“When I get you on my bed, I’m going to eat your sweet cunt, and make you come and come and come again, so hard that I’m still going to taste you on my tongue a week from now.”
“Jonah, yes,” she says.
“Then I’m going to put you on your knees and feed you my cock. I want you to swallow all my cum, Quinn. Every fucking drop. For the next week, every time you swallow, it will remind you of me, because I don’t want anyone but me, and how we fuck, in your thoughts.”
Her fingers curl on the tile wall, and her pussy muscles swell then clench tightly around my fingers. My dick throbs, wanting to feel that sweet pressure, but that will have to wait. Her wet desire spills from her body, each clench of her muscles drawing my finger in deeper and deeper. I twirl my finger in her backside to increase the sensations of her release and she cries out my name. I’ve never heard anything sweeter.
I pull my fingers from her body and hold her to me, until she finds the strength to stand on her own after that powerful orgasm. I bring her back under the spray, and she wipes her wet hair from her face and looks up at me.
“I never…”
My heart thuds as she blinks. Honest to God, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. “I know,” I say, and bend to give her a soft kiss. Her lips part, and I have to say, I love how every inch of her body opens for me.
“It felt…different.”
“Different good, or different bad?” I ask.
“Kind of weird,” she says, and I laugh.
“What is it with you and weird?” I ask as her hand goes to my dick. “Fuck, yeah,” I murmur.
“I like weird with you, Jonah,” she says. “I like the way you touch me. I’m not sure I ever would have let another guy do that to me, but I…”
My heart misses a beat. “You what?”
“I trust you.”
I cup her face, and don’t take her words lightly. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Quinn.”
“Well, there was that one time I fell from the tree because of your dare.”
“Do you have any idea how much I hated myself for that? How much I beat myself up for it? I even asked Zander to punch me in the face, but he wouldn’t.”
She chuckles and presses her mouth to my chest. She licks me lightly, trailing her tongue over my nipple. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“I like fucking you, Jonah,” she says, catching me by surprise. “Sex, it was…never l
ike this before. I’m not that experienced.”
Equal amounts of anger and joy curl through me. I’m angry that no man has done sex right for her before, but I’m happy that I’m the first who’s made it great.
I touch her chin, lift it until our eyes meet. “I’m sorry,” I say—and wonder how I’m going to let her go once we find a nanny.
“I never really loved giving oral sex before, wasn’t sure I was very good at it,” she says honestly. “But I really like your cock in my mouth.”
I groan as the visual hits me.
“Speaking of that,” she says, “Didn’t you say something about putting me on my knees and fucking my mouth?”
“Fuck, Quinn. I had no idea that you were into talking dirty.”
“Neither did I.”
That gives me pause. “What?”
She cocks her head to the side and rounds her finger over my nipple as she widens her legs, and presses her sweet pussy against my thigh. She begins to rub her hot sex against me, and I can hardly fucking believe how much her shameless need is turning me on. “I think you bring that out in me,” she murmurs.