Daughters Of The Bride(63)

At the first stroke of his tongue, she exhaled slowly. With the second, she let her eyes sink closed as she gave herself over to the ministrations of a partner who knew exactly what to do.

He used his tongue to explore her from every angle. Top to bottom. Side to side. He circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Just when the movements reached that perfect this is the road to me coming rhythm, he switched things up and pressed the flat of his tongue against her swollen center. She sank back a few levels and caught her breath.

He slipped a finger inside her and pushed in and up, finding what she would swear was the back of her clit. At the same time, he sucked on it, pulling it in and moving his finger and circling and—

She came without warning. One second there was only liquid pleasure, and the next she was shaking and panting through her release. She called out some weird nonword and tried to breathe as every cell in her body sang and her muscles convulsed and she lost complete control.

It took nearly a minute for her to finish, and even then she wasn’t totally sure what had happened. She opened her eyes to find Quinn watching her—his hooded blue eyes, as always, unreadable.

“Just once I’d like to know what you’re thinking,” she complained.

He smiled. “You’re welcome.”

She laughed.

He stood and pulled her into a sitting position and then onto her feet. Together they drew back the covers. He took a package of condoms out of the nightstand. She got in the bed on one side and he got in on the other, then he pulled her close.

He lay on his side, next to her, supporting his head with one hand and resting the other on her belly.

“Can you come with me inside?” he asked.

She felt herself blush as she looked at everything but him.

“Excuse me?”

“Some women find it easy, some don’t. Can you? Do you want to learn how? Where are you in this?” As he spoke, he shifted his hand between her legs and began to rub her very swollen center.

“Um, I have a couple of times, but not very often,” she admitted.

“What do they do wrong? Don’t do it right? Don’t last long enough? You’re not aroused enough? You can’t stop thinking?”

She swallowed hard, then looked into his eyes. For once, she was pretty sure she could guess what he was thinking. His expression was both kind and hungry. He was curious and interested in her response.

At the same time, he continued to rub her. Around and around and around, moving at the same speed, the same pressure, as if they weren’t having a conversation at all.

“Do we have to talk about it?” she asked with a whimper. “Can’t we just do it?”

“I want to know what makes it good for you.”

“You already do. That bit before. That was good. Really good.” She reached for him and drew him close. “Quinn, please.”

He smiled. “I like when you say my name. Especially when you’re coming.”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh, yeah, you did.”

She wanted to argue, but what he was doing felt too good. She was getting closer and closer. She could feel it. The rising tension, the promise that was just out of reach. Just a couple more seconds and—

“Give me your hand,” he said.

She opened her eyes. “W-what?”

“Your hand.” He took his away, then replaced it with her own. “Keep going. We don’t want to lose ground.”

“I... You...” Was he serious? She barely did that when she was by herself, let alone in front of another person.

He nudged her hand. “Keep going. I’m only going to need a second.”

Before she could form enough words to actually protest, he’d rolled away and was reaching for a condom. She stayed where she was—frozen. But then she kind of circled a little, pressing her fingers down on her clit.

She was so swollen, she thought hazily. So ready for another orgasm. Her fingers stroked again and again, then found the rhythm that would get her over the edge.

“Just like that, baby.”

Her eyes popped open. Quinn was watching her. His expression was predatory.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered.

“You already are.”

He shifted until he was between her thighs, then eased into her. As he filled her completely, she told herself to stop touching herself. But she couldn’t. Everything felt too good.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, still rubbing herself.

His dark blue gaze locked with hers. “I want what I want.”

“Which is?”

He pushed in deeper. She gasped and felt herself slipping out of control. She couldn’t help moving more quickly—pressing harder.

“That,” he said, his voice hoarse.