Page 12 of Just One Touch (The Carter Brothers 2)

I lift her up to where she’s balancing on my knees, she pulls her arms out of her night gown. Quinn’s hands find my biceps and she holds on while I lick and nip her nipples, one at a time. Not wanting to leave one alone for a single fucking second, my palm finds the one my mouth isn’t on and gives it the attention I know she’s craving.

Quinn’s head is thrown back, she’s writhing in ecstasy, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to see her totally uninhibited. I take my time drinking her in, before I do what I’ve been fantasizing about all god damn day.

“Move up here baby,” I move down, wanting her pussy right above my head.

“Oh my god, Mason,” she moans as I nip the inside of her thigh. I slide up her night gown until she takes over and whips it off her body. She’s naked except for a small pair of silk panties that are keeping me from tasting her.

Taking one hand, I grip the string in my hand and wrench them off of her. I look at her from my prone form, she’s bare. Completely fucking bare for me, wetness is coating her pussy, my pussy.

“Sit down,” I grunt, and she does as I tell her, Quinn’s hands are holding onto the headboard and when I look up, she’s watching my every move.

Licking all of her, teasing her the way I want to, even when she’s grinding her hips down on my mouth, I still take my time. I want her so worked up that when I latch onto her clit, she comes completely apart.

“Mason, damn it, please,” Quinn writhes, her body shaking after just a few ministrations of my tongue. I bring my hands up to her hips holding her down as I latch onto her clit. I want my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness clenching around me, but that will have to wait till round two.

With that last request, my lips suck her clit into my mouth, as she comes apart in my mouth. Her body is replete, and if it weren’t for her outstretched hands holding onto the headboard, she’d be laying completely on top of me.

Maneuvering my way up and out from underneath her, I bring Quinn into my arms. Wanting nothing but to take off these damn pants and fill her up.

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Quinn

“I think you’ve killed me, like I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven,” I murmur into Mason’s chest. I want to return the favor to Mason, it’s not just a want, it’s a need, but right now my body is limp.

“I’m not done with you yet, so you can’t be dead,” he grunts.

“I don’t know if I can go again, I’m not kidding. I’m boneless,” I reply, knowing it’s a lie. Lying naked against him, knowing only his pants are stopping me from getting what I want, already has me wet with need.

Mason flips me over, and I let out a squeal. I can’t help but smile at him. We’re face to face and his hips are between my legs. When he brings his hips closer to my center, I can’t help but bring my legs up and wrap them around his trim waist.

“Not feeling so dead now, are you?” he has a smirk on his face. My lips find his not caring that I can taste myself on his lips. He takes over, biting on my upper lip, and then sucking on it to soothe the ache he created.

This time it’s me that breaks us apart. With my hips still around his, I shift my hips as I turn us over. I’m straddling Mason’s hips, something I’ve come to notice he loves, but wouldn’t have happened without him allowing it.

I kiss his lips, then follow a path, nipping, sucking, and kissing the underside of his jaw, down his chest. I take my time. Wanting to feel every dip and divot of his muscular chest.

When I get to his happy trail, my fingers find the top of his pants and silently plead with him to help me take them off.

“You sure?” he questions me.

“I’ve never been surer,” I respond, moving and trying to help him take them off at the same time. Once his pants are off, it’s my turn to take him all in.

He has long, lean lines, with muscles that aren’t overly big. You can tell he has a surfer’s build. His skin is darkened from the sun, and the smattering of hair that’s along his chest leading to his cock has me salivating. It’s long and thick, I wrap my hands around his girth and my fingertips barely touch.

“Fuck, Quinn. What you do to me,” Mason groans out. I look up as I continue to work his shaft in my hand. His head is thrust back against the pillow, hands in his hair, as if he knows if he moves his hands, he’ll be deep inside me before I can even start, with that last thought I do what I’ve been wanting to.

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