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I knew I wouldn’t regret waiting.
Quinn kissed the back of my neck as he removed his finger, then the toy. It hit the ground with a thud, which sent a jolt through my body, but before my senses could start to feel overwhelmed, he had two fingers back inside me, pumping, grazing that spot that made me see stars.
“Condom or no condom?”
“Do you…have you…” I had to take a breath. The way he was fingering me was entirely distracting, and words were already hard enough when I was worked up like this. “With anyone since me?”
“No. You’re still the only person I’ve been with in years.” He kissed my shoulder again. “But the condom will make it less messy.”
That was a good point. The lube was bad enough, and the sensation of having something all wet and sticky inside me and dribbling between my legs would be too much.
“Okay,” I gasped, fucking my hips down hard on his hand.
He grunted, then began to finger-fuck me hard, deep, and fast. The sound of his hand slapping against my ass filled the room, and for a moment, I thought I might come that way. Iturned my face into the pillow and made a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream.
And then his fingers were gone. I gasped. I knew he was going to pull away, but the shock of being so suddenly empty was overwhelming. My head shot up, and I looked back just as he was grabbing his dick and pressing it against me.
The wrinkled tip of the condom didn’t feel great at first, but then he gave a single thrust with his hips, and the head of his dick slipped inside. I collapsed forward again as he wrapped one arm tightly around me, wedged between my body and the mattress.
His other hand took my hip and began to guide me back against him as he slid all the way inside me. It took me a couple of seconds to understand that the weird noise I was hearing was my own voice. I wasn’t sure I’d ever made that kind of sound before in my life.
It was raw. It was real. Visceral. Feral. Profound.
My eyes slammed shut, and I simply let myself feel as he rolled his hips, rocking himself deeper and deeper inside my body.
“Love the way you feel,” he murmured as he began to pick up speed. The sound of my grunts was now accompanied by an orchestra of his skin slapping against mine. “Love the way you respond to me. Love how much you fucking want it.”
“Ohgod.” The words came out thready and weak. I thought maybe I should do more, use my arms to push myself harder into his thrusts, but I couldn’t.
Quinn didn’t seem to care. He was lost too, chasing his orgasm deep inside me. “Look at you fucking take it. Look at you take me. Ferris, Ferris,fuck,” he gasped.
His dick thickened, throbbing as it hit that spot deep inside me that brought me to a place of pleasure I didn’t know existed.His hips moved faster now, his breathing coming in hard grunts, and I could feel him shaking.
“Please,” I managed to get out in a trembling wheeze.Touch me, stroke me, make me come with you.But the words wouldn’t move past that barrier that existed between my brain and my mouth.
It was like he knew though. He knew what novel I was trying to speak in that single word. His arm draped over my hip, and he caught my cock in his palm, stroking me upward against my stomach as he fucked me harder. Faster. Deeper.
My vision was lost entirely. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were open or closed. All I could see was a rainbow shower of sparks as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. It was intense and powerful, my spine arching against him, my ass pushing backward as hard as it could, taking him as deep as I could manage.
I was tense from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, and I knew I was going to feel the pain in my leg later, but right then, it didn’t matter. Right then, it was this, and nothing else.
The only thing in the world that mattered was his cock deep inside me.
“Ferris,” he whispered. That single sound broke the spell, shattering the bubble around us. He laid kisses across my shoulders, my wet, spent dick lying against the sheet as he rocked himself gently out of me. He kept his chest pressed against my back, and his hands roamed over my body with a perfect weight that kept me grounded.
“Oh god,” I managed to get out. I was shaking now, but my breathing was starting to even out.
“Stay with me,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Tell me what you need.”
“Kiss,” I said.
He rolled me over, and I could feel the slight squishing sensation from the lube, but it wasn’t as bad as before. The sheets were wet with my come, but I ignored it for the moment as he shoved his leg between mine, grabbed me by the jaw, then kissed the absolute breath out of me.
Forcing me to keep air in my lungs as his tongue plundered my mouth kept me from floating off into a sea of overstimulation. And when he pulled back, I was still a little out of it, but not nearly the way I had been the first time we’d done this.
He was my ballast.
“Okay?” he asked. He stroked a firm touch down the edge of my jaw.
