Page 36 of Finding Haven
Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my knees as I admire every inch of her voluptuous figure. As tempting as it would be to shred the lace from her body, I want to take my time with her tonight. I have every intention of savoring this and committing each moment to memory. When my gaze finally settles on hers, the blush coating her cheeks has lowered to her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale of breath.
“What do you want, Sugar?” I ask, my voice deep with arousal.
“I want you, Zack,” she says smoothly. My cock throbs, aching for attention as she steps towards where I’m still seated on the couch. I spread my legs wide, giving her the space to step between them. She scrapes her fingernails over my bare shoulders as she leans down, her lips brushing against mine in a tease that rips a growl from my chest.
Grabbing her hips, I guide her back a few steps as I move to stand. I capture her lips with my own and swallow down the moan that escapes her as I pull her body against me. Her hands move to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper before pushing them off my waist. She bends slowly, pulling my jeans down my legs until I can step out of them and kick them away. As she stands, her fingers trace along the waistband of my boxer briefs, dipping just beneath the fabric. It’s not lost on me that the woman who so openly teases me with herwords behind the camera is unexpectedly quiet now that I have her in front of me.
“As much as I don’t want to wait another second to be inside of you, I want you in my bed where I can take my time with you. Do you want that, baby?” I ask. Her tongue slips out to wet her lower lip before she tugs it between her teeth as she nods. “I need your words, Quinn,” I tell her, reaching a hand up to grasp her chin between my fingers. “I want you to give up your control, but trust me when I say, you have all of the power here.”
She pulls in a slow, deep breath. “I want that. I trust you, Zack,” she murmurs.
With a grunt, I step away from her and take her hand in mine, guiding her towards the stairs that will lead us to my bedroom. She’s the first woman I’ve had in my home, and she’s about to become the first woman—hopefully, the only one—that I’ve had in my bed. Quinn is so much more than a one night stand, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure she knows just how much she has turned my world upside down in such a short amount of time.
Seeing her standing in my bedroom has my pulse racing as my stomach swirls with an anxious energy, but it’s not from the lust currently raging through my system. Welcoming her into my space somehow feels like baring my soul. I’m allowing her to see a side of me that no one else has seen in years. I force myself to shove away the panic that’s rising to the surface, refusing to let anything ruin this night.
I haul her body flush against mine as we step into the bedroom, her hands landing on my chest as I press my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth when I slip my tongue between her lips, stroking hers before Ipull back to take her bottom lip gently between my teeth. A soft gasp escapes her as I reach around her and work open the clasps of her bra. I step back just enough to meet her gaze as I move my hands to her shoulders, slipping my fingers beneath the straps. Tugging it free from her body, I toss her bra to the ground as my eyes roam freely over her full, exposed breasts. Her rosy nipples harden into stiff peaks without the warm confines of the lace.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Quinn,” I tell her, taking her hand in mine as I lead her to the bed. I guide her down to the mattress and crawl over her, covering her body with my own as I settle my weight between her thighs. Claiming her lips with mine, I swallow down every moan that she lets slip free as I grind my hard cock against her lace-covered pussy. I take her breasts in the palms of my hands, pressing them together as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, gently twisting the other between two fingers. Her back arches as she writhes beneath me, her fingernails dragging down my back as she grinds against me.
“Zack, please,” she whimpers, her breath hitching as I take her nipple between my teeth.
Releasing it, I glance up and meet her hooded gaze. “Please what, baby? What do you need?” I ask, moving my hands to her waist as I slowly begin to trail my lips down her body. Over the soft swell of her stomach, across her hips, and down the thigh where her insulin pump is. I’ve never been more thankful for a medical device than I am now, and I find myself pressing a gentle kiss to her skin on either side of the pump before I shift my body lower.
“You,” she breathes out. “I need you.” She raises her hips to chase my mouth as I press a heated kiss to her cunt through the lace, curling myfingers around the edges of it at her waist. In one swift movement, I pull them from her body and toss them to the ground, finally revealing her glistening pussy.
A growl rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest as I hold her gaze and slowly swipe my tongue through her wet slit. I flick her clit with my tongue before closing my lips around it, sucking it gently. I could spend forever between these thick thighs of hers, savoring her like candy. Her head falls back on a moan as her back arches, her fingers threading through my hair as she presses her pussy up towards my mouth, chasing the sensation.
The intense desire and tension radiating through my body are so vastly different from anything I’ve ever experienced with any other woman. The feeling should scare me. It should be a sign for me to walk away before I open myself up to heartbreak and torment, but something tells me that Quinn is nothing like the ghost of my past. I don’t believe for a single second that the sunshine image she exudes is merely a facade. It’s pure and honest.
