Page 21 of What Love Can Do
She bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
He hooked his fingers around the sides of her lace panties and slowly pulled them off, down the tops of her thighs until he revealed her most sensitive core. Sucking in a breath, he paused. Was something wrong? “What is it?” she asked, hinged on a whisper.
He smoothed his fingers over her shaved skin then glided two fingers between her lips, causing her to gasp. “Shaved and smooth. Just lovely, Lilly,” he said. “And you’re so wet.” He pulled her panties down to the edge of her heels. “Look at you, all perfectly naked out here where anybody can see you—naughty girl.”
Lilly beamed and bit her lip. “Quinn, if you need…” She hoped he had a condom, or she would go and get one for him.
“I’ve got it,” he said, reaching into his jeans and fishing around in his wallet. “Turn around…stay there,” he commanded.
Turn around! She could hardly stand it. She did as she was told, her muscles shaking from how much she wanted him. His hands spread over her lower back and ass. She smiled at him over her shoulder in case there was any doubt in his mind that she was enjoying this. He reached over to the other lounge chair and brought back a soft cushion, positioning it in front of her. “Lean down on it,” he instructed.
“Oh, my. You’re winning the bad boy contest, I think.”
“Was there ever any doubt?” He tickled her back playfully.
Again, she did as she was told and quivered with anticipation. Then, she felt him lower his body, and a moment later, his hot tongue slid between the lips of her pussy, hands firmly on her ass. He moved down to her clit, flicked his tongue around it, then sucked on it until she moaned so loudly, she was sure someone nearby would hear her.
“I like that,” she said.
“I know.” He took it up a notch and slid a finger then another into her sweet folds.
“Oh, God, yeah.” So fucking good. “Please…don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, and the tongue onslaught continued. She wanted to come but wasn’t ready, and besides, she wanted, more than anything, for him to glide into her and fuck her good and hard.
“Do it,” she said.
“What’s that?” he asked teasingly. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
“You said you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes!” she said. “Please, Quinn.” She wanted to feel him pounding her. He stood behind her, as she reached back, grabbing his cock and pulled him closer. He took a moment to work the condom over his throbbing cock.
One hand on her waist, the other on his erection, he slowly pushed himself into her wetness, then he grabbed a hold of her hips. He filled her up good, his whole cock pounding into her. Yes, oh my God… With every thrust and pull of her hips toward him, she felt her body tightening, getting ready for sweet release.
God, she loved this. She didn’t care if he would be gone in a week. She would enjoy this while she could. There was nowhere she would rather be right now than making love to him in this private paradise overlooking the valley. In fact, as good as it felt doing it this way, she wanted to see him face-to-face. She wanted him to look into her eyes when she came.
She reached back for his hand, forcing him to slow down long enough so she could twist around and lie on her back.
“You want it this way?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. His elbows rested on either side of her, and his face lowered to hers, kissing her over and over sweetly. Her legs tangled with his to lock him in, and together, they formed a knot. He thrust into her harder, and with each time, she felt herself getting closer. “I’m going to come,” she told him when the waves were on the edge.
“Me too.” Then, she saw it in his eyes—she’d reached through to him. He was at his most vulnerable. He kissed her again, his lips soft, eyes smiling at her adoringly. “I’m ready.”
“Do it,” she told him, and suddenly, he poured over the edge and into her.
The waves came for her too, concentrating on one, all-encompassing spot, a blinding white pleasure ripping through her. She cried out and held him. His breathing peaked then ceased, then he laid down beside her without another word.
They didn’t talk for quite some time, both of them lying there under a happy shower of meteors. Lilly was the most content she’d been in a long time, and she dozed, head in the space between his chest and neck, listening to the heavy sound of his breathing and soft snoring. At some point, she shifted and turned the opposite way, and when the soft light of dawn began creeping underneath her eyelids, she felt the warm fuzziness of the blanket cocooned all around her.
What time it was, she didn’t know, but there, on the cushion next to her, were a bunch of pale blue hydrangeas in Quinn’s place with a scrap of paper, and on it, a scrawling: See you later, beautiful woman.
Lilly smiled.
In the kitchen later that morning, she wondered what on Earth she was going to do about Quinn when she next saw him? Would he act as though nothing had happened? Would they get together again? Would she see him every night while he was in Forestville? But most of all, how strong could she be when it was time to part? The inevitable. Sure, it had all seemed like a good idea last night, but damn—he’d been so sweet, so sexy, she wondered now, while scooping muffin batter into tins ready to bake, how would she be able to say goodbye to him when the time came?