Page 70 of Open To Negotiation

Hair mussed.

"Fuck, Quinn. You asking for what you want might be the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard." I leaned down and put my lips back on hers, both of us ravenous. She whimpered as I pulled back. "You can always tell me what you want. I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you. Always." I held her beautiful eyes for a moment before I reached for my bedside table.

I didn’t normally keep condoms in the house since I’d never brought a woman here but after her last sleepover, I bought some, just to be ready. Before I could open the drawer, she grabbed my wrist.

“I’m on the pill, I’m clean and I’ve never been with someone one without one.”

“I’m clean and I haven’t been with anyone bare either.” My voice came out rough.

“Then I trust you.” She traced her hands down my abs, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. “I want to feel you, without anything else between us.”

It was my turn to groan as I kissed her softly, putting my weight against her, careful not to crush her. “I like being the man that you can trust.” We both moaned as my cock teased her entrance. “You’re sure?” I watched her eyes closely for any sign of doubt or uncertainty.

“I’m sure. But you’re going to have to go slow.” Her gaze moved to where I was holding my cock. “You’re big.”

I smirked, jerking myself a few more times. “You’ve said that already, Love. Be careful or you’re going to make my ego bigger too.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” She tried to say it smoothly but her voice was too breathy as she watched me.

“I’m going to need you to open wide for me.” I tapped her thigh, and she immediately complied.

I’d learned that Quinn was organized and a bit of a type A. But with me, I watched her loosen some of those reins, her anxiety disappearing because she knew I could take control.

Turned me the fuck on to know that she might like me taking control in the bedroom too.

Leaning down to kiss her again, I rubbed myself against her to spread her juices on me. I could feel her heart beating as fast as mine.

I put my tip against her, my chest heaving as I held myself back from plunging home. I gently pushed inside her, both of us letting out a moan. She tightened at my invasion and I let out a hiss. “You need to relax, baby. If you keep pulsing like that I’m going to cum before I’m even in.”

She was going to feel fucking perfect. I was straining not to slam all the way into her.

I only gave her a moment before I pushed more of my cock inside her, her walls clenching. “You’re so tight,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Are you in?” Her head was tilted back, her voice breathy.

Taking a deep breath, I used every ounce of self-control I had to keep going slow. “About halfway, baby, you’re doing so well. Taking me so good.”

“I’m not sure I can take it all, you’re too much.”

“You can take me, just breathe.” I reached between us and rubbed her clit in soft circles. I felt her relax and then I pushed the rest of the way in.

Both of us let out a gasp as I settled into her.

“I feel so full,” she said as she grabbed the sheets beside her.

I think I just found an addiction. Being inside her.

Fuck. It felt so good.

“Grab on to me, Quinn.” Her eyes fluttered open to meet mine, the lust heavy in her gaze as she released the grip on the bed and instead wrapped her arms around me.

We held eye contact, communicating in a way that made words unnecessary.

“I need you to move.” She wiggled her hips to emphasize her point. She didn’t need to tell me twice.

I grunted as I started to move, she threw her head back breaking our connection.

In and out, in and out, her little noises were the best fucking thing I’d ever heard.