Droplets of sweat fall from his forehead as he rubs his manhood against my entrance and I can feel his muscles trembling beneath my fingers. “I’m not sure I can go slow.”

I pull his face to mine, pressing my lips to his before biting his full, luscious bottom lip and tugging it between my teeth.

“Then don’t.” I lift my hips off the bed and kiss the soft skin on his neck. “I don’t want gentle, Quinton. I want to feel every inch of you and I still want to feel it tomorrow when you’re on that plane.”

That does it.

He slams into me. His size and power catches me off guard. “Oh yes!” I moan as he pulls out and pushes back inside.

Every thrust feels different . . . amazing. Like he’s waking up a part of me that’s been asleep for so long. If I knew sex could be like this, I probably wouldn’t have been able to have a dry spell for as long as I did.

He leans back on his knees, grabbing my legs from around him and slipping his hands down my calves until they reach my ankles. He wraps his long fingers around each ankle, forcing my legs apart as he thrusts inside of me, watching his every stroke as he enters me. With my legs spread wide, he gives me the perfect view of his abs as they contract with every movement he makes, but even that has nothing on the look on his face.

My fingers grab onto the sheets next to me as another orgasm begins to build. “Harder,” I moan out even though I’m not sure my body can handle any harder.

Until he goes harder.

“Give it to me, Elle.” His voice is hoarse with restraint and I know he’s waiting for me.

He keeps driving into me at a maddening pace, never slowing, never easing up. Until I can’t hold it back anymore.

Every muscle in my body goes taut, even my toes. My back arches as my head pushes back into his pillows and my knuckles go white clenching his sheets. My mouth falls open as I let out a strangled moan as every single nerve in my body explodes. The world goes black right before Quinton moans out and slams into me a final time before dropping my ankles and falling on top of me.

Even though my body feels as though my blood has turned into cement, I lift my legs and arms and wrap them around Quinton, holding him tight as our breathing returns to normal and we float back down to earth.

“Damn,” he whispers, dropping a kiss onto my shoulder. “That was . . . That was . . .”

“Yeah, it was,” I finish for him, because there are no words to describe what just happened between us.

I should’ve known he would be magic in bed.