“Now you have me,” he replied and kissed her cheek gently before turning her around to face him. “What do you want from me, Olivia? I’m yours tonight and every other night that I can manage to be in your bed.”
The words were so formal, yet they made Olivia want to claim this man. All thoughts of right or wrong went out the window, of what they were going to be to one another by the end of the summer. None of it mattered anymore. She wanted to feel him, to be with him, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Olivia unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes on his the whole time, and felt his chest move quicker at her touch. She shoved the fabric over his muscled shoulders and traced her fingers along his abs and up to his chest before they tickled his nipples. She leaned forward and licked one, tasting the salt of his skin and reveling in the curses he uttered. She did that to him, and she was going to do so much more.
Her hands moved lower while she continued to lick from one nipple to the other. She worked to undo his slacks and tugged them and his boxers down his body. No need to do one piece at a time. She was impatient to see him, all of him, in his fully erect glory.
Not letting her lips leave his body, she guided him backwards to her bed until his knees hit it and he had no choice but to sit. He lifted her up and pulled them both onto the center of it, kissing her fiercely, but she wasn’t done. She pulled away and slithered down his body before scooting off to the side so her hands and mouth had access to him. After winking at him, she licked up the whole length of him, loving the way his body twitched at such a touch.
“Woman, you’re trying to drive me insane,” he muttered.
“That’s the plan.”
He opened his mouth but groaned rather than spoke when she closed her mouth around him, taking as much of him as she could and sucking hard as she pulled back. Several words left his mouth, making her laugh, but she didn’t let up… until his hand snaked between her legs and his fingers slid smoothly back into her.
“What are you doing? I already had one,” she gasped as shimmers of pleasure filled her again.
His eyes glinted as he found that spot and rubbed against it. She gasped again, and he grinned even wider. “Who says you can’t have more than one?”
She couldn’t argue with him, not while he was twisting her insides in such a spectacular way that she almost forgot what she’d been doing. Almost. As his fingers continued their twisting and turning within her, she closed her lips around him, licking and sucking, feeling him harden more. But what he was doing was too much. She moaned against him, her hips moving with his hand, and suddenly, she was beneath him.
He’d rolled them both over, and as he looked deep into her eyes, he spread her legs with his knee and pressed himself against her, teasing her until she groaned in protest at the wait. The need was in his eyes, burning as hot as hers.
Quincy rocked his hips forward a little more, sliding just the tip inside before pulling out again. It was enough to make her cry out because of her over-sensitized flesh. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he leaned down to kiss her. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, so did the rest of him into her warmth. He filled her, pressing himself in to the hilt, and Olivia gripped his arms as he rubbed against her clit, sending every nerve into overdrive.
“God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear, and her whole body melted.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He kissed her fiercely, sucking her tongue as he moved within her, the ferocity of each thrust driving their bodies across the bed. Olivia let the experience fill her, her eyes closed as she tried to hold out for him. She knew it wouldn’t be long for him, and suddenly, she didn’t want to be on the bottom—she wanted to watch his face as she took him.
Though she was smaller than him, she managed to pull herself away at the right time and rolled them both over again until she straddled him. He asked what she was doing, but she lowered herself over him and they gasped together at the sudden reentry. Olivia rocked her hips forward while she took his hands and smoothed them up her body until he held her breasts. She set the pace, moving faster and faster as he lifted his hips to meet her every time. Olivia’s eyes remained focused on his as her mouth fell open with a gasp and her hands braced her body against the headboard.
Ecstasy overtook her body, and it wasn’t hers to control anymore. She rode him harder and faster until the moment his cry joined hers, grunting as he filled her and she took it all. Feeling his release increased hers, and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer, falling onto his chest.
“Are you… alive?” she asked.
“Nuh-uh.”
“You sure?”
Quincy wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close against his body as he kissed her forehead. “I’m sure. We should do that more often.”