Arsen lowered Quinn softly to the bed and followed her down. She had cut him deeply with her comment, but he reminded himself what she had been through. She would be a long time healing, but every day he could see she was a little better than the day before, and he could wait. Yesterday had been a major step forward, with her finally believing she was safe. She’d had a bit of a relapse in the kitchen, but he couldn’t fault her. He was the same two steps forward, one step back, as he tried to cope with Holly’s death.
She sighed as he settled over her, holding himself above her on hands and knees as he looked into her eyes. They were the same eyes she’d peered into yesterday as he made his promise that before anyone could harm her, they would have to get past him. She could see in his eyes the kindness that resided within him. He could be ruthless and diamond hard when he wanted to be, when he needed to be. But that wasn’t the whole of him.
His lips tugged into a smile when her face softened as she stared into his eyes. She had such beautiful eyes, and when she looked at him that way, he could feel his heart beating faster. He remembered this feeling and his smile broadened. He’d felt it once before, and now he was feeling it again, the first blush of new love. Though he recognized it, it was different this time. He didn’t know if it was because he was older, or because Quinn wasn’t Holly, but his feelings for her were deeper, richer, somehow more fulfilling. It was steak instead of hamburger, a delicate rose instead of a plastic flower, or making love instead of fucking. The night in the cabin had changed the way he felt toward her. She had given herself to him that night, and from that moment she stopped being a stray he’d picked up on the side of the road and become more than just someone who needed help. It had only been five weeks, but he was beginning to fall for her. He smiled down at her, his heart fluttering as she smiled back. Did he love her? No, perhaps not yet, but he hoped she would give him the chance.
He smiled at her then lowered his lips to hers. His kiss was so loving and gentle, so full of warmth and promise, she was certain she would have gone weak in the knees if she’d been standing. As he slowly pulled back, she watched his face, her lips spreading in an easy smile. She’d taken plenty of lovers, more than she would care to admit, but he was the first to be able to touch her heart. With him it was more than fucking, more than having an itch scratched. There was something about his touch that went beyond the physical. She’d felt it in the cabin. Even though she’d been afraid, his touch calmed her and excited her at the same time. It was as if with each touch of his lips, each caress of his fingers, he peeled away another layer of the pain, regret and fear that resided inside her. He was slowly reviving her and bringing her back to the living, nursing back to life that spark that allowed you to live and not just exist…and oh God how she wanted to live again.
“Make love to me?” she whispered
“Yes,” he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
She smiled as she felt that little spark grow a tiny bit with his words. “Slowly.”
“Yes.”
They slowly tumbled into the bed, kissing and touching as they removed their clothes, exposing more flesh for their slow exploration. He kissed down her body, taking his time. They had nowhere to be tomorrow, no threat to face. This was their time and he intended to take a full measure. As he reached her pussy, she pushed at him, urging him to turn to his back. He didn’t want to go, wanting to please her with his mouth and tongue, but she twisted harder.
“I want to taste you,” she murmured as she pushed with her hips again. He moved, turning in the bed then falling to his back as she swung a leg over his shoulders and lowered herself over his face, sighing in delight as his arms snaked around her thighs and tugged her down tight.
They slowly pleased each other with lips and tongue, taking their time, luxuriating in the give and take of pleasure. As they touched and caressed, gasped and moaned, there was none of the searing, white hot passion of their night in the factory. It had been replaced with a glow that warmed without burning.
He tickled inside her passage again, his finger knowing just where and how to touch, and she could feel her orgasm begin to swell. He’d kept her on the knife edge of orgasm for what felt like hours, drawing her rapture near then letting it fade, only to call it back again, making her twist and move with pleasure.
He couldn’t take much more of her erotic kisses, slow, gentle, scratches and hard and fast pumps of her fist. He’d taken many lovers, but none had been able to bring him to orgasm with their mouth as quickly Quinn could. He was going to finish her this time, push her into orgasm before she did the same to him.
He was driving her deeper into pleasure than any time before. When she realized he wasn’t going to stop, she began to push against her orgasm, trying to delay the rush of pleasure, but she’d passed the point of no return. Her orgasm rolled over her, devastating in its intensity. She fought her climax, trying to battle through the debilitating pleasure to bring him to the peak of bliss with her.
He could feel her shivering, her muscles twisting beyond her control, but as she gasped and moaned, she continued to lick and suck at him. The sheer eroticism of what she was doing, still sucking him off even as she came, pushed him over the edge and into the abyss.
He exploded into her mouth, growling hard and loud as she continued to bob her head, sucking every drop from him as he shuddered, thrusting his hips as he drew her down tight and lashed her clit with tender intensity.
As they relaxed, Quinn turning and draping herself across Arsen’s chest. He took her head and pulled her into a long, sensual kiss, their tongues dancing as they explored each other’s mouths.
“I want you,” he whispered as she slowly pulled back from the kiss.
“I want you,” she repeated, her voice soft and full of desire.
She moved lower, her hand slithering between them to grasp him and steer him into her wetness. They sighed as one as he slid into her, their pleasure more than simply physical. She adjusted herself, then began to move, rocking her hips with slow, powerful thrusts. His hands went to her sides, holding her as he pressed up, his back arcing, allowing her to take him deeper as his face twisted in rapture.
He watched her, her eyes closing in pleasure, her breath coming in gasps, as she worked herself toward her second orgasm. She was beginning to sweat despite the coolness of his house, her many long minutes of exertion taking its toll.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured as he caressed her, his hands gliding over her back, holding her head, touching her cheek. She began to thrust harder, faster, pushing up higher on her hands, her head falling forward as she began to moan. He grasped her head, holding her up on his arms as he began to move with her, matching her rhythm, adding his powerful thrusts to her own.
She looked into his face, his erotic snarl as he began to pound into her winding her even tighter. She was going to climax, and the coming maelstrom was terrifying in its power. She’d fought her orgasm until the bitter end, wanting to delay the cleansing release as long as possible, allowing its power to build, but she was being overwhelmed.
“Oh God!” she groaned as her rapture took her. She grasped his arms to prevent herself from being swept away by pleasure, her orgasm harder than any she’d experienced. She wanted to scream, to shout her release to the world, but her climax stole her voice, leaving her mute and shattered with pleasure.
He watched as her face twisted with sweet agony, her hands gripping his biceps with strength he hadn’t known she possessed. Her body was alive with motion, her mouth open in a silent scream, before she went limp. He lowered her, thrilled she’d had such a hard orgasm. She sighed as she settled to his chest, nodding her head in some unknown agreement as he caressed her slowly.
She sighed out a long breath, shivering in the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of her life. She smiled as strength finally began to flow back into her. With another sigh, she pushed herself up, the sensation of his hardness moving inside of her making her face twist with pleasure. She pulled herself higher on his body, disappointed as he pulled out of her, but she desperately needed to taste his lips.
She kissed him, long, slow and deep, perhaps the best kiss he’d ever received. As she pulled back from the kiss, he pushed her hair back. She may not have the biggest tits, or the most curvaceous ass, but she had the most beautiful face of any woman he’d ever seen, and her eyes spoke to him.
“Did you come?” he teased, his lips pulling into a smile.
She giggled and pressed her head to his for a moment then met his eyes again. “Yes. It was a good one too!”
He rolled over and dumped her to the bed. “Want some more?” he asked as he watched her face, calling back her words from last night.
She smiled up at him. “Always.”