PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(45)
“Oh, I forgot what I wore under this,” she said with a laugh.
“You are seriously going to kill me,” Quincy whispered. “One of these days, it’s going to happen.”
Olivia put her hands on her hips and sauntered to him. She wore red lace panties and a corset top that had given her the cleavage she needed to pull off the dress. The top was satin, but the rest was sheer, and from the look in Quincy’s eyes, red was his new favorite color.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispered against his ear and nibbled it. “Take them off.”
“There’s that demanding tone again,” he said but unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Once his chest was bare, Olivia ran her fingers over his muscles while he removed his pants. His fingers fumbled as she licked from one nipple to the other, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh and enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. The second he was naked, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
She always forgot how strong he was until he held her like that, close to his chest, bending low so he could kiss her as he walked. He laid her across the bed, and his hands rubbed down her body, massaging her breasts first, then her sides, and finally her hips. His tongue licked the edge of her panties on her hip bone, nipping it and making her gasp. The want she felt for him made her heart pound, and her mind forget about anything else happening around them. All that mattered was this moment with Quincy, his touch on her skin and her need for more. He pulled her panties down, and she felt his warm breath against her.
As his fingers tickled her inner thigh, she squirmed, knowing the edge was close and all she wanted was to tumble over it with him. An image of him and Gigi doing this flashed through her mind, and she thought about pulling away until his tongue licked her clit. The shock of the touch on her nerves pushed any vision of Gigi away, and she fell back against the bed. She moaned when his tongue thrust inside her and his hands squeezed her thighs. Before, she would’ve been embarrassed to have him where he was, but now, she couldn’t find the words to argue, let alone get them out.
“Quincy.” She moaned his name as the intensity built and his fingers replaced his tongue.
“Yes, love?”
“I can feel that smirk on your face,” she whispered harshly without looking up.
“I’m just enjoying the look on your face,” he said and turned his fingers so they found her g-spot. “Especially right… about… now.”
His fingers rubbed her g-spot at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. Olivia bit her lip to keep her cries from being so loud but couldn’t stop herself. Her body shook with the orgasm as it exploded. She was falling through nothingness, and at the bottom, waiting to catch her, was Quincy.
He crawled onto the bed beside her, kissing her slowly as her body rolled to be against his. She moaned against his lips when his erection pressed between her legs. His hand busied itself undoing the corset she wore and ripping it away so he could get to her breasts. Olivia’s hands wound into his hair as his lips moved across her skin and found a nipple, sucking it hard. He pressed her naked body against his, and she closed her eyes, reveling in his touch.
This was paradise. The island was nothing compared to what she felt in his arms. It was a rush of adrenaline with his heartbeat in time with hers, filled with a knowing that they were supposed to be together. As the thought crossed her mind, another followed. You can’t make this work. He is going to be king and you are just his stepsister, a flannel-wearing girl from Nebraska.
“God, I want you so badly,” he whispered, muffled between her breasts.
Olivia fought against the negativity filling her mind and lifted her leg up over his hip, pulling him closer against her. “Then take me.”
He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes and smiled. As he rolled them over so she was on her back, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gently kissing her forehead, her cheek, and her chin as he lifted his body over hers. Her legs spread wider, and with their gazes locked, he thrust deep inside her. Olivia cried out as her body took him in, and he groaned, but when she closed her eyes, he kissed them gently.
“No, keep them open. I want to watch you.”
She focused her eyes on his as he moved. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest, rubbing her sensitive nipples against his skin and sending shocks of pleasure between her legs. With each thrust, he rubbed her clit. Olivia’s eyes saw only his, the pupils dilated and his brow furrowed as he groaned. Her legs wrapped around him, urging him on faster as her hands reached out, gripping the sheets, desperate to hold onto something, anything, as the cliff neared again. Her breaths came out in short bursts. Deep inside her, she felt him stiffen, and as she cried out, he filled her, groaning as his hips slowed and they fell together, eyes unmoving from the other’s.
In that moment, Olivia saw the love he felt for her burning within him. Their bodies still riding the climax, he leaned down and kissed her gently.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.
Olivia’s heart lurched at his words, and the voice started up again in her mind. She shouldn’t say it back. She knew it wasn’t going to work, but the words slipped out. “I am in love with you, Quincy.”
When he kissed her again, it wasn’t out of need for pleasure. It was out of want to be with her forever. She felt it in the way his hands trembled as he held her. They got up from the bed, and he carried her to the shower so they could wash. Later, when they were dried and lying in bed again, it wasn’t just passion they found in each other’s arms, but love. Quincy made love to her like she never had before with him. It was sweet and slow, more powerful than anything she’d experienced in her life.