Page 79 of No Turning Back
“You’re staring,” she whispers, pink spreading down her throat.
“Can’t help it,” I rasp. “You’re beautiful.”
She unhooks the bra and slips it off, and I swear my heart stops. All those years of imagining her like this don’t hold a candle to the real thing.
“Your turn.” She tugs at my shirt.
I strip it off fast, toss it aside. Her hands are on me instantly, fingers tracing my chest, sliding lower. When her nails scrape my stomach, I have to shut my eyes and breathe through it.
“Quinn,” I mutter, lowering myself over her.
Her chest rises fast against mine. I brush my thumb over her nipple, watching it tighten under my touch. She gasps, arches into my hand.
“You’re even more beautiful than I ever pictured,” I tell her.
“You’ve pictured this?” she teases, breathless.
“More times than I should admit.”
I put my mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple between my lips. The sound she makes shoots fire straight through me. Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me there while I taste her, moving from one to the other.
I want to take my time. Learn her body. No rushing. She’s here. She’s mine.
My mouth trails down her stomach. My fingers hook into her jeans, and I look up at her. She nods, lifting her hips, and I slide them down along with her panties. My chest tightens at the sight of her.
“God, Quinn.”
She’s perfect. Every inch of her. My hands shake running up her thighs.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, voice low.
Her eyes widen, but she nods, opening for me. That trust about knocks me flat.
I start slow, kissing her thighs, teasing. She trembles under me.
“Sam,” she gasps.
I look up at her, then drag my tongue along her. Her head falls back, eyes closing, mouth open. The sight of her like that makes my cock ache.
Her panties hit the floor, and I settle between her legs. I blow across her skin, trace circles on her thighs, keep her waiting.
“Please,” she whispers.
That word breaks me. I bury my mouth in her pussy, tongue working her, groaning at the taste of her. Her thighs quiver against my head, her hips rise, her fingers grip my hair.
She’s a wreck, gasping my name, her body straining. I slide two fingers inside her while I work her clit, and she comes apart, crying out, clamping down on me. I hold her through it, easing her down until she’s limp against the mattress.
I kiss her thigh one more time and sit back, wiping my mouth. She watches me, still flushed, still hungry.
I strip down quick, freeing myself. Her eyes widen, taking me in, biting her lip. My cock jumps under her gaze.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I crawl over her, careful with my weight. Skin on skin makes me groan against her neck.
Her hand slides down my back, gripping my ass. Bold, fearless Quinn. Always taking what she wants.
“Got protection?” she asks, breathless.
