“That feels so fucking good, Quinn.”
“I bet I can make it feel even better.”
She removes her hand, and I turn to face her. Her fingers go to her blouse, and she slowly unbuttons it. I’m so goddamn anxious to get my mouth on her, if she doesn’t hurry, I’m going to tear her shirt off.
“Something wrong?” she asks, as I scrub my hand over my chin, the other going to my throbbing dick.
“Yeah, I need you naked. Now.”
“These buttons,” she says. “There so tiny.”
“Do you like that shirt, Quinn?”
“I like it well enough.” She works at one button, can’t seem to get it through the hole.
“Is it replaceable?”
Her eyes go wide, like she knows exactly what’s pinging around inside my brain. “Yes,” she whispers.
I step up to her, back her into the wall, and put her hands over her head. “Keep them there.”
Her pulse jumps at the base of her throat as I grip the shirt and tear it open, the little buttons clattering on the tile floor. Her gasp curls around me as I grip her bra and pull it down to expose her pale pink nipples. “These,” I say. “I need my mouth on these.” I lean into her and roughly pull one nub into my mouth, kissing it, rolling my tongue over it, and clamping down with my teeth.
“Jonah,” she cries out, her entire body quaking.
“Mmm,” I say, and suck on her other nipple, giving it the same torturous treatment, until Quinn is a quivering mess of need and pleasure.
I stand back, look at the love bruises I gave her and smile. I like branding her. Like seeing my marks on her skin. But that thought brings on another, one that fills me with possession.
“While you’re here with me, helping out, you’re mine, Quinn. No one else’s, okay?” She stares at me, her big blue eyes wide and filled with lust. “Okay?” I ask again, a little more force behind that one word, as I think about another man’s hands on her body. No way. No fucking way do I like the image, or the rage it arouses in me.
Careful dude, this is just sex.
She nods. “And you?” she asks.
“I don’t want anyone else but you,” I say, my body so damn hard and needy for her, I’m not sure I’m thinking straight. “I only want you in my bed.”
Fuck, it’s true. I only want her in my bed. I just pray to fuck when we find a nanny, I’ll have gotten her out of my system. There is no future for us, right? Jesus, she doesn’t even want anyone to know she’s sleeping with me, to get the wrong idea about us, and her brother would fucking kill me.
Her entire body softens, and I sense a change in her as she opens to me, offering herself up completely. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be than in your bed.” Her hands slide down the wall, and she unzips her skirt, wiggling it down her legs. “But why don’t we start in the shower.”
Jesus, she’s fucking killing me.
I stand back and take pleasure in her beautiful naked body as she undresses. I keep my hand on my dick, stroking softly, and from the way she’s watching me, making soft, sexy noise, I get that she likes it. Who knew this woman would be so playful, so open and uninhibited in the bedroom? I have to say I love this side of her.
I kick off my pants, and when she steps into the steam and crooks her finger, I follow her in. The hot spray feels good on my body, but Quinn feels even better in my hands. She grabs my soap and runs it over my tight muscles.
“That feels good,” I murmur, but she had her fun, now it’s my turn.
I take the soap from her, lather my hands, and start at her shoulders. Eager to touch every inch of her body—and I mean every inch—I scrub the workday from her flesh. I run my hand over her arms, breasts and stomach. She stands there, eyes closed, a slight smile on her mouth. I shift her, pulling her under the spray to rinse the bubbles, then I turn her around. I move her hair from her shoulders and run my hands over her back and sides. Testing her, I lean her forward and brace her hands on the wall, until her sweet ass is aimed my way.
I soap my hands again, grab her soft cheeks and knead them like dough. I slide one finger between her crevice, and move it slowly around her puckered opening, teasing it open. Her breathing changes, a little hitch in her voice when she gasps, which speaks volumes. She’s never been touched like this before. My chest puffs up, thrilled that I’m the first. I apply a tiny bit of pressure to her opening, taking extra care of her body, wanting to do this right for her, as I slide my other hand around her hips to stroke her clit.
“Jonah,” she whispers, and starts to move against me. Every time she rears back, my finger goes a little deeper into her sweet ass, but I’m careful not to give her too much her first time. I reposition, move to her side, so I can dip a finger into her hot little pussy and rub by palm over her clit. She moves faster, riding both of my fingers at the same time.
“That’s it, Quinn. Fuck my fingers, take what you need.”
A moan rolls out of her throat, and her clit swells beneath my ministrations. She’s so wet, her desire is dripping down my hand. I fucking love seeing her like this, love that I can do this for her. I kiss her shoulder, nip at it, and she moves a little quicker, a frantic grind of her hips as an orgasm pulls at her.