when she called him that. They’d been packing Roni’s apartment and bringing boxes over since Thursday night. They’d unpacked most of it, and after he visited with Simone this afternoon, he was meeting Truman and some of the guys at Roni’s place to move the rest of her furniture while she was at Josie’s party. He looked at the boxes he’d already opened, and the stack he hadn’t, wishing they’d remembered to label them. But labeling got lost in the excitement of moving in together.
“Not yet, babe,” he called out to her, his eyes drifting to the Christmas tree, which had accumulated several small gifts under it from each of them over the last few weeks. He loved picking out gifts for her and seeing how excited she was when she snuck his out there.
He tore open another box, finding leotards and other dance paraphernalia. Two boxes later, he found her shoes and dug through them looking for the tan ankle boots she wanted to wear to the party. He found her ankle boots, but more interestingly, he found a pair of black stilettoes and imagined her in them.
He carried them into the bathroom and found her bending over, fishing the hair dryer out from under the sink, giving him an eyeful of her gorgeous ass peeking out from beneath a towel. This was just one of the reasons they’d started keeping condoms in the medicine cabinet. He brushed against her, running his hand beneath the towel and up her thigh.
“Quincy,” she said softly as she rose, eyeing him through their reflection in the mirror.
“I found the box of shoes.” He dangled the stilettoes from his fingers. “What do I have to do to get you to wear these?”
“Those were for a Halloween costume.”
“How about you slip your pretty little feet into them for me?” He kissed her neck, snaking his other hand higher, teasing between her legs, earning that blush he adored.
“Don’t you have to get ready to go see Simone?”
Pressing his hard length against her ass, he delved his fingers into her wetness. “I have plenty of time.”
She pressed her hands flat on the counter, breathing harder as he homed in on the spot that made her moan. He lowered his mouth to her neck, nipping and licking.
“Quincy,” she panted out, spreading her legs wider.
He set the heels on the floor and stripped off his sweatpants, whispering, “Open your eyes, beautiful.” She opened her eyes, heat flaring in them as she sent her towel to the floor. He rubbed his cock against her ass and said, “How about those heels, baby?”
She slipped her feet into them, and fuuck. She was always sexy, but holy hell, this nearly did him in. He groped her breast with one hand, using his other hand between her legs as he ground his cock against her. She rocked and made those little needy sounds he loved.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
He sank down, kissing the curve of her ass, nipping the soft cheeks, earning a long, sensual moan. He spread her legs wide, licking between them, and wound his hands around her, teasing between her legs as he licked and kissed and explored.
“Quincy, I need you,” she panted out.
“I wish you were on birth control so I could sink into you with nothing between us,” he said, his voice rough with desire as he rose up.
She turned around, palming his erection, and said, “I was thinking the same thing.”
He crushed his mouth to hers as they drove each other out of their minds, stroking and teasing. When she guided his cock between her legs, he withdrew his fingers, rubbing his length along her center, wetting it from base to tip, and a groan rumbled out. He thrust his hips, the length of him riding along her slick heat, and tore his mouth away. “I need to fuck you right now.” He lifted her and set her on the edge of the counter, reaching for a condom.
“You said you have time.” She raised her brows seductively and said, “Might as well make the most of it.” She pressed her lips to his, then guided his face lower.
“I fucking love you. Put your hands behind you, baby, and hold on tight.”
He moved her legs over his shoulders and took his fill, fucking her with his tongue, teasing her with his fingers, and taunting her with his teeth, taking her right up to the edge.
“Need more…now…Quincy, please!”
Only then did he devour her the way she needed. His