About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(60)

Oh, yeah. She wanted the D.

I climbed onto the bed, moving slowly until my body was above hers. She lay back and looked up at me with those pretty eyes. I lowered myself, wanting her to feel my weight on her. She took it without protest, spreading her creamy thighs to accommodate me. Resting my cock at the V between her legs, I rocked myself gently, the tip of my cock already weeping. With a swift tug, the cups of her bra rested underneath her breasts, pushing them up, her pink nipples hard against my bare chest.

I licked my lips. Her tits were incredible, and felt amazing pushed up on me. Her soft panting made me eager to pull her panties to one side and fill her completely in one cool motion, but I restrained myself.

My fingers played with the elastic at her lower stomach. I ran my fingers over the black lace tattoo there, admiring the pattern. Hooking my fingers underneath the material at her hips, I slid her panties down her legs, removing them and throwing them down.

“Turn on your side, facing away from me.”

She did without question and I valued her faith in me. Resting on her side with her head on my pillow, her knees slightly bent, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her tight ass and * lips peeking out from the V of her thighs, she was on display, just for me. I took it for the gift it was.

My fingers landed on her hip. She jumped slightly, but calmed immediately. I ran my fingertips down her hip, back, over her taut ass, and then carefully over the swollen lips of her pink *. She squirmed. I smirked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

My voice low, I uttered, “Relax, Mia. I got you.”

Squeezing a small amount of lube onto my fingertips, I ran it over her *, feather-soft. At Mia’s soft groan and her pushing her butt out, I tested the waters. I gently pushed my fingertip into her slit, running it up and down, watching for any sign of discomfort. I saw none and pressed harder at her entrance, breaching the smooth flesh. The lube was doing its job. I easily slid my finger inside Mia’s *, in and out until I could feel her wetness flowing over my digit. She gasped and fidgeted. I added a second finger, but still Mia pushed back against me, riding my fingers, moaning softly. She was ready.

So was I.

I took a small foil packet, ripped it open, and sheathed myself. I opened the bottle and squeezed a small amount of lube onto the tip of my latex-wrapped dick. Swirling the lube all over the condom, I lay behind Mia, replicating her position. My arm snaked around her, pulling her back into my chest, placing her * right where I wanted it. With my free hand, I reached between us, running the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit. With no effort at all, the tip slipped inside, and as I hissed, Mia whined softly.

I fed my cock into her an inch at a time, listening for sounds of distress, but all I heard was sounds of intense pleasure. Mia took me. She took all of me until we were ass to groin and I was fully cocooned in delicious warmth.

Holding her close, I pressed my nose into her nape, kissing the point where shoulder meets neck. Her scent tickled my nose. Citrus and vanilla. It was a scent I knew intimately and I loved it. I showered the side of her neck and shoulder with soft kisses and continued my efforts as I slowly began to move. I worked her in slow, shallow thrusts, feeding off her pants and quiet whimpers. “Like that, baby?”

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Love it. I love it.”

“Feel good?” I asked.

“More. I need more,” she begged.

I would give her what she needed. Increasing the speed of my thrusts, I panted into her nape. “You feel so good, Mia.”

She groaned, pushing back into my thrusts. I drove into her, reaching deeper than before, deeper than she’d ever had. I knew the exact moment I’d hit her g-spot. I knew, because she cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh,” as she convulsed sporadically.

My tongue flicked out to lick up the side of her neck, working myself at the same pace, in the same spot. Reaching around her hip, I draped my arm over her, palming her mound. “Want to come?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, clearly outraged at my question.

I took my middle finger and ran it through her wet slit, searching for her taut button. I found it easily and rubbed small circles over it. Within seconds, Mia’s body drew tight as a bow, her back arching against me. My arm tightened around her, holding her firmly as the first of the spasms began. Panting, she moaned out, “Yes! Oh, thank you, yes!”

I’d never felt more accomplishment as I had then. A willing woman, taking me as I was, appreciating the pleasure I gave her with a simple thank you. Not with money. Right then, life was good. Fuck, it was wonderful.

The feel of her tight * clenching around me was too much. I leaned my chest away from her, reaching under the side of her body to grip her hips. I drove into her with everything I had. The deep friction was enough to fuel her orgasm, drawing it out.

“Quinn!” Her voice turned hoarse. I loved it.

Sweat started to bead on my forehead. My brows drawn, I bit my lip as I panted through my thrusts. My stomach tensed. The skin at my lower back prickled and my balls drew tight. Eyes closed, I freed my lip and grunted. “Fuck. Yeah, baby.”

Then she did something. She titled her hips back, as if instinctively, and my cock drove inside, impossibly deep.

It caught me by surprise. My orgasm swept through me in a mess of spotted vision, rigid muscles, growling low in my throat, and clutching her hips hard enough to bruise. I stilled deep inside her wet *. My cock jerked uncontrollably, spilling spurt after spurt of hot cum into the condom.