Page 81 of Top Shelf
“Hnng.” I hummed loudly against the back of his neck, fighting the urge to bite down.
His hand reached backward, fingers digging into my ass. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up, okay? Fuck me hard.”
“I c-can’t,” I managed. “Quinn. Quinn.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to come. It’s s-so tight. So tight.” The last word came out like a sob, and the urge to chase my orgasm was almost overwhelming.
“I know. Come, baby. Let me feel how you can’t even control yourself the second you’re inside me. Let me feel it when you lose your fucking mind.”
I groaned, then lost control. My hips snapped forward hard, fast, no real rhythm. In the fog, I was vaguely aware he was jerking himself off. I could feel his arm moving, wrist tugging as I fucked him faster and faster andharder.
I was lost to the sound of it, my skin slapping his, the way he was tight around me, and hot. The way his breath came in tiny, begging gasps. The way his body moved with mine like this was the only thing we were ever meant to do.
It was too much. The feeling was too good. My skin felt like it was catching fire as I let go, and my vision went white as I spilled inside him. I was moving on autopilot, no control at all as I rocked deep inside him, my abs so tense they were spasming. Rolling my hips, I let his ass milk me of every drop, and I rolled away the moment I felt like I was going to lose it.
It was hell not touching him, and it didn’t take long for him to notice that the sounds coming from my chest were mesobbing. He rolled on top of me, pressing me into the bed with almost all of his weight, and only then could I breathe.
Only then could I find myself after being lost in the void.
“Too much,” I managed to get out.
He kissed the side of my neck softly—not too soft. Just enough. “I know.” His voice rumbled from his chest against mine. I liked it. “It’ll get better next time. It won’t be as much.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this again, as much as it was maybe the best thing I’d ever felt.
“I love you,” I managed to choke out after some time, and he sagged against me before rolling to the side. My body was relaxed now, and holding him was easier.
“Thank you.”
I tried for a laugh. “Silly thing to thank me for.”
“No.” He pushed up on his elbow and traced his fingers down my jaw, then down my neck where my pulse was still pounding. “Not just for this. Not just for the way you make me come and the way you make me feel after. Thank you for all of it.”
I looked up into his eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“I know I was whole before I met you, but I didn’t feel complete until you got into my car and smiled at me that first time. I didn’t understand the feeling back then, but I do now.”
“Love?”
“It’s more than that. I’m not smart enough to know all the words. But I think I understand why people who are trying to understand the human condition become philosophers.”
I sighed and brought his hand to my face, nuzzling into his palm. “I still think it’s love.”
He laughed and rubbed his thumb along my cheek. “Love works.”
“It feels like enough, eh?”
He tilted his head to the side, and then, instead of giving me an answer, he leaned in and took a kiss. It was wordless, and endless, and everything I never knew I needed.
And the best part was, I knew in that moment, he was always going to be mine.
Epilogue
Quinn: Ten Months Later
The gutting feelingof being knocked out of the playoffs first round was second to none. Except that wasn’t true anymore. The most gutting feeling in the world now was watching the love of my life in the net for the game that knocked them out of the first-round playoffs.
