Midnight Muse

She’s stolen my signature smirk, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards and damn, does she look pretty like that.

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, deft fingers undoing the buttons of my jeans like she was made for it. She drags the zipper down next, paired with a light scrape of her nails brushing over my heavy cock through the fabric of my briefs.

The noise that comes out of me is guttural. But not embarrassing, because if there’s going to be anyone to hear these noises from me, make these noises spill from my mouth, I’m glad it’s Quinn.

She snaps the waistband of my briefs against my hips and it’s sharp. I startle, eyes narrowing as she stares down at me with those wide, faux innocent eyes.

That debauched smile gives her away, though.

I decide to forego teasing her back in case she decides to change her mind about riding me, and help her with her own buttons instead. I make much quicker work of it, helping her slide off of me so we can rid ourselves of the fabric barriers.

My cock bobs, springing from its confines, and Quinn’s gaze is laser focused on it, finally bare herself.

She’s watching me with an intensity that I feel all the way to my very core. I wonder if Quinn can feel it too, with the way she’s taking my cock in that soft hand of hers and leaning over to lap up the pearl of precum that’s glistening at my tip.

I bite back the hiss that threatens to slip as she works, licking and sucking my cock. I nearly bite through my lip at her wicked tongue. My fingers twitch to wrap her long, blonde hair around my fist and hold her steady, fuck my cock into her obedient little mouth like I so desperately want.

My fingers also itch for my charcoals. I want to remember this moment forever.

“So, so prefect,” I compliment, caressing her cheek when she pulls away, automatically moving into me like the six inches of space between us is too much. I feel it too, the consuming need to always have her near, to always be touching her in some way or another.

I draw her in, claiming her mouth with my own. It’s a slower kiss, and I pour all of the feelings bubbling up in my chest into her, willing her to understand what I’m feeling without having to outright say it. How much she means to me, how she’s already changed my life for the better.

Quinn waits patiently as I rifle around for a condom. She takes it before gently poking at my chest, signaling for me to lie down. I follow obediently, because watching her rip open the packet while she eye-fucks my cock has me on edge.

Rolling the rubber onto my length, she slowly climbs back on top of me. I guide her, hands on her hips, but let her grind herself down against me, the both of us sharing a pleasured moan as she plants her palms against my chest, propping herself up, hovering over my cock.

I’d prefer if we were chest to chest so I could wrap my arms around her, plant my feet into the bed, and fuck up into her with abandon, but I let Quinn carry on for now.

I’m unable to remove my hands from her waist as she gives me a rough tug before guiding my cock through her slit. She’s warm, wet, and all mine; I grunt at the feeling.

As she lines the head of my cock with her pussy, notching me into place, I hold my breath to try and calm my racing heart. Quinn’s presence makes it beat like a drum, all wild and brash. The gasp she sucks in as she begins gingerly lowering herself onto my throbbing cock is one I want to replay over and over forever.

Fuck, she’s tight as she descends onto my dick. I feel the way her walls hug me, squeezing with pleasure. My fingers dig harsher because it’s the only way to keep myself from bucking up into her.

“Oh my God, Knox,” she whines when she’s fully speared on my cock. Heat courses through my body like a lance and I force it away, letting Quinn take her time to adjust. I grit my teeth when she gives a swirl of her hips, her head falling back on her shoulders as she bobs softly.

She all but collapses against my chest, reaching forward to kiss me again. We can’t keep away from each other, drawn to the other like magnets.

I slide my hands up the expanse of her back, trailing across the dips and valleys of her body as I hold her closer to me, careful not to move my hips. Over the round of her ass, the curve of her spine, across her breasts, all the way up until I’m caressing her cheek, keeping her still as I slowly dip my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.

Kissing Quinn ignites a fire in my soul. It’s passionate, fervent, and full of all of the feelings I haven’t had the gall to admit to yet. The ones that cross the line into something I’m terrified of giving away, something that I haven’t experienced in a long time.

Love.

With my mouth against hers, I pour all of those emotions into her, hoping that the way her fingers curl into fists against my chest means that she understands exactly what I’m trying to convey.

Bucking my hips causes Quinn to make a noise that I greedily swallow. She lifts up, dragging herself off my cock and I can’t help but shudder at how slow she’s going with her exploratory little bounces.

One would think I’ve never fucked her before.

She arches fully into my body as she sinks down again and with a cry of pleasure, our lips finally part. Quinn trails kisses down my throat and across my collarbones as she makes her way to sit up again, trying a different angle that makes her breath hitch. The rush of cool she leaves against my skin makes my chest heave, hands trailing back to her hips like I’m the belt keeping her from falling off this ride.

She’s absolutely stunning in the soft light emitting from the lamp. Her golden hair is disheveled, hanging across her shoulders. Her hazel eyes don’t leave mine as she rises and falls again, but her lashes flutter with the movement. All of her creamy, soft skin is on display, dusty nipples, rosy lips, the apples of her cheeks filled with a healthy glow.

I brush a lazy circle against her clit with my knuckle and it really spurs my girl into action, kicking up into a pace that makes my balls tighten.

Her full breasts bounce with her movements and I reach out, getting a handful of one, dragging my thumb across her tightened nipple. She emits a keen, her hand coming up to cover mine, to knead against mine, showing me how she wants me to touch her.