries in his mouth, kissing her fiercely as their bodies shook together.
When it was over, he slid down her body, slicked with sweat, kissing every inch he could before he reached the end and rolled over onto his back.
“Damn,” she whispered and laughed. “That was insane.”
“And that was just a quickie,” he mused before he looked around for something to quickly clean themselves with. A stack of packaged cleaning cloths was nearby, and he reached for it, popped it open, and pulled one out. He turned back over and gently wiped her, grinning as that simple touch made her gasp again.
“Give it here before I make another mess,” she said and took it, standing as she did. “What did you do with my underwear?”
“That is not underwear,” he said as he grabbed another cloth and cleaned himself, too. “That is a scrap of lace.”
“And you’re complaining about it?” The garment hung from her finger, and her breasts were still exposed. She wore a look of sheer pleasure in her eyes.
“God, no, you should wear them all the time.” Quincy zipped his pants and helped her straighten her dress. “We need to get back before they come looking for us.”
“How do I look? Fine, right?”
“You look like you just had a really good roll in the sack,” he said and tucked her hair behind her ears. “There, that’s better.”