Deeper, my tongue slides into her mouth with the intent to devastate, crush, and pummel her senses until she can only think of me. My mouth, my body, my everything, and anything she wants. I’ll give it to her. I don’t let up, licking her lips and then diving deeper, moving to shallow rubs and light nips and back again. Her heart rate is high, and it matches mine. I can feel it, her breath coming in panting waves and the vibration of her moan. Fuck, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. I want to be inside of her more than life itself, but I keep going.
This is for Valentina.
I want my name in her heart, living and breathing there with every breath she takes.
I want more.
Her hips begin tiny fragmented movements against me to find friction. I have to touch her.
“Quaid,” she moans into my mouth, a sound so sweet, it could only come from her.
“Valentina?” I ask, wanting—no, needing to hear her beg for it.
It’s her turn to stare. Her glazed eyes roam every inch of my face and neck, only to slide back up to my hair, which she grabs to hold me still.
“Touch me,” she whispers, moving her hips into mine. “Please.”
“Where?”
“Here.” She moves her hips again, and I smile before taking her mouth, slowly at first, then faster and deeper as my hand strokes over her chest. There’ll be time to play with her perfect tits later. Right now, I’ve been given an order, and with Valentina, I always aim to please. I watch her as my hand grazes against the outside of her thigh, following the ridge of her shorts, shorts that have been taunting me all day, to stroke the smooth skin right below where I know heaven is waiting for me.
It’s impossible to remain calm—it’s her fault, all her fucking fault. If she wasn’t so amazing, I could slow down, but I need to feel her wet and tight around me. Gripping her hip, I pull, grinding my dick into the tight press of her thighs, and she groans. Music to my ears. “Let me hear you.”
I roll into her again and again, until she’s panting and I’m afraid I’ll explode like a virgin on a first date.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers, guiding my hand to exactly where she wants it, and it’s my turn to groan. I love that she’s open and willing to ask for what she needs.
“Reading my mind,” I whisper before kissing her. Holding back nothing, I punish her mouth. The kiss is hard and deep, while my hand works over the button and zipper of her shorts. Pulling away, I gaze into her dazed eyes and over her flushed face to her flat stomach. We both watch my fingers slip down the front of her shorts and the flash of lace beneath them. Her skin is silk, luxurious, and meant for the richest of men—meant for me. “Fuuuck, princess.” I drop my head to her hair as my finger slides along the wet sheath of her lips. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen…that I’ve ever felt.”
Valentina
I’ve lost my mind. In a good, mind-numbing way. Quaid knows how to kiss until all thought is erased. I’m wild for him, ready for him to do with me whatever he wants. I would beg if he asked me to. When his hand reaches below my panties, the reality of what we’re doing hits me.
Quaid’s here. He’s actually here with me. He’s not a dream anymore. He’s not a memory I touch myself to at night. He’s right here. That realization is almost more than I can take.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. “You can let go with me. I’ll always catch you.” There’s a sexy sway to his voice, and then his fingers, two of them, slip into me, and I’m lost.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so wet and tight… I want my mouth on you.”
I hum, because I’ve lost the ability to speak.
I’d let him do anything he wanted, because he feels that good. Letting go, just to focus on the feeling, I take in everything—his body pressed against mine as I rock into his hand. He sinks deeper, cupping me so his palm rubs against my clit. “Oh,” I half-cry, half-moan. “Quaid.”
I search for his mouth, and it’s there, just when I need it most. Covering my lips with his, he takes every panted breath and mumbled word into him. More, deeper, faster, harder, and then repeated until I can’t breathe. My hands seek out his wrist, holding him, showing him the way, pulling him further into me, rubbing and plunging deeper, over and over.
“Yes, oh fuck, Valentina, I want to see you come. I want to feel it.” Our mouths hover together, barely touching as his words wash over me. This version of Quaid is still new to me, but the feel of him against my body is like we’ve been molded together over time.
In this moment, I let go of fear and worry about the future we won’t have. It’s just me and Quaid, to hell with everything else. We find the perfect rhythm. His fingers mimic the thrust of his hips, pumping and reaching deep. Curling forward, he finds that place, that beautiful, touch-me-there-again place. And he does. Over and over, hitting it, and at the same time, he sweeps the pad of this thumb against my clit. I can feel it start, a budding pressure spreading slowly, and then with growing force. My orgasm builds, crowning into a breaking wave. Tightening, my legs draw up and lock as I rock back and forth, clenching around him.
“Yes,” I cry out softly. It’s intense, earth-moving intense, and I lose sight of everything while riding the peak, destroying it and coming back to reality on the broken crest. His hand gentles, massaging the remnants of my climax, and it feels amazing. Tipping my head into his neck, I breathe long drags of his rich, unique maleness—a little bit of sweat, the sun, and just him. Now, he’s mixed with me and sex.
That smell is mine. Mine has never sounded as good as it does with my men. Mine.
The thought is fierce in my mind. It’s an undeniable truth. These men will never be anything but mine, just like I have never been anything but theirs.
I stare into Quaid’s gorgeous green eyes. They’re filled with awe, and I revel in his smile. It starts small, a teasing smirk, and it grows, stretching across his face. When his smile’s this wide, a small dimple creases his left cheek. My fingers have nowhere to go but to his face, running along his lower lip and then into that completely endearing dip.
“That was sexy,” he smirks, swooping down to capture my mouth. It’s brief, but devastating at the same time. “I could live on that memory for the rest of my life and remain satisfied.” He’s yet to remove his hand. I gasp as he slides deeper and I tighten around him. He’s at my ear now, nibbling, and whispering, “You feel so good wrapped around me, and it’s only going to get better. Are you ready for me?”
Yes. The answer is hell yes.
Quaid
After what seems like years, my hands are finally on her perfect breasts. Still living on the memory of her pussy tightening on my fingers, I long for more. I pinch and pull until her whimpers extend to a full-blown groan. The tight tips dig into my palm as I squeeze the perfect fit. I break away, and she gulps in air. Smiling when she whispers, “Yes,” I bend to take her in, ripping her blouse down to expose her breasts to my tongue.
I devour her, taking and giving it all back so we can start again. Her whimpers have my dick twitching, and her roaming fingers set my pulse on fire.
Slamming her back into the door, I align our bodies. The only reason to tear our mouths apart is to look at her hooded lids, her lips bruised from mine. With deliberate concentration, I roll and press my dick into her. My aim is perfect. Her long moan assures me of that. Once more, I pull back and press in deep, and this time, it’s my name, long and drawn out on a breath.