Page 9 of Steamy Diamond
Quinn swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as his jaw flexed with tension. "Did you like it?"
"Very much."
Ella thought he was surprised by her declaration, but she needed him to understand that there was at least one woman who desperately wanted that photo. She gently put the photos down on the table and looked up at him, the blue of his eyes now a sliver as they darkened with desire.
"I've been very frustrated without your photo," she confessed.
"I've been very satisfied with yours and thinking about what your skin would feel like under my fingers, especially right here."
His eyes fell to her chest and his hands came up to gently graze the tops of her breasts exposed by her low-cut dress. She shivered at his touch, making him softly moan in response.
"Ella, did you ever wish I was really there in your bed?"
She nodded her head, her body too on edge to form words.
"Do you want me in your bed now?"
She stood still for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next, her eyes darting around his body to see if he was giving her any sign that he wanted this to stop. But there was nothing but desire from him.
Her hand instinctively grabbed the front of his shirt and she yanked him towards her, her lips smashing his. He seemed stunned for a moment, surprised that she had moved so fast, and she was kind of surprised by her boldness as well. But he quickly caught up. His hands moved from her breasts, running down the length of her body to grab her ass and pull her closer. She moaned with pleasure, her teeth gently tugging on his bottom lip for some release.
But there was no release, no slowing down, not now.
His hands reached down and started pulling up her tight skirt, his fingers teasing the inside of her thighs. Her hands fisted harder into his shirt in response, trying to find some sort of hold on him. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to put her hands everywhere on him.
And then his fingers found her lace panties. She sucked in a breath, the pleasure from his unexpected touch shooting through her.
"Oh, fuck. You're so wet, Ella." His hand teased her again, making her gasp in pleasure. "Do you always get this wet when you think of me?"
"Yes." His fingers moved harder against her in response. "Oh fuck, yes."
She could feel Quinn's moan against her skin, could feel the tension as her hands ran down his muscular arms. She wouldn't be able to take much more, and she suspected he wouldn't either. Her hand grabbed his wrist and she pulled him away from her, her body wanting to protest the sudden absence of his fingers.
But she had other plans. She kissed him some more, pushing them closer and closer to her bedroom. There had been so many times when she had thought about it, had hoped it was real. Now that it was, it was even better than she imagined.
The door hit Quinn's back as they pushed their way into her bedroom.
"Take that shirt off."
He quickly did as he was told, pulling away for only a minute to rip his shirt off and toe off his shoes. He came back to her, and Ella's hands began to slide down his chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch.
She kept going lower, thinking about the picture she had studied for so long, knowing how that hair trailed down to his cock. She could see the zipper straining with his hardness still confined. Her fingers started to fumble with the belt buckle, trying to get to what she wanted. But Quinn's hand on her wrist stopped her.
"Ella." She paused and looked into his eyes, his face flush with desire and need. "Let me."
He gently let go of her hand and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and tossing it on her bed. Then he unzipped his baseball pants, watching her as she stared with anticipation. He sat down on her bed, pushing himself up higher, his head propped up on her pillows. He gave her a hungry smile and pulled his delicious dick from its confines. He looked like he did in the picture.
"Is this what you wanted, Ella?"
His voice was dark and intimate and it sent a shiver up her spine.
"Yes," she whispered.
That picture of Quinn was amazing. But to see him on her bed, the real Quinn, with those pants and that look of desire? It was beyond anything she imagined in her fantasies.
"Take off your panties," he instructed.
She slipped her high heels off and reached under her dress to pull off her black lace underwear. He moaned, his head falling back on her pillows, his breath rough and uneven. Then he reached for the wallet on her bed, pulled out a condom, and ripped open the package.
