“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 pussy 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 pussy. 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 pussy, 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 pussy, 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy. My cock jerked uncontrollably, spilling spurt after spurt of hot cum into the condom.
Spent, I collapsed behind Mia, my hands still resting on her hips, albeit weakly. I ran my hand down her hip to the smooth skin of her thigh. My lips against her shoulder, I pressed a long, gentle kiss there, hoping it would convey the words I couldn’t say.
When she rested her hand on mine, squeezing, I was sure it had. Slowly pulling out of her, I stood, removed the condom, and wiped myself off. Zombie-like, I crawled back into bed behind her.
She yawned.
I yawned.
She reached down to pull a sheet over our tired, spent bodies.
I drew her close, placing a soft kiss at the area under her ear.
She sighed blissfully.
And then we napped.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mia
It was official. I was a floozy.
Losing my virginity one night then all but begging for sex the next afternoon…
Yep. I was definitely a tramp.
As I tiptoed around Quinn’s room, trying to be as quiet as I could while retrieving my clothes, I couldn’t help but glance over at him as he slept. His face had softened in a way that looked almost innocent and childlike. His breathing deep and even, he hugged a pillow. A stray piece of hair had fallen over his brow. If I weren’t so worried about waking him, I would have pushed it back, ran my fingers over the stubbled rough skin I liked so much, and kissed his forehead lovingly. He looked so peaceful. I couldn’t bear to wake him.
We’d napped together for a few hours, and although it felt so natural for Quinn to hold me while I slept, my body pressing back into his, I would be lying if I said it didn’t freak me out.
It freaked me out, because it was definitely something I could get used to, and what Quinn was offering was not a forever type thing. He said it before. ‘If you start seeing someone, playtime ends.’
It didn’t even bother him, the thought of my dating another man. I mean, of course it would be a double standard since he was an escort, but the thought obviously hadn’t induced jealousy. That said it all.
Whereas when it came to Quinn, I couldn’t even think about his work as an escort. I could only push the thought aside and pretend it didn’t bother me, for both our sakes. Honestly, how could it not bother me that the man I had started to develop real feelings for was sleeping with other women four to five nights a week?
It bothered me. It bothered me a lot.
But this was Quinn, and I had no claim on him. If I could only have him for a lover, even if for a short while, I’d take it. And when it became too much for me, when I started to feel dangerously in love with him, I’d start dating someone else, ending our non-relationship with the hope that I could find a man who made me feel half of what I felt when I was with Quinn.
It didn’t seem fair somehow, but that was life. It felt nice being wanted, even if it was only temporary.
It was now close to seven p.m. The sun was setting, and being a national holiday, if I didn’t leave now, I’d miss the bus and have to catch a cab. Cabs were expensive. I wasn’t a millionaire.
Dressing soundlessly, I took one last look at Quinn, and at that very moment, he let out a rumbling snore. Quickly covering my mouth with my hand, I chuckled quietly.