The sounds she’s making have my cock leaking more pre-cum behind the fabric of my boxer briefs, desperate for some kind of friction. I grind my hips down against the mattress as I carefully slide two fingers into her, curling them towards me to press against the sensitive spot deep inside of her. My tongue swirls around her clit as I move my other hand to her thigh, guiding her leg towards her chest. “Get your legs up, baby,” I growl, keeping my fingers pressed inside of her as she pulls her other leg up to her chest. She whimpers at the vulnerable position, but the sight only makes me harder. “That’s it. You’re such a fuckin’ good girl, Sugar.”Gently pulling my fingers free, I wrap my arms around her thighs to keep her spread open for me as I devour her like a man who’s been starved.
In so many ways, I have been. Starved for attention, for touch, forlove.For someone to break down my barriers and see the man hidden beneath the shadows.
She lets out a deep, guttural groan as her pussy tightens. “Please don’t stop,” she cries, our eyes meeting as I press two fingers back into her. My lips wrap around her swollen clit, her taste exploding on my tongue as her legs begin to tremble. Quickly shifting positions, I move onto my knees and shuffle forward, her ass resting on my thighs, blessing me with the perfect view of her swollen cunt.
“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and come for me,” I growl, thrusting my fingers deeper inside of her as she detonates. A scream falls from her lips as warm liquid gushes from her pussy, soaking me and the bedding beneath us.
27
Quinn
Zackdoesn’tgivemetime to let the feeling of embarrassment take hold. I wasn’t even aware that my body could do such a thing, yet the pool of liquid beneath me is proof that it can. I’m sure that when this is over and I’m coming down from the pleasure high, I’ll be absolutely mortified. Right now, the only thing I’m feeling is the fierce need to be closer to him. The connection between us has grown faster than I ever imagined possible, and I want to experience everything he has to offer.
After leaning down to drag his tongue along my center, he crawls back up my body and settles his hips between my thighs. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as his cock rubs against my sensitive clit. He kisses me, his tongue slipping in to glide against mine, letting me taste myself on him. “You taste so damn good, baby. So fuckin’ sweet,” he rasps, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core as his forehead rests against me.
“I need you, Z,” I whimper, sliding my hands down his back until they meet the soft fabric of his briefs. Slipping my fingers just beneath the waistband, I try to push them down, desperately needing this final barrier between us to be gone. His lips brush against mine in a silent promise that he’ll take care of me. I don’t need to hear him speak the words to feel the truth of them settle deep within me.
He slowly pulls himself back, moving off the bed to stand beside it. His jaw clenches as his eyes bore into mine, fire burning within his dark brown irises. His chest rises and falls with a few quick breaths as though he's trying to steady himself. “Are you sure you want this, Quinn?” he asks. The question shouldn’t take me by surprise the way it does. After all, this is the same man who asked for permission before kissing me for the first time. It’s hard to believe that just yesterday, I found out that Zack is NoMerZ, the man I’ve been talking to on Frisk. The one who has made every effort to let me know how much he desires my body. Standing in front of me now, there’s not a doubt in my mind that it’s not just my body he wants.
It’sme, imperfections and all.
I probably look like an utter mess right now with flushed cheeks, blonde hair fanned out around me, and every dip and curve of my body on display for him. “I'm sure, babe,” I murmur, the term of endearment slipping free without a second thought.
His eyes widen ever so slightly, nostrils flaring before he nods and turns around, disappearing into the en suite bathroom. Sitting up on my elbows, my brows pinch as I hear a drawer open and close before he reemerges into the bedroom, his boxer briefs nowhere in sight as he approaches the bed with a small foil packet in his hand. “Last chance, Sugar. Once I’m inside that pretty pussy of yours, I won’t be able to stop, and I don’t know if I can be gentle.” His words send a shiver down my spine as my tongue darts out to wet my lower lip, teeth sinking into the inside of it.
“I don’t need you to be gentle, Z. You won’t break me,” I tell him honestly. More than anything, I need him to know that I’m not somefragile toy meant to sit on the shelf and look pretty. I can handle him and anything he chooses to throw my way. It may be foolish of me to trust him so easily, but something about the way he's looking at me with such reverence tells me that he'll take care of me.
My cheeks heat as I watch him bring the foil packet to his lips. His eyes lock on mine as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, the act alone causing a moan to escape me. He holds eye contact as he covers his cock. The gesture feels unexplainably intimate as the air surrounding us grows heavy. There’s a small voice in the back of my head telling me that this moment is going to change everything between us, but it's one that I welcome.
