Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Like he was in utter awe of what he had in his arms.
It brought tears to my eyes even as my own arousal heightened. My nipples peaked in the air and after dropping the fabric, Quinn reached for my waist, squeezing me, before skimming his palms over my ribs. Anticipation buzzed along my body and I arched my back, readying for his touch. My breasts felt heavy, needful, wanting of his hands and his mouth.
Instead, Quinn chose to torture me, his palms skating down my stomach, his touch tightening that coiling tension deep inside me.
His fingers rested on the waistband of my jeans as our eyes held. Slowly, Quinn unbuttoned and unzipped me, then tugged the denim down over my hips. As he lowered to his haunches to guide them off my legs, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, steadying myself as I grew dizzier with need.
Quinn tugged off my boots—I lifted one foot and then the other for that and then again to help him ease the denim off.
He rested on one knee, his gaze traveling up my legs as his hands curled around my calves. His breath stuttered when his attention halted on the bright pink bikini briefs I wore. There was nothing overtly sexual about them, but when his eyes flew back to mine, I almost fell over at the hunger in them.
A rush of wet dampened my underwear and as if he sensed it, Quinn’s focus returned there. Tingles shivered over me as his hands coasted up my legs, tickling the back of my knees before smoothing across the front of my thighs until his fingertips glided into my inner leg.
“Spread for me.” His voice was guttural.
Another pulsing tug of arousal made me even wetter.
Part of me despaired at how turned on I was.
No one did this to me but him.
Only ever him.
I widened my legs.
Quinn’s fingers slid higher and he rolled his thumb over the fabric of my underwear, his expression tightening. “Soaked.” He let out a shuddering breath as he eased his fingers beneath the fabric and pushed inside me.
I gasped, my body bowing into the touch.
“Still so hot, so tight,” he whispered hoarsely. “So perfect.”
“Quinn,” I pleaded as he pumped into me in slow, languid strokes. “More.”
“Patience.” He grinned wickedly. “I told you I want to savor you.”
Gently he removed his fingers and then tugged down my underwear. My legs shook as I stepped out of them and Quinn pressed a hand to my stomach. “Sit down, lie back, and spread for me.”
Yes, yes, and yes.
I stumbled onto the edge of the bed but didn’t lie back. “I want to watch,” I whispered, widening my thighs slowly.
The muscle in Quinn’s cheek flexed as though he had to check his control. Finally, he nodded and reached for me, pulling my legs over his shoulders and my bottom up off the bed. I cried out, reaching for purchase to steady myself and realizing quickly Quinn had me. He wouldn’t let me fall.
As his head bent between my thighs, I slid my fingers through his hair and steadied myself with my other hand on his shoulder.
His beard tickled the sensitive skin there seconds before I felt his tongue push at my entrance.
“Oh!” I arched, my head falling back in instinct, but I righted myself because I wanted to watch. I wanted to know it was Quinn with his mouth on me.
His blue eyes flashed with triumph in the dim light as he nuzzled deeper into me and licked me from entrance to clit.
I made a guttural sound of want, curling my fingers into the soft strands of his hair as he tormented me. I tried to move against his mouth, but his fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place. He suckled me, pulling hard, and I panted as the preclimactic tension built. His tongue circled my clit and then slid down in a devouring, ravenous lick before pushing inside me.
“Quinn!” I undulated into him, my fingers tightening in his hair, tugging, making him grunt with approval and fuck me harder with his tongue. “Don’t stop!” I attempted to thrust against his mouth, climbing higher toward my orgasm.
“Look at me,” Quinn demanded and so I did.
I would have done anything for him in that moment.
Holding my gaze, he returned to the bundle of nerves at my apex and gently pushed two fingers inside me. He watched me as I gasped and panted and moaned his name, and he sucked until I shattered into a million fiery pieces.
Light filled my vision as the release quaked through me in powerful shudders. I could feel his groans between licks as he lapped up my climax.
Even as the pleasure of it zinged through my blood, I still felt this tight need in my gut, like there were a hundred more orgasms trapped inside me. My hands reached for Quinn as he lifted me to place me firmly in the middle of the bed.