Seeing Quill’s smile lift the corners of his mouth does things to my insides. I want him; I want him so bad it hurts. Watching him as he takes slow, steady steps toward me has goose bumps erupting over my skin. He stops before me, only inches away, and runs his fingers down my cheek, continuing down my neck and between my breasts. His finger moves lower, traveling over the outside of my dress, and comes to rest on my hip. Slowly, he walks around me until my back is pressed against his hard chest. Both hands then run down my curves, and I take a deep breath when they leave my sides and begin to undo the back of my dress. I release the breath I’ve been holding as my dress falls to my waist, revealing my naked back to Quill. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
Feeling his warm lips press against my skin, I pull my dress down over my hips, letting it fall to my feet. I’d planned to have a shower and put on some sexy lingerie, but that was all forgotten when Quill kissed me.
Quill’s mouth stills and I smile to myself, knowing he can see the black leather G-string I’m wearing, bought especially for him.
“Baby,” he says huskily, “what the fuck are you wearing?”
I bite down on my bottom lip when I feel one of his hands slide down my spine, then sink under the seam of my G-string. “Do you like it?”
I’m suddenly spun around to face him, and he crushes his lips against mine in a mind-blowing kiss; a kiss that tells me exactly how much he likes the G-string. He pulls back without warning, humor gracing his beautiful ocean blue eyes.
“Wait! I gotta look at this again.” I laugh when he gets down on his knees in front of me, his face level with my core. “This has to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Quill always makes me feel sexy. Even with an overgrown belly, he still makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
Quill grunts before looking up at me, his expression full of lust—no scratch that, hunger. Pure hunger, and it leaves me feeling breathless. He leans forward and runs his nose thought the apex of my thighs, inhaling my scent, and all the while his eyes are locked onto mine. I suck on my bottom lip when he playfully nips my clit through the G-string, and I reach for him without thought, running my hands through his hair. I’m loving the way his intense blue gaze bores into mine.
“I fucking love you, Jasmine. I know I should take it slow with you, baby, but I’ll admit it—I want you hard and fast. All day I’ve wanted you beneath me, and now that I have you here, and you’re wearing this,” he states, hooking his thumbs into the side of my G-string. “It has me so hard I’m going to explode.”
His words do things to me, and I find myself wanting him to take me hard and fast. I ensure I have his full attention when I lift his chin with my finger. “Just take me, Quill, I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside of me.”
He growls and rips my G-string off in one smooth movement, plunging his tongue deep inside of me before I take my next breath. I cry out in surprise, then moan when he moves to flick my clit with his tongue. My knees buckle beneath me, and just as I’m about to drop to the floor he holds me upright by tightening his hold around my hips. He licks and sucks, devouring me like he’s a man starved. I feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach, but when he enters me with one finger I’m coming. I’m coming so darn hard, I scream out my release.
Sagging in Quill’s arms, he gently lays me on top of the soft rug, and I shiver when it tickles at my back. Finally I’m able to open my eyes, and I find a smug-looking Quill grinning down at me. His lips are glistening with my orgasm, and his eyes are shining light blue with a hint of emerald as the fire illuminates his face.
“You have too many clothes on,” I protest, pulling at his tie and releasing it from his collar. Throwing it to the floor beside me, Quill pulls his jacket off his shoulders and I release his shirt from his pants. Urgency to have him naked consumes me and I rip his shirt open, forcing buttons to fly. Feeling Quill’s erection on my thigh, I lean up and kiss him as my shaking hands struggle to undo the fastening on his trousers. Quill notices my dilemma and whispers against my lips, “Here, let me.”
Standing above me, his body glowing in the warm firelight, he removes his shirt and throws it down beside him. His abs are on full display, and he sucks in a breath when I can’t help but play with my breasts at the sight of his utter perfection. “Don’t touch them,” he warns me, “they’re mine. It’s going to be my hands and my hands only on those fucking tits.” My hands still and I whimper when his pants fall to the floor. His cock juts out of his briefs, giving me a glimpse of the head; it’s glistening with his precome.
Unable to hold back anymore, I slowly get up on my knees and hook my fingers on the sides of his briefs. I look up at Quill, my eyes asking for permission to take what I want. Cocking a smile, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You sure you want this?” His voice is low and husky, his muscles straining. He’s struggling for control.
