Page 122 of Knight's End
I started to laugh.
Quinn even bit down on a smile. But he was quick to resume our role-play. He held my jaw still as his other hand reached back down to my folds. And then he gave an evil grin as he used his speed magic.
My laughter became a moan, became panting, became begging.
I stared down at the hand blurring beneath me. The sensation was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. “Quinn, please!”
Please what?
Please let me come. And then make love to me.
It seemed impossible, but his fingers went even faster. And then one slipped inside me as the others buzzed on top. My entire pelvis seemed to buzz with sexual tension. Quinn let go of my jaw and dropped his mouth to my nipple. He tongued it and then bit gently.
Stars. Shocking killer rainbows. My first bottle of Flight. Nothing compared to this.
I screamed, writhing against his hand as he kept going. He didn’t let up. He let his other hand sneak around back and buzz against my ass as he forced me to climax again.
I wrenched on the sconce so hard that I accidentally knocked the torch off the wall.
Quinn had to jump to avoid it.
He started to laugh.
So did I.
“That was epic, darling,” I told him.
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly.
“Good,” he whispered.
The new sound of his voice sent a thrill through me. I loved hearing it.
Quinn reached up and untied my sore wrists. He lifted me up and stepped over the flickering torch. He stripped us down.
And then my Quinn set me in the tub.
He dropped me in and slid on top of me. He grabbed a sponge and ran it over my breasts. My skin came alive at the rough touch. After he’d cleaned me, I cleaned him, paying special attention to his chest. When I’d finished cleaning his body, my naughty knight thought,There’s one more spot you could work on.He climbed out of the water, skin gleaming, his dick throbbing in the torchlight.
And I went down on him as he stood by the bath.
I lavished kisses and licks on his dick, sucked the head into my mouth. I used the oil by the tub to lube up a finger and stick it into his ass as I worked him.
That brought a surprised and pleasured moan from his lips.
I sawed in and out of him as I pumped his length in my hand.
He started to rut my mouth but cut himself off. He pulled away and then grabbed my hand to help me up. He turned me and leaned me over the side of the tub, kissing my shoulder as he placed my hands on the rim.
“Hold on, Dove. I’m going to ride you.”
And then Quinn pushed the mushroom tip of his dick into me. The second it slid over my g-spot, I erupted. My eyes closed and yellow streaks flitted through my vision, dancing as my nerve endings sparked with pleasure.
Quinn grabbed my hips and used his speed to ride me. He pushed so hard and fast that it felt like his fingers vibrating against me all over again. It was merely a minute before my legs were quivering, arms shaking as they braced us both against the speed of his strokes. “Quinn!” I cried. “Quinn!”
“Come, Dove!” Quinn yelled. “Come!”
And I did.
