Page 10 of Steamy Diamond
"You have to unzip this dress for me."
He rolled on the condom and quickly kicked his pants off onto her floor. "No."
"No?"
He took off his baseball pants, leaving them crumpled on her floor. Then pulled her down on the bed, covering her, the muscles in his arms straining as he looked down on her with desire and need. Just as she imagined all those nights when she was by herself.
"I like the dress. Keep it on."
He pushed the skirt of her dress over her hips, his fingers finding her wet again, his lips passionately kissing hers. Then he slowly pulled away to stare down at her with a look that made her feel wanted. She couldn't remember a man ever looking at her like that.
"You OK?" She nodded, and he gave her a smile that made her feel sexy and safe. "Tell me what you want, Ella."
"You."
Without taking his eyes away, he wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his cock deep in her. Both of them gasped in sheer pleasure, making Ella almost lose any thought of even who she was as her body adjusted to him. Then he began to move over her, making her feel a kind of pleasure she never felt with a man before.
She opened herself wider to him, moaning as he continued his pace. She needed this, she needed him. He was the only thing that mattered to her right now and the only thing she wanted. But even that wasn't enough for her.
"Harder." Her hand tightened on his arm, her lips brushing against his ear. "Fuck me harder."
He did as he was told, growling almost in pain as he picked up his pace. She was being greedy, but he didn't seem to care. He was going to do whatever she asked because this was also what he wanted.
She was trying to hold on, pulling him closer as his movements became erratic, pushing deeper and deeper as he groaned from the strain of holding himself together. She wasn't going to last much longer like this. She couldn't hold on much more.
He thrust into her, deep and hard, sending her over the edge, her body tightening around him as she took him for all he had. He groaned deeply and his muscles tensed against her as his orgasm followed hers.
Then his body calmed, his head falling into the crook of her neck, his erratic breathing against her skin starting to get some control again. He gently lowered himself on her, his body pressing her into the mattress. She let go of him and slowly ran her fingers along his back, trying to calm both of them after their session.
Quinn finally pushed himself off of her, flopping onto his back on her bed. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his hand rested on his chest, his body glistening with sweat. Even when he was completely spent, he looked divine.
He took a deep breath and turned to look at her. "That was..."
His voice trailed off. It seemed he couldn't find the right words to describe the ecstasy he felt. Ella felt the same way. She put her hand on his chest and smiled at him.
"Yeah, it was."
She could feel his laughter vibrate in his chest before he placed his hand on top of hers. Then he pulled it to his lips and kissed it.
"I'll be right back."
He got up and grabbed his pants off her floor, giving her a little time to straighten herself out. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her dress was still bunched at her waist, and her face easily gave away that she had been thoroughly ravished.
What had just happened? It was strange for her to just let someone in like that -- and then to screw them. But Quinn wasn't a total stranger since he had already been at her apartment once before. And she had seen plenty of him before he showed up tonight in those baseball pants.
She started to rummage around her drawers, looking for clothes that weren't black and tight, finally pulling on some clean underwear and a pair of jeans.
"I'm not a fashionista, but I don't think that dress matches those pants."
Ella turned to see Quinn leaning against her doorway in a pair of blue jeans now. He must've had them in the bag with him and she liked them too. No matter what pants he was wearing, he always seemed to make them look good.
He smiled and started to swagger over to her. "So, I guess you like my baseball uniform?"
Busted. But she was pretty sure she had made that obvious. He just gave her a teasing smile, letting her know that yeah, he knew, and he liked it too.
"Turn around and let me help you," he said gently.
She did as she was told, and Quinn's fingers began to unzip her dress all the way down until his hand brushed against her ass. Then his lips were on her skin again, gently kissing her shoulder.
