“I need you inside me,” I whimper.
His mouth leaves my breast, a soft gasp escaping my lips as the cool air nips at my exposed flesh. Quill doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs the hem of my shirt and flips it up off my head, then makes quick work of my bra clasp as he renders me completely topless.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of me and I grin. I’ve always been a busty babe. If there’s one thing I got from my mother, it was her feminine, hourglass shape. My thick thighs and round booty serve to balance out my ample bosom, and I can tell by the look on his face that Quill’s enjoying everything he sees.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I say, leaning forward and letting my breath tickle his ear before nuzzling my face into his neck.
“How about you stand up for a second and we rectify that?” he growls.
I scoot backwards and plant my feet on the floor, standing in front of him. My stretchy yoga pants roll over my hips and down my legs, crumpling around my feet until I kick them off somewhere across the floor.
Quill stands and flips his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. It was obvious through his clothes that he was in good shape, but he’s in far better shape than I could have imagined. His pants quickly follow suit. My face flushes a fiery heat as I notice the damp spot on his boxers. I’m even more aroused seeing how turned on I’ve made him.
He slips his boxers off, letting his raging hardness spring out to greet me. He’s long and thick, not ridiculously so, but in a way that makes every inch of my lady bits tingle and ache with excitement to give him a ride. The head glistens as he sits back on the couch, taking my hand and pulling me over toward him.
I lower myself down into his lap. His hands snake around and squeeze my ass cheeks, causing me to squeal as I position my body over his tip. He parts my body, stretching me, as I sink down ever so slowly, both of us holding our breath. I bury his length inch by inch, moaning loudly as I finally coax the last of him inside me. My pelvis presses against him and I scream his name.
There’s something about being with him that I can’t put my finger on that’s different. It’s sweet and it’s sexy. It’s soft and it’s hard. And it’s making me feel happy and alive. But there’s a truth on the outside of those walls. One that I won’t be able to ignore after tonight. It’ll all be the same.
I push it all down. I’m here. He’s here. We’re here and now. And that’s enough for now. What happens tomorrow isn’t what’s important. This is what I need right now.
I don’t know how long I can hold out with the way he’s filling me. I’m already so close.
It’s time to feel a lot more than my normal grumpy.