Page 42 of As You Crave It

“Why so impatient, babe?” he asked her, as his mouth hovered over hers. She could feel his breath wash over her chin and wanted to taste him again.

“This is me being more assertive.”

“And I’m not complaining,” he told her. “But we’ve got all night.”

When his mouth finally descended over hers again, Celia melted against his body. Her limbs turned to liquid, and had he not wrapped his strong arms around her waist, she was certain that she would have fallen to the floor. He’d removed his shirt, and her palms grasped his chest, feeling the soft layer of hair between her fingers, as he guided her backward, their mouths and upper bodies fused, until the mattress hit the back of her legs. He unzipped her dress and pushed it to the floor, and he lowered her slowly to the bed.

She slid up the large mattress, closer to the headboard, watching him and he removed his pants and boxers at once, and he settled between her parted knees.

She wanted him right then and there. She wanted him to touch her, to fill her. We’ve got all night—what a blessing and a curse. She knew that he would take his time, explore her, but she was ready for him now, and she didn’t think she could wait any longer.

Quin positioned himself between her thighs, kneeling before her. He flattened his palms on her knees and pushed them up her thighs, separating them, spreading her legs to him. Celia held her breath in anticipation for his touch where she needed him the most. “Celia,” he breathed, his voice a murmur, low and husky. With just his touch, he was lighting her skin on fire, overwhelming her senses. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, having you again, bringing you to my bed,” he whispered, reaching where her thighs met her torso. He hooked his thumbs underneath the band of her panties, and she raised her hips, allowing him to pull them away from her body, completely exposing her. She heard his rough exhale, and she gasped when he ran two fingers up and down her wet crease; she was completely ready for him. He found her clit and circled the small bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers, her entire body warmed at his touched, and her moan was loud.

“Me, too,” she said on a shaky breath.

He leaned over her, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, and he kissed her. His mouth took over hers, his tongue driving, plundering her mouth, stealing her breath. He broke away from her mouth, but never removed his lips from her skin, as he kissed his way down her, blazing a hot trail with his lips and teeth across her jawline, down her throat and her shoulder, stubble scratching deliciously against her skin, his lips and tongue smoothing the rash along his way.

When he lowered his attention to her breasts, his mouth encircling the small buds of her nipples, Celia thought that she might explode from the static energy that crackled throughout her body, sending shock waves from her chest straight to her core. He stayed there for several minutes, driving her wild with his lusty groans and the attention of his mouth on one breast, and his fingers on the other, before he switched.

It was too much, and she didn’t think she would be able to handle any more. She writhed underneath him, simultaneously trying to pull away and get closer to him. Then he moved lower. He dragged his mouth over her, down her middle. His tongue circled her belly button, and dipped inside briefly before he moved even lower, settling between her thighs, her legs over his shoulders.

Celia held her breath for what was to come. She was already so tightly coiled, so full of need, that when he slid his tongue over her in one long, lazy stroke, she broke apart, shattering with her orgasm. She dug the heels of her shoes into the muscles of his shoulder blades, but he didn’t pull away, he stayed with her, his strong, knowing fingers gripping her ass as he feasted on her, drawing out the end of her orgasm until she quieted beneath him.

He moved, reaching for a condom in his nightstand, and her breath quickened. Celia had barely recovered from his attention. But one orgasm had done little to sate her need for Quin. She was already impatient for her next one. However, this time, she wanted him with her. She wanted to feel him inside of her again—she was anxious for it. Craving him.

His hands were on her hips and he pulled her, roughly bringing her to him, lifting her hips to meet his cock, and without any hesitation, he was inside of her.

She pushed her hips up to meet his strokes. His chuckle was slow. “You’re so impatient,” he murmured, and he reached around her hip, again running his fingertips along the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. Celia couldn’t muster a reply and instead whined, as he drew lazy circles over her, while thrusting inside of her.

Celia cried out at the intense pleasure of feeling him surround her, and when he pulled himself almost all the way out, and entered her again, she arched her back, bucking off the bed. Every time with Quin was so good, better than the last, as he brought her to new heights, so intense it was difficult to breathe, to think, or do anything besides just feeling.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he brought her to him so that she was straddling his thighs. Every time he entered her, his shaft slid along her clit, and the pressure was just enough to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

His groans were loud in her ears and she echoed them with cries of her own. Celia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. She reached a point of no return and she had nowhere to go but over the cliff of pleasure, hoping he would be there at the bottom to catch her. She threw back her head and cried out his name as her body convulsed with her orgasm. He held her tightly as his open mouth found her jawline and then her mouth. Pleasure waved and radiated throughout her. She heard his groan and she came back to earth. She fell back on the mattress and he followed her over, landing on her. His weight was pleasant and warm on her, as his lips smoothed over her skin. Her heart was full, and whether that was dangerous, stupid, or whatever, she knew that she could stay there with him forever.

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