I lick my lips. “Yes, so much.”
He doesn’t say anything, just nods. I waste no time in undressing him, watching as his cock stands to attention, reaching his navel. I grasp his shaft in my hand as my other hand rests on his chiselled butt, pushing him forward to my waiting mouth. I tease him at first, licking the head of his cock, loving his musky taste on my tongue. With my eyes glued to his, I open my mouth and take him in whole, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I hear him sigh, then grunt when I hollow my cheeks and suck, then pull back. My other hand leaves his shaft and joins the other on his ass, enjoying the way it clenches with each of his thrusts. I let him lead as he moans, pushing in and out of my hot mouth, saliva now trailing down my chin. But I don’t care, the intense way his eyes bore into mine, and the way his mouth makes an O shape as he gets closer to releasing, has me bobbing my head faster.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come, and I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want to come in your pussy.” Pulling at the back of my hair, he forces my mouth to leave his cock. I whimper at the loss but don’t have too long to dwell on it. He gets down on his knees, facing me, and takes me into his arms before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it.
“I’m going to make love to you now, Mrs. Owen.”
I smile. “Say it again,” I whisper against his lips.
“Mrs. Owen?”
“Yes, that. I love being called Mrs. Owen.” I raise my arms, linking them around his neck and kissing him. His tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine. Gently, he lies me back down onto the fluffy rug, and I open my thighs for him, allowing him to settle between my legs. Grasping my face between his hands, he tilts his head to the side, frowning with almost a look of determination on his handsome face.
“I love you, Mrs. Owen. And you’re mine. Always and forever.”
“Forever,” I repeat, wrapping my legs around him and rubbing my core against his shaft.
Resting on his forearms, ensuring he doesn’t put his full weight down on me, he enters me, and I can feel every inch of him sliding in as my body adjusts to his girth. I moan in pure pleasure once he’s fully inside me and I arch my back, causing him to hit the most delicious spot. Quill licks over one of my erect nipples, and I moan again at the exquisite pleasure. Since becoming pregnant my breasts have become more sensitive, and Quill knows this. With the warmth of the fire against my skin, and Quill’s warm and wet mouth, the myriad of sensations has me burning deep within. “Harder, Quill,” I demand when I feel him begin to slide in and out in a rhythm that has me close to wanting to swap positions.
“No, baby. I want you slow. I want to feel every inch of you. Because, baby, you fucking own me,” he adds, and I travel my hands down his muscled back and rest them on the curve of his butt, trying to push him in harder and faster.
A husky laugh escapes his lips, and he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Married for only a few hours and you’re already trying to take control? Uh, uh, uh. When it comes to sex, baby, I’m always the one in control.”
I feel my orgasm building. “Please, Quill. I’m so close.” He reaches down and wraps my right thigh around his back, and begins to thrust in and out—slowly, but oh so good. He sinks into my heat then out again, till the tip of his cock is just barely inside me.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he groans out as he once again enters me slowly, then steadies himself before rotating his pelvis against mine. I moan at the friction and sink my nails into his chiselled asscheeks, feeling like I’m going to explode with each slow thrust of his hard cock inside me.
“Quill, Quill.” I pause, panting at the sensations he’s creating as his thick heat drags along my inner walls. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I confess, tilting my head back.
“Look at me, baby,” he demands, and his voice has me doing exactly that. He continues to thrust in and out as he watches me, circling his pelvis in a rhythm that has me building fast now. “I fucking own you, and you’re mine. All this is mine,” he states, grunting as he picks up his pace and starts to jackhammer into me.
He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and that’s my undoing. I cry out with my release, arching my back up off the floor and curling my toes. Quill smashes his lips to mine, swallowing my screams, then I feel his hot seed spill inside of me.
A few moments later he slowly withdraws and rolls onto his back, folding me into his side. I yawn, my eyes becoming heavy with the exhaustion of the day’s events.
“You okay, babe? Did I hurt you?” Quill asks, concern for me and the baby evident in his voice.
I smile and kiss his chest. “No, Quill, it was perfect. You are perfect.”
The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Quill kissing my forehead, whispering to me that he loves me.