I reach past her and turn off the shower. “I need to fuck you. Now.” I grab a towel, dry her body, then wrap her in it. I knot another towel around my waist, and carry her into my bedroom.
I set her down and run my thumb over her lips. She opens her mouth, draws it in and sucks on it.
“You’re so fucking good with your mouth, babe,” I say, and her eyes go wide. “What, did you think you weren’t?” I pull my thumb out so she can talk.
“I think I’m only good at it with you because I like doing it.”
Jesus, I love her all open and honest with me like this. It shouldn’t surprise me, really. She’s not a girl who holds her punches.
“Well, that’s good, because I like you doing it,” I say, and unknot her towel so it falls to the floor and exposes her beautiful body. She glances down at my cock, which is peeking out from the towel. With a soft touch, she lightly brushes my crown, and my body tightens.
“I want all your cum,” she says. “Every drop.” With that, she sinks to her knees and removes my towel.
“Fuck, Quinn.” I grip her hair and tug on it slightly, so her mouth opens. Her eyes light up as she glances at me. She widens her mouth even more, and I slide my cock in. Her hot mouth closes around me, and I’m sure I found heaven.
My moan of pleasure mingles with hers, and to know she loves what she’s doing turns me on even more. I move my hips, slide my cock in and out of her mouth. I want to get deeper, want my cock all the way down her throat—need it down her throat for some fucking reason—but I don’t want to choke her. This is Quinn. She deserves to be handled right.
Gathering all my restraint, I inch out, and she grips my hips to hold me. I rock into her, and she gives a frustrated moan as she glances up at me.
“Quinn?” I ask.
She goes back on her heel. “I want it hard and rough, Jonah. I’m a big girl. I can take it. Now give me your cock and don’t hold back.”
Holy fuck.
Her mouth goes back to my dick, and I grip her hair tighter. I push into her, hit the back of her throat and then some. I moan, and it seems to encourage her. She takes me deeper than I’ve ever been taken before, and a need tears through me.
“You want it like this, Quinn? You want my cock all the way in your mouth, so I can fill your throat with my cum?”
She makes a whimpering sound as I pull out slightly, but I cut off her moan as I drive back in, impossibly deep. I fuck her mouth, and it’s never, ever been this good for me before, and no fucking way will it ever be this good again, unless it’s with Quinn. What is it about her that makes sex a million times better?
I move my hips, plunder her mouth, frantic, blunt thrusts that take me to the edge fast. She reaches between my legs, grabs my sac, and when her heat seeps into my balls, I lose it. I hold her head still and spurt into her mouth. She swallows and swallows and swallow, but the sex was so good, my load is too big, and some spills out of her mouth.
When I stop coming, I drop to my knees, panting for air. Cum dribbles down her chin as she licks her lips, and I use my thumb to scoop it up and feed it to her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, and I just kneel there and look at her, incredulous.
“You are fucking amazing,” I say, and with her eyes closed, like she’s savoring the taste of me, she just smiles. “I love fucking you, too. I’m not sure I said that earlier.”
“You didn’t say it,” she says. “But you showed me.”
I laugh at that. “Yeah, I guess I did, and after I get you a drink of water, I’m going to show you again and again.”
10
Quinn
I roll over in my bed—I mean Jonah’s bed—and check the time. I grin when I see it’s almost nine o’clock, and Daisy is still asleep in her room. Over the last week, we’ve really been working hard on her routine, and even though it’s the last thing I want, that little girl is weaving her way into my heart. Could that be why none of the nannies we interviewed over the week didn’t make the cut, always came up short? Truthfully, some of them came with high credentials, and really seemed to love Daisy. Sooner or later we’re going to have to decide. Only problem is, I want it to be later, despite the fact that it should be sooner. My heart might not be able to handle too much more of this.
I flop back down on the bed, thankful it’s Saturday and I don’t have to rush off to work. Although I must say, I have been looking forward to the mornings, and the intimate kisses Jonah gives me to wake me up. I roll toward him, and he’s on his back, hand over his forehead, still asleep. As I take in his beautiful body, a wicked idea forms. Maybe I’ll give him the good-morning kiss this time.
I move quietly and position myself between his legs. His cock is half hard. What the hell is he dreaming about? A part of me—a really big part—hopes it’s me. I mentally scold myself for that thought. While I’m here we’re exclusive, but when it’s over, it’s over, and he can dream about any woman he likes. I shake off the horrible way that makes me feel and lean into him, taking his cock into my mouth the way he likes.
I suck on him, give long, leisurely licks, and he thickens before my eyes. I glance at him. He’s up on his elbows and the grin on his face makes my heart wobble.
“Good morning,” I say, and his smile widens.
“Great morning.”