Page 23 of As You Crave It

“Tell me what you like,” he said, kissing the valley between her breasts. She hesitated for so long that it made him raise his head to look at her. She looked like she had something on her mind. “You still here with me?”

“Yeah.”

“So what is it?”

“What?” she asked.

He planted a kiss on one nipple. “Tell me,” he said, before going to the next and giving it the same treatment. “What—” he kissed the other “—you like.” His punctuated the sentence with a kiss on her lips.

“Oh, I don’t know, it seems like you’re doing well enough on your own without my guidance,” she told him, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it from his shoulders.

“I just want to know that you’re having just as good a time as I am.”

She ran her fingernails down his chest. Her short nails left a trail of heat after them. “Oh, you’d better believe I am.”

He pulled down her dress over her hips, and her lace thong came with it. She was completely naked, and if he had his way, he’d keep her like that forever. He kissed his way down her stomach, circled the indent of her belly button with his tongue and then ventured lower.

The first time he’d had her—only that morning—had been wild and frantic, but he was determined to take his time now. He slid his tongue along the crease where her thigh met her center, and then slowly up the other side. He teased her, getting closer and closer to her center, but not touching her there. She shifted her hips around, attempting to come closer to his tongue, and she pressed down on the back of his head. She hadn’t been quick to vocalize what her desires, but there was no doubt what she wanted from him now. And if they were just going to be friends, then he’d better savor their short time together.

He rewarded her with what she wanted—his most intimate kiss. Using his tongue, he drew a line along her crease and then spread her lips and reached the target inside. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she bucked her hips up from the bed. Her moan filled the cabin and he smiled against her. She didn’t need to say the words, but he could tell from the noises she made and the movements of her body exactly what she wanted.

He used his fingers and spread her open, giving himself better access to her sweet heat. With his lips, tongue and teeth, he tasted her, licked, ate from her, and she moaned her satisfaction at every touch.

She gripped the back of his head and pushed her hips against his face. Quin chuckled at her enthusiasm. But he regretted it when she stilled, the tension in her body slacking. “What are you laughing at?” she asked.

He looked up at her. “I’m not laughing at anything.” He frowned at her tense expression. “Are you okay?” She nodded, but he wasn’t convinced. He needed to get her back to her relaxed state. He pushed himself away from her body, and he kneeled on the bed between her spread thighs.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He took one of her feet in hand and placed his lips on the indent below her ankle. “Just relax.” He slowly kissed his way up her calf, licking the place behind her knee. He moved slowly—so slowly that he might die from his own need. But it didn’t matter, he wanted her completely at ease. He nibbled his way up her thigh and found his way back to where it met the other, where he’d been before. Her breaths were heavy, and the concerned tension had faded, replaced by anticipation. She was ready.

He tasted her again, and her body responded immediately. He gripped her ass and brought her so close that she was tight to his mouth and he indulged himself in feasting from her. Her body bucked under his touch, and when he dragged two fingers down her crease and then pushed them inside of her, her upper half rose from the bed and she braced herself on her palms. Her breathing became rapid, and he knew she was close. Thank God, because he was about to burst.

He pushed his fingers deep inside of her and felt for the right spot that he knew would make her come apart. And she did. She cried out, and shuddered, and he stayed with her to help her ride out the waves of pleasure that overtook her. He worked quickly, and pulled away from her, shedding the rest of his clothes. Thankfully he’d been optimistic and put a condom in his pocket before coming to her room. He pulled it out, and within a couple of seconds, he was sheathed in the latex, ready to take her.

Celia was still panting, her eyes heavy-lidded, but she gasped when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him so her thighs straddled his hips as he kneeled on the bed. He raised her up and then lowered her onto his dick. Her heat surrounded him, and he almost came immediately, and he groaned heavily into the crook of her neck, giving himself a moment to regain his composure. He inhaled her scent, tasted her shoulder, as she panted in his ear. Celia commanded the attention of every one of his senses. He raised and lowered her on his cock, using her body to seek his pleasure, fucking her from below.

He’d promised to take his time, but he couldn’t. His desperation for release took control of his body and when he knew Celia was close again, he doubled his efforts and his speed, furiously pumping into her. She came again with a yell, and for the first time he wondered if they’d been loud. There was no doubt that anyone standing outside the door could hear what they were doing. But he didn’t give a shit. Celia could be as loud as she wanted, as long as he was the one making her cry out. His own release took over his body, and his muscles stiffened, and he groaned into her shoulder.

He held on to Celia, staying inside of her, as his heart rate returned to normal. She pulled back and they looked at each other. There was no noise in the cabin that he could hear beyond their breaths and the pounding of his heart. The gentle lapping of the waves moved them.

“Quin...” she said, her voice a whisper.

She didn’t get to finish her thought, however, because they heard the heavy footsteps in the hall outside her door. Jared and his other guests were heading to bed, apparently. Both of them snapped their eyes to look at the door.

“Shit,” he muttered. He’d completely forgotten where he was. If Jared found him in Celia’s bed, what would that mean for the distribution deal? Was he about to let his dick screw up the business again?

“Did you lock the door when you came in?” she asked in a panicked whisper, disengaging from his grasp. She gathered her dress as he threw the condom away.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s not like he’ll just walk on in, though.”

The look she gave him told Quin otherwise. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked, zipping his pants.

“I wish I wasn’t. He walked in on me earlier today,” she told him.

Quin cursed. “Jesus Christ. He must not have realized that it was your room, right?”

“What?” She froze in the middle of getting dressed, and he knew that he’d misspoke. “Are you serious? Why are you making excuses for him?”

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