Page 34 of Chasing Temptation
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By the timewe say goodbye to everyone and Ben’s adamantly told us both that we’ve got to be at the work Christmas do he’s organised next weekend, I’m so ready for a bit of one on one time with my girl.
“Your friends are—”
“Crazy, weird, completely fucking nuts?”
“I was going to say awesome, but yeah, I guess those work too.” While we were locked in our little lodge, I’d given Quinn the rundown of each of my friends and how they got to where they are now so she’d have a little inside information ready for when she met them. From how well she got on with the girls, it seems my plan worked.
“Lauren and Quinn invited me out for a shopping trip at the weekend, if you’re okay of course,” she adds quickly.
“Quinn, I am more than okay and perfectly able to look after myself for a few hours. You should go, get your new life started with a bang.”
“I thought we’d already done that when we pulled my first all-nighter.”
“Oh yeah, that night went with a bang all right.”
The image of her falling apart beneath my hands once again fills my mind and my cock swells. Lifting my hands so my palms cup her breasts, I squeeze until she lets out a little moan of pleasure.
“But your—”
“I’m fine, Quinn. Stop worrying and let us take what we both need. Plus,” I add, a salacious smile forming on my lips, “you can do all the work.”
“Oh, can I?”
“Fuck yeah. I wanna watch you ride me.” My heart pounds and my blood reaches boiling point as it all heads south. “Come on. Let’s christen our new home.” Taking her hands in mine, I pull her down to the bedroom.
The second we’re in the room, I reach for the hem of my hoodie and pull it up and over her head, revealing her thin t-shirt. That soon follows and lands in a pile on the floor so I can suck her nipples into my mouth. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I’m reminded once again that I’m probably never going to get enough.
Kissing down her stomach, I push her leggings from her legs before standing and making quick work of my clothes. The second I’m naked, I fall down onto the bed and stretch out, waiting for her to do her worst.
“You sure about this?” She chews on her fingernail as her eyes run the length of me. They linger on my cock, telling me that although she’s questioning this, she wants it just as badly as I do.
“Get the fuck up here.”
She crawls onto the bed, going to settle herself over my waist, but that wasn’t what I had in mind—not yet, anyway.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her until she’s straddling my face.
“Oh.”
“Oh fucking right.” I pull her hips down so she’s at the perfect distance to be able to tease with the tip of my tongue, but I don’t allow her to fall. It’s been forever since I was inside her, and the next time she comes she’s going to be full to the brim with my cock.
“Joe, please,” she begs when I pull my fingers from her just before she reaches the point of no return.
Unable to wait any longer, I allow her to crawl down my body before resting my arms out and allowing her to take control. She wastes no time in wrapping her hand around my cock and guiding me to her entrance.
We both gasp as we connect for the first time in weeks. My entire body locks up with pleasure as she slowly sinks down onto me, her pussy clenching tighter with every inch she takes.
“Fucking perfect,” I moan as I watch her start to move. She’s slow and gentle. I know she’s worried about hurting me and splitting my stitches, but I’m determined to drive her so crazy that she forgets.
Unable to only watch, I grab on to her hips and force her lower so I can grind into her. She cries out my name, and, exactly as I intended, she ups her tempo. Her tits bounce as she drops down harshly on me, desperate to find the release I kept her on the edge of all this time.
Just before she falls, her hands lift and she takes her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers.
“Fuck, Quinn. So fucking hot. So fuck—” I don’t get to say any more because her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight that it sends me over the edge with her.
She rides out every last second of our pleasure before falling down onto me. Our chests heave, our hot skin sticking together, but I couldn’t imagine anything better. Her weight gets heavier as she relaxes and I have to shift slightly when my stomach starts to ache.
“Shit, am I hurting you?”
“I’m perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
She shifts her weight off me but we don’t lose our contact as we both drift off to sleep.
I want to say that being back in London means Quinn gets a full night’s rest, but it’s far from that. If anything, her night terrors are worse. She’s refused to talk about her nightmares, but I don’t need to hear her words to know what they’re about. If things don’t start improving then I fear I’m going to have to push her to talk—whether that’s to me or a professional. Only time will tell.
