Page 35 of Sultry Nights

She chuckled. "Man, I'm so out of practice I didn't even think of that."

He grinned in return. "I understand it's what all the kids say these days." They both had a nice laugh and then she shook her head. "I haven't been with anyone for a long time, Quinn. By a long time, I'm saying more than two years. I'm clean."

He swallowed. His thoughts from earlier came running right back to him. She was a catch. "I'm clean too, Hanna. It's been a long time for me as well. Not quite two years, but long. More than a year."

She nodded. "Well, then I guess there's no need to worry about protection."

His lips clamped down on hers. This time all hesitancy was gone. Their lips barely left each other’s as they divested themselves of their clothing. Once they were naked, he pulled back to look at her. She was beautiful. Full, firm breasts, her tummy was slightly soft, but still sexy as could be. He touched her breasts. Her skin was heated and soft and wonderful under his hands. He moved his thumbs over her nipples and enjoyed watching her lips slightly part.

"You're simply beautiful," he whispered.

Her eyes stared into his. She lifted her right hand and lay it on his chest. Her fingers moved through the hair on his chest, and over his nipple, causing it to pucker tightly. She leaned in and sucked his nipple into her warm, wet mouth and his cock roared to life. His hands wrapped around her body, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. She stepped closer to him, her tongue blazing a wet trail around his nipple and up his chest. She stopped to kiss him there, then wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You feel so good against me," she whispered.

His voice was gruff when he responded. "You feel even better."

She chuckled against his chest, and he stepped away to lay her on the bed. She pulled the covers back and slid onto the bed and his eyes couldn't have looked away if the place had been on fire.

He slid in next to her, their bodies naturally turning toward the other, their lips once again mating. He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows. His lips found hers once more. Her legs rose up and wrapped around his waist, and his cock throbbed. He didn't want to rush this moment, but he wanted to be inside her so badly his brain nearly stopped working.

He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, and she moaned. God, he loved that sound.

His lips found hers as he slowly pushed himself inside her wetness. She felt like heaven. Warm, tight, wet. Absolutely amazing. He reluctantly pulled out and pushed back in, and that feeling washed over him once more. His heartbeat increased, his skin heated and the feel of her hands exploring his body as he entered her again and again was like nothing he'd ever felt before. How had he never felt like this before?

He increased his pace, and she met his movements. They continued this dance, over and over, their bodies each striving for that oh-so-perfect ending, but he was determined to enjoy the journey.

He increased his pace again, and Hanna began to breathe heavily. "Quinn." She whispered. "Quinn."

He wanted her to always whisper his name as she came. He added pressure each time he pushed into her, his pace quickening to help her reach her climax. She called out his name once more before her body stiffened as she fell over the edge. He waited for her to enjoy the feeling, then began once again to achieve his own climax. She urged him on with her legs and her hands on his ass, until his balls pulled up tightly, painfully needing release. In that moment, the white-hot pain and pleasure surged through him as he let himself go.

Once his climax had finished, he rested on his elbows, his forehead pressed to Hanna's and his breathing rapid. Her hands massaged his back and her legs fell to the bed in spent relaxation.

She whispered, "That was fantastic."

He couldn't form words yet.

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Hanna dozed with her arms wrapped around Quinn. Well, at least her right arm. Her other arm was at her side. Her head lay on his arm.

He was breathing evenly and deeply. She lay with her eyes closed, listening to the soft even sound.

She just had sex with Quinn Kurtz. Their relationship just stepped up to the next level. She wasn't sorry.

But guilt gnawed at her. She needed to be upfront with him about Isaac and what was going on in her life. If they were to continue this relationship, he needed to know. Because knowing Isaac as well as she did, he would try in some way to blackmail Quinn or harm him.

She knew that to be a fact. And she wanted Quinn to know to protect his children in case Isaac tried to do something there, too. Hell, she hadn't even heard of catfishing people until this whole new thing cropped up. And she didn't know what else she didn't know.

Quinn's voice was growly, and heavily sleep-laden, when he said, "What are you thinking about?"

She mumbled, "How do you know I'm thinking?"

He chuckled. She felt it run through his lungs from deep inside. She liked the feeling of it as her arm lay across his chest.

"You ceased to be malleable. Your body started to stiffen. You're thinking."

She let out a breath and sat up. "With her right hand, she scraped her hair off of her forehead, shaking it out as she pulled it back. She turned her head to see Quinn watching her. His hand reached up and touched her curls.

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