Page 62 of The One for Forever

I place a hand on the underside of each of her thighs, supporting her legs and spreading them wide. Then I bow forward. Ready to worship her. But still, I pause. Drawing out the moment and building the anticipation.

The flat of my tongue slides over her pussy, and Quinn cries out. It’s a needy, desperate sound. “Finally.Yes.”

And I lose control.

I feast on her. Licking, sucking, and nipping at her sensitive folds. My tongue flicks over her clit before I thrust it into her opening as deep as I can go. She tastes faintly of ocean water, but mostly her own sweet liquor. I drink her in and she goes straight to my head.

She’s chanting my name, and that just urges me on. I swirl and pulse my tongue at her clit. Her thighs are shaking under my hands. I hike one of her legs even higher, my other hand moving to push a finger into her opening. And she cries out. “Rex. Right there. Don’t stop.”

I keep up the rapid ministrations of my tongue while my finger pumps in and out. She convulses and shudders, her channel tightening on my digit. More of her sweetness coats my fingers. She continues to shake, and I pump another finger inside her to draw out her orgasm.

After she’s done, Quinn goes limp. “That was…that was…”

“I know.” I climb onto the sectional, shoving my swim trunks down and off along the way. My cock is so swollen it pops free and slaps my abs. I straddle her, one knee to either side of her waist. She closes her slender fingers around my shaft and strokes me up and down.

I tip my head back, eyes closing briefly. “So good.”

I add my own hand over hers to tighten her grip, quickening her pace as she jacks me. Precome leaks from my tip and spills onto our overlapping fists.

“Need to kiss you,” I say.

I lower my upper body over her, bracing a hand by her head while my other keeps up that fast pace on my cock. Our lips and tongues tangle. It’s messy and unpolished and perfect.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly. “Come in my mouth? Please?”

My cock bucks in our joined grips. “Fuck, yes.”

She lets go of me. I lay to one side of her on the wide sectional couch, propped on an elbow. My fist holds on to the base of my cock, keeping it upright. Quinn bends over. Her soft, wet mouth closes around the tip.

I make a strangled sound. It’s mind-blowing how incredible this feels. I stroke my shaft, and she sucks the head, her tongue swirling over my slit.

The tingle in my balls becomes an explosion of pleasure.

“Ungh, Quinn. That’s perfect. You’re making me come. Yes.”

I keep saying dirty things, barely aware of the words. She hums as I shoot into her mouth. Her throat works as she swallows. I’m carried away by the waves of good feeling.

I don’t want it to end.

It does, of course, and Quinn stretches out beside me. I grasp her chin. Crash my mouth onto hers. We taste one another, our flavors mixing. I have no idea how long we kiss. Eventually, I’m aware of her breathing. The caress of a warm breeze coming through the open patio door, and the faraway screech of a seagull.

I give her another soft kiss. Another. “My gorgeous girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been here waiting for you.”

17

At some point, we’ll have to get up. I’d stay naked on the couch with her all day, but my stomach is growling. If only I could get my brain to work. Somebody sucked it right out of me.

“We need lunch,” Quinn says. “You’re hungry.”

“Hmmm?”

“You need to move. You’re half on top of me, and you’re heavy.” She pushes at my shoulder and laughs. “Aren’t you supposed to be my hyper-vigilant bodyguard? You’re useless right now.”

“That’s mean.” Summoning all my energy, I get into a pushup position over her. I drop a kiss on her nose and then launch myself up to standing.

“Now you’re just showing off.”

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