Page 17 of Hot Lovin'

Seconds—or is it minutes?—later, I collapse onto the mattress, my heart thundering behind my ribs, my core still pulsing with delicious aftershocks. I’m vaguely aware of Quinn extricating himself from my quivering legs and looming over me.

I bite my lip as his hard cock brushes my belly. Bending my knees, I press them against his hips. “Please, Quinn. I need you inside me.”

A flush stains his cheekbones as he hovers over me. “Shit. I don’t have protection.”

“I’m clean,” I huff, hooking my legs around the backs of his thighs, urging him forward. “And I’m on the pill.”

“I’m clean, too, sweetheart. Haven’t been with anyone for”—he shakes his head—“Christ, almost a decade. I’m out of practice,” he admits gruffly.

My eyes widen. “If this is you out of practice, I may not survive when you’re back to full form.”

He grins and lowers his head, kissing me slowly, tenderly. “You ready, love?”

I nod, my heart pounding. “Yes, please.”

I curl my hands over his shoulders as Quinn reaches between us, fisting his cock. I jerk and moan as he rubs the head between my folds, lubing himself up with my juices. Pressing the broad head against my entrance, he drives home with one slick thrust.

For a split second, sparks of pure lust pulse beneath my skin.

And then…

It burns. I tense against the intense fullness. I’m stretched to capacity. My cry of pain is muffled against Quinn’s neck, but he hears. And stops. His muscles bunch beneath my fingers, and an agonized snarl rips from his throat as he pulls back to look at me.

“No, Lottie. Sweetheart, no. You’re a virgin?”

I grit my teeth against the discomfort and summon a smile. “Was.”

“You should’ve told me,” he says hoarsely. “I would’ve been gentle. Fuck, you deserve better than this.”

He starts to pull away, but I tighten my thighs around his hips. “Don’t you dare, Quinn. Don’t you dare leave me. This is my choice. You are my choice. This is exactly what I deserve. What I want. Because it’s with you.”

He cups my jaw, his thumb beneath my chin, tilting my head back so our eyes meet. “What about my fingers on your pussy? Was that the first time, too?”

“Yes.”

“And my mouth?”

“Only you, Quinn.”

He swallows audibly and drops his forehead to mine. “All your firsts with me. There’s so much I want to do to you. With you.”

I stroke my fingers over his stubbled cheek and wriggle beneath him. “So what are you waiting for? It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Quinn palms my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple. He groans as I clench around him. His head sinks into the pillow next to my head. “Christ, don’t do that, sweetheart. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

My hand moves to his lower back, tracing the divots at the base of his spine. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” he pants. “Give me a second. Be a good girl, and don’t move.”

Be a good girl. I grit my teeth at his words. God, I want to be his good girl. I try to do as he says. I try not to move. But he feels so large and foreign inside me, and I clench around him involuntarily.

“Fuck, Lottie,” he grunts.

I look between us as he pulls out halfway and grips the base of his cock, leaving just the tip inside. But he’s fighting a losing battle. His face twists with pleasure, head thrown back, jaw clenched. A harsh shout leaves his throat as he shudders and spills inside me.

And spills, and spills until it overflows between us.

I watch every moment, utterly spellbound. It’s as if he’s in the throes of a release that transcends mortal pleasure.

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