Page 27 of His Wisconsin Wallflower
Grinning, he noticed how her belly quivered, and her legs shook once he settled between her thighs and looked his fill.
“My baby likes to be tied down and helpless,” he murmured, swiping a finger through her wet folds and stroking the inside of her thigh, letting her feel for herself how wet she was for him.
Raisa’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “Quinten,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
“Are you ready to come for me?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer, but settled in. He found her most sensitive spot with his mouth and began to feast on her with a fervor that left her gasping. “You taste so good,” he groaned against her pussy, before dipping his tongue inside and letting it do its magic.
His senses were on fire. He drank in every single detail, how her body responded to his every touch. She gulped in air and held her breath.
Lifting his head, he pressed a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight, managed to add another, and found the spongyspot. Making a ‘come here’ gesture with both fingers, he ordered, “Come for me, baby,” before lowering his head and sucking her clit into his mouth.
Letting out a hoarse cry, she flew apart beneath his touch. Her hips bucked despite the bindings, and he lapped up every drop of cream she was spilling, enjoying the tangy-sweet taste of her.
She’s perfect.
Bringing her down with the soft swipes of his tongue, he withdrew his fingers, grinning when her greedy cunt tried to suck them back in.
Don’t worry—you’ll be taking my dick next.
Quinten crawled up the mattress slowly, savoring the view. Her body was spread open and flushed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks while her chest rose and fell in stuttering breaths. He left her ankles bound, liking the way the tension kept her open, but reached for her wrists.
He worked the knot at her wrists so that the bindings loosened, falling away with a soft whisper against the sheets. She didn’t say anything—simply blinked up at him, dazed and flushed.
The moment her arms were free, she wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. Her body melted into his, soft and warm and trusting.
Quinten exhaled, tension draining from his chest like air from a balloon. He buried a hand in her hair and held her close, letting her cling to him. Yeah. That was what she needed. Connection. The solid weight of him above her, the reassurance of her hands in motion.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a tiny sigh, and something in his chest tugged hard. He could still feel the damp heat between her thighs, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her, but he didn’t move.
Not yet.
He let her hold him first.
When her breathing regulated, she stirred, and he glanced down at her.
Raise blinked up at him, looking dazed and glowing. He kissed her temple, her jaw, the side of her neck. His caresses were slow and tender passes of his lips that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with worship.
She trembled against him, still high, still letting it settle as she quested with her fingertips over his shoulders, up the thick cords of muscle along his neck and across the expanse of his upper back. She lingered there, almost kneading. He grinned into her hair. She liked his muscles as much as he liked her softness.
She didn’t see herself clearly, not yet. She was too self-conscious and unsure about her own appeal. That was about to change. He’d spend all night, the rest of his life if he had to, fucking the doubt right out of her.
She moved in his arms, breath warm against his collarbone, and those beautiful, sleep-heavy eyes blinked open. “Can I return the favor?”
He cocked his head, brushing a knuckle along her jaw. “Not tonight.” He let his voice drop to a low, possessive rumble. “I want to fuck you, bright eyes. Are you good with that?”
She gave the tiniest nod.
He arched a brow. “That’s not a word, baby.”
Her cheeks darkened, but her voice came out steady enough. “Yes. Please.”
He reached for the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and stood to shed his clothes. She tracked every movement, every inch of skin he revealed. When he rolled the latex on, her eyes stayed fixed on his hands, and his cock twitched under her attention.
He chuckled. “The little fucker is impatient to be in you.”
Her smile was shy, but she held out her arms in invitation.
