Page 31 of Dream Lover
“Room service,” I said, wrapping her sexy curves up in the white towel. “Did you order something?”
“Nope.” She shook her head.
“Just a sec, man,” I called out, hurrying to grab a pair of sweats to pull up over my junk. Checking the peep hole, there was a server with a cart. I opened the door. “Hey, bro, we didn’t order anything.”
“Says here it’s compliments of Rebecca and Andrew. Everyone in your party is receiving the same delivery. Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.”
“Thanks.” He rolled the cart in and stopped it at the side of the bed.
“Just leave it in the hall once you’re finished.”
Grabbing my wallet off the dresser, I handed him a tip.
“Thanks,” he responded and thankfully left. There was a beautiful woman in the bathroom only covered in a towel that I needed to get back to.
I stuck a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the outside of the door. No more interruptions. This was Quinn and me. Nothing was getting in the way of us tonight.
Quinn dipped out of the bathroom quickly and grabbed something off the floor before slipping behind the door.
“Buttercup, you might as well leave whatever you’re putting on off. I’m just going to undress you again. And I rather liked the towel. You want champagne?”
I glanced at the card.
Thank you all for a wonderful week filled with great friends.
All our love,
Rebecca and Andrew
I snorted, biting into a strawberry. Yeah. Great friends of Rebecca’s. She was so full of shit. I’d hoped my buddy would get clear of her, but alas he was marrying the woman.
The bathroom door opened, and everything was forgotten in an instant. Quinn stepped out with her hair in a braid that fell down her back, dressed in the sexiest bra and panties ever created.
All coherent thought left me. Her tits practically spilled out of the pink lace cups. My jaw hit the damn ground, and my pants tented.
Yeah, we had just taken a shower together naked, but seeing her in that pink lace was hot as fuck. The bottoms came up high in her hips, making her legs look even longer than they already were.
The champagne and strawberries were long forgotten. I moved in, done fucking around. I wanted Quinn writhing beneath me. I wanted to feel her tighten as I slid inside her.
“I like these.” I got a handful of her ass and pulled on her braid, forcing her head back just a touch.
Her sweet lips parted in invitation and I accepted, going in tenderly. She met my lips with pure passion, tongue sweeping against mine in tandem. She tasted unbelievable, a flavor I could get completely lost in.
Kissing Quinn this week had taught me that I had been kissing the wrong women my whole life. Nothing compared to her. She was on an entirely different level.
A sweet moan left her throat, and my cock twitched at the sound. I backed her to the bed until she dropped to her ass on the mattress. Falling to my knees, I pushed her legs apart, bent my head, and kissed the tops of her thighs as her sweet heat teased me.
Quinn smelled like paradise, and I was about to open the gates to heaven between her thighs. We had the night, and I was taking advantage of every second. Sliding my fingers under the strings on her hips, I jerked them up higher and put pressure on her clit. Quinn squirmed, legs thrashing. I tested her limits, circling her clit with my nose as I inhaled. My girl was already soaked.
“How attached are you to these?” I pulled on the strings and noted they could easily give way.
“Don’t ruin them.” The words came out muffled and breathy.
“I’ll buy you another pair.”
“Con—” was all she got out before I ripped them clean off her and buried my tongue inside her. Hips bowing up off the bed, her hand flew to my hair and tugged while the other grasped the sheets.
Fuck me, she tasted like mine. Like she had always belonged to me and only me.
