Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“I need you,” she whispers against my hair as I trail kisses down her body. “Quinn, I need you so much.”
The vulnerability in her voice, the trust she places in me, makes my chest tight with emotion. I’ve never felt this connected to another person, never wanted to please someone so completely.
I take my time with her, using my lips and tongue to bring her to the edge again and again, until she trembles beneath me, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. When she finally breaks apart, her back arching off the bed, the sight of her lost in pleasure is so beautiful it almost undoes me completely.
“Come here,” she says breathlessly, reaching for me, and I move back up to kiss her, tasting her satisfaction on my lips.
She rolls us over, straddling me, the sight of her above me, skin flushed and eyes dark with want, makes my hands tighten on her hips.
“My turn,” she says with a smile that’s both innocent and wicked, and then she kisses her way down my body, her lips and tongue setting me on fire.
By the time she makes her way back up to me, I barely hold onto control. She positions herself above me, her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment we just look at each other, both of us understanding that this changes everything.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” she whispers, and then she sinks down onto me, and the sensation is so fucking perfect, I swear I forget all my worries.
We move together slowly at first, learning each other’s rhythm, finding the perfect synchronization. Her hands brace against my chest, her head thrown back in pleasure, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“God, Justine,” I breathe, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, and she responds by moving faster, her movements becoming more urgent.
The connection between us is electric, every touch sending shockwaves through my system. When she leans down to kiss me, changing the angle, we both moan into each other’s mouths at the increased sensation.
I roll us over again, needing to be closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and the way she says my name as I move inside her makes me feel like I could conquer the world.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her lips against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “Please don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. This feeling, this connection, this perfect harmony between our bodies, I want it to last forever. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every expression that crosses her face, every way her body responds to mine.
When her climax builds again, I can feel it in the way she tightens around me, in the way her nails dig into my shoulders, in the way she breathes my name like it’s the only word she knows. I hold her through it, watching her face as she comes apart in my arms, and the trust and love I see there pushes me over the edge with her.
We collapse together afterward, breathing hard, our bodies still intertwined. I pull the covers over us and gather her close, her head on my chest, her hair spread across my skin.
“That was . . .” she starts, then trails off.
“Yeah,” I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It was.”
We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, listening to each other breathe, to the distant sounds of the city slowly coming back to life as power is restored in patches. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest, and I run my hands through her hair, both of us seemingly reluctant to break the spell of this moment.
“Quinn?” she says eventually, her voice soft in the darkness.
“Mmm?”
“I’m glad we waited. Until it meant something. Until it was right.”
I tighten my arms around her. “Me too. Though I have to admit, there were moments I wasn’t sure I was going to survive the waiting.”
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Like when?”
“Like every time you wore those leather pants on stage. Or when you fell asleep against me on the bus that first time. Or basically every moment since I opened my eyes, and you were there. You helped me heal when I didn’t know I needed it. I knew you were special the first time I saw you at Trixie’s. It just took someone else leaving to show me what was right in front of me.”
She lifts her head to look at me, and even in the dim light, I can see her smile. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Good,” she says, settling back against me. “Because you’ve done the same to me.”
I run my hand down her back, marveling at the softness of her skin, at the fact that she’s here in my arms. “What are you thinking about?”