Page 62 of The Body Checker

“You’re beautiful, Quinn. When I saw you in that wedding dress…” I shake my head, my mind going back to this afternoon. “I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was.”

“You looked so handsome, Jonah. I was the envy of every woman who saw us walk into city hall today.”

I reach around her, and unhook her bra. It falls to the floor and I drop to my knees to remove her panties. Once I have her naked, I stand and press my lips to hers. I turn, taking her with me, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. My mouth never leaves hers as I give her a little nudge, until she’s sitting. Her hands grip my hair and hold tight. Our lips part, and I go to my knees, and take one of her pink nipples into my mouth and suck.

“Oh, Jonah,” she whispers, and I swear to Christ hearing her moan my name like that fucks me over in ways that almost frighten me. After having her in my bed numerous times, my need for her has grown, not diminished.

I suck harder, and inch back until her nipple pops from my mouth. She visibly quakes, and the small smile on her mouth urges me on.

I lap at her other nipple, until it’s red and swollen and marked by my mouth. Then I go back on my heels and grab a strawberry.

“Oh,” she says, when I put it between my teeth and take a bite. Juice bursts in my mouth, and I take the berry and rub it over her taut nipples. She quivers at the coldness as I get them wet, then close my mouth over them in turn, offering her heat.

“I love the way you’re into strawberries,” she murmurs.

I chuckle against her nipple, and squeeze the berry until juice is running over her stomach. “Lay back for me,” I say, and she lets herself fall, her arms going wide, her body completely offered up to me. My want for this woman is off the charts.

Here I told her I was going to ruin her, but the truth was, she’s ruined me—for any other woman.

I hold the squashed berry over her mouth. “Open,” I say, and place it on her tongue. She moans her approval, and I press my hands to the bed on either side of her body and run my tongue along her flesh. Her hips come off the bed as I lick the sweet strawberry juice from her quivering body.

“Jonah,” she whispers, her legs automatically widening for me.

“You want my mouth here?” I say, and adjust until I’m balancing on one hand, the other going between her legs. I touch her lightly, play with her clit, and she moans and moves beneath my fingers.

“Yes, please,” she says, and I chuckle. I love this uninhibited woman who has no trouble giving or taking in the bedroom. I kiss a path lower, and when her sweet perfumed scent of arousal hits me, I know I’ve found heaven, and it’s sweeter than any strawberry.

I drop to my knees again and bury my mouth between her legs. As she cries out my name, I suck her clit into my mouth, swirl my tongue over it. She gasps and grabs at me, a desperate sort of need in her eager hands.

Knowing just how to please her, I insert one finger into her core, and find that hot bundle of nerves that drives her crazy. I stroke deeply, and her muscles tug me in as they clamp tight around me. Jesus, I’ll never tire of pleasuring her this way, especially when she makes such sexy noises, letting me know just how much she loves it.

I keep my finger inside her and reluctantly tear my mouth from her clit. Right now, I need to see the pleasure on her face. Her hips come off the bed, and I nearly lose it. The sight of her like this, all warm and wanting as she lets me do things to her body, is a total mind fuck. Quinn unleashed. I fucking love it.

“Jesus, you are so sexy.”

She squirms and her beautiful breasts jiggle. For a moment I think about putting my mouth back on them, but burying my face between her legs again wins out. I suck on her, eat at her like a man starved. Jesus, it’s hard to keep it together with this kind of need tearing through me. I quickly remind myself to slow down. This is Quinn. A woman I’m in love with.

A woman I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with my entire fucking life.

I push another finger inside for a snug fit, and every muscle in her body tightens. “I love when you come for me,” I say from deep between her legs. My words push her over the edge and the next thing I know, she’s coming and coming into my mouth. I drink her in, but no matter how many times I release the dam, my thirst for her will never be quenched.

“Jonah,” she pants, and my cock throbs, urging me to get inside, and fast. When she stops trembling, I grab a condom from the bag I packed and slide it on.

“But I want you in my mouth,” she pouts as she sits up.

“No time for that,” I say, and position myself in the middle of the bed. “I need you to ride me, Quinn.” Her eyes light up, obviously loving that idea, too. “I want to see my wife’s face when she comes all over my cock.”

I hold her arm to balance her as she tosses one leg over me and straddles my body. She cups her breasts, plays with her nipples, and I groan. “Such a boob man,” she teases.

“When it comes to you, I am. Your breasts are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.”

She shies away at that, and I touch her face.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

Instead of responding, she reaches beneath her and grips my cock. “I need you inside me, Jonah,” she says as she positions me at her entrance.

She lowers herself onto me, and as I sink into her body, my brain shuts down. Nothing but pleasure, for the things she does to me occupy my brain. Her hips move, rotate, massage my cock, and I clench my teeth. I grip her hips and lift her up and down, and her head falls to the side as she rides me.

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