Page 20 of Heart of Gold
Quinn
My legs are jello.
I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard, and I’ve never orgasmed fromthat. Grayson and I never really did anything other than have sex, and even then it was rushed. He always had to hurry to the next practice, or had plans with his friends. It felt like something he was constantly trying to fit in, and planning sex is never intimate.
The way Phoenix looks at me from between my legs, with this fire burning in his eyes, I’ve never had that.
Grayson looked at me like I was a convenient part of his life, it was nothing like this.
“That was…” I struggle for words, as he makes his way back up to my lips, planting a single peck on them.
“I think you are trying to say, ‘Phoenix, that was amazing’,” he teases.
Blushing, I lie underneath him completely exposed. Something I’m not used to at all, but I keep telling myself that it’s okay because I’m never going to see him again.
I’ve always had insecurities about my body, and I’ve never really given myself to anyone other than Grayson.
Taking my fingers, I curl them around the band of his shorts, dragging them slowly down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. His legs are cut with muscle and I can’t help but watch as his dick springs free. He’s gorgeous.
It sends goosebumps all over me, and he’s graceful as he slides up against my pussy. He dips down, licking a path from my collarbone to my neck. “I don’t have a condom with me, I might have one in my room.”
Thinking fast, I remember that I packed some in hopes that operation “get over Grayson” would occur. I reach over to my toiletry bag on the nightstand and slip one out of the zipper pocket.
“I have one.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Why the fuck are you carrying around condoms?”
I shrug, “I’m safe, can’t always rely on a guy to have one.”
Gracefully, he slides it on. It fits a little snug, but it’s because he’s so big. He adjusts himself at my entrance, and the pressure makes me gasp.
“You are so wet for me,” he growls.
I spread my legs a little wider, desperate for him to fill me. The second he thrusts inside, I gasp. It’s so full, and I’m not even sure if it’s all the way in. He must sense the tenseness.
“Breathe, pretty girl. You have to relax, it’s the only way it’s gonna fit.”
Nodding, I stare into his eyes as he stretches me more than I’ve ever been stretched. The way his attention never leaves me, or this moment, is mesmerizing.
“I’ll go slow,” He assures me, like he’s afraid I might break.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, pulling his lips to mine.
Slowly, he moves, and I truly feel him. I feel everything. The way he looks into my eyes while thrusting into me is almost therapeutic.
I didn’t realize how bad I needed exactly what he’s giving me. Not just the sex, but the feeling, the connection. Right now, the way he’s looking at me, I realize there isn’t anywhere else he’d rather be than in this moment. It’s just us.
His voice is gruff against my ear, “Goddamnit, Daisy. You feel amazing.”
The words make me tighten around him, and for the first time since I met him, he seems wildly confident.
He dips down and licks a trail from my neck to my ear, causing my mind to cloud up completely as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. The fullness makes it hard to breathe, let alone speak.
“I need you to move faster,” I choke out, earning a smug grin.
He does as asked, finding a rhythm that makes my entire body tighten up.
“If you keep tightening like that around me, I’m not gonna last another second.”
