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,