“No!” I groan when he pulls his mouth away, but I’m only missing it for a second before he lifts me up and places me on the center of his bed. He climbs in after me, grabbing my ankles with his rough, calloused hands before putting them on his shoulders and covering my mound with his mouth. His talented, amazing mouth.

He sucks and licks and even nibbles until my back is arched so far off the bed I think I might be levitating. He digs his fingernails into my thighs so deep that there are going to be marks there tomorrow. And that’s what does it. The thought of being marked by Quinton causes a wave of pleasure to wash over me that’s so deep I might drown.

“Fuuuuck!” I moan as I shatter under his mouth.

But Quinton doesn’t stop. His tongue swirls around on my core and only when my breathing has evened does he start to drop kisses down my thighs before sitting up on his knees.

“Holy shit. That was . . . That was . . .” Fuck. I don’t even have a word for what that was. “What was that?”

“That was us just getting started.” A mischievous smile that makes my insides tighten again crosses his face. “Now what do you say to us getting rid of the rest of these clothes?”

“Yes.” I nod my head, all reservations and insecurities I had disappeared with the rest of my mind during that orgasm. “Let’s do that. Now.”

I pull my sweater over my head in record time, not wanting to miss a second of him pulling off his briefs.

And what a solid fucking decision it was.

Because when he pulls them off and reveals all of himself, I damn near faint. I knew he wasn’t going to be small when I felt it beneath me on the couch, but this. Wow.

He reaches into the nightstand next to his bed, pulling out a condom, ripping it open, and then rolling it onto his perfect fucking penis.

“How are you real?” I breathe, not moving my eyes from his manhood as it stands at full attention in front of me, sheathed and ready to go.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. “You have no idea how bad I wanted to get my hands on these. You’re always wearing those silky tank tops and the curve of these”—he drops his head, running his tongue along the curve of my breasts before sucking my nipple into his mouth and releasing it with a pop—“they taunt me.”

“Please.” I wrap my ankles around his back, trying to pull him into me. “I need you inside me, now.”