by Susan Stoker
“Got it.” He paused and they sat there without saying a word for a moment. “I think study time is over. It’s late. You have to be tired. Come to bed with me?”
He’d asked the question, but Corrie could tell he wasn’t really asking if she was tired. It was finally time. She nodded enthusiastically.
Quint leaned toward Corrie and kissed her. He couldn’t hold back. Jesus, having her here in his space, having her stuff all around his house, made it seem more like a home. He’d only brought one or two women to his house before, and it hadn’t made him feel as comfortable as he was with Corrie here.
He couldn’t wait to put her things away in his kitchen, to arrange it so it would work for her. Quint wanted to watch her making coffee in his kitchen. Wanted to see her cooking and being comfortable in her own skin in his space. He wanted her clothes hanging in his closet, her stuff on his bathroom counter and her sexy body in his bed, on his sheets. He had it bad.
He licked her lip as he pulled away and scooted back his chair suddenly. “Come on, sweetheart.” Feeling like a bull in a china shop, he towed her quickly down the hall to his room, not bothering to turn off the lights as he went. Not wanting to let go of her, feeling as if he did, she’d disappear, Quint forced himself to drop her hand and turn her toward his bathroom.
“Go on, sweetheart. Bathroom is straight ahead, maybe five steps. Do what you need to do. I’ll use the guest bathroom.”
Corrie nodded and headed off to the bathroom, her arms held out in front of her cautiously so she didn’t run into anything, as her cane was sitting on the kitchen table where she’d left it. Quint watched her backside sway as she headed for the bathroom and shook his head when she disappeared inside. He had to get himself together.
He quickly stripped off his clothes and carefully put them in the hamper in his closet. Usually he just threw them in the general direction of the plastic container, but he had a new reality now and couldn’t afford to be careless anymore. He kept his boxers on and strode out of the room toward the guest bathroom to get ready for bed.
He got back to his room a few minutes later to see Corrie standing uncertainly by the edge of his bed. She had one hand on the mattress and was standing with her legs crossed, one foot on top of the other. He inhaled deeply at seeing her. She was wearing a long T-shirt, and he couldn’t see anything else. He had no idea if she was naked underneath it or not, but her long legs about made his heart stop.
“Hey,” she greeted nervously. “I didn’t know which side you slept on.”
Quint quickly came to Corrie’s side and lifted her hand to his mouth. He kissed the palm and engulfed it in his own. “I don’t really have a side. I’m usually in the middle.”
She smiled at that. “Figures.”
“Go on, climb in. Whatever side you’re most comfortable in, you can have.”
Quint almost groaned when Corrie lifted the comforter and scooted into the bed over to the far side, leaving room for him. He followed her in and gathered her close.
“Your heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. Are you that nervous? We don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. We can just lie here. Sleeping with you in my arms is something I’ve dreamed about a lot over the last month.”
Quint heard and felt Corrie sigh. “I am nervous, I can’t deny it. But not for the reasons you may think.”
“Just relax. You’re fine.”
“I know you probably have never thought about this, but you always smell so good. Your bed smells so good.”
“My bed?”
“Yeah, your sheets smell clean, but it’s mixed with you. The cologne you sometimes wear, the soap you use in your shower, the detergent you use…you. It smells like you.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
“Oh heck yeah.” She paused, then continued, “I know I haven’t seen you…there yet. And it’s taking all my self-control not to push you over and rip off those boxers and examine the hard length I’ve been feeling against me every time we’ve made out.”
Quint gurgled deep in his throat. It was a cross between a gasp and a laugh. “The feeling is definitely mutual, sweetheart. I don’t know what you’re wearing under that T-shirt, but my palms are actually itching to slowly ease it up your body until you’re as naked as the day you were born. I know this is a he-man macho thing to say…but you have no idea what the sight of you on my sheets is doing to me. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve even got myself off right here in this bed thinking about it. I think between the two of us, our first time is going to be pretty damn quick.”
“Are you complaining?”
Quint could hear the smile in her voice. “Hell no.”
“Did you turn off the lights?”
Quint took a moment to respond, not understanding her change of topic. “No.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Most women Quint had been with had asked him to turn the light off before they’d bared themselves to him.
“Yeah, I want you to have your fantasy. I can’t wait to lie here naked, imaging your eyes on me. But I’ll warn you, there’ll be a time when I’ll want the light off, simply so you can experience us together as I do.”
“Jesus, Corrie. Every time you open your mouth I get harder.”
“I can think of something else I can do with my mouth that will make you harder.”
Quint couldn’t think straight. He swore his vision went a bit gray at her words. He knew Corrie could speak her mind, and usually wasn’t shy, but this…this was beyond his fondest fantasy. He’d always been annoyed when women hemmed and hawed about their looks. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand, the media was murder on a woman’s self-esteem, but maybe that was why Corrie was so self-assured and okay with her body. She couldn’t see any of the pictures of the stick-thin women in Hollywood that were constantly on television, magazines and the Internet. It was refreshing as all get out to be with a woman who liked her body.
Quint grabbed the bottom of Corrie’s T-shirt and forcefully drew it up. He didn’t ask, and she didn’t protest. She merely lifted her arms to help him. He saw her dusky pink nipples briefly before leaning down to devour them.
He took one in his mouth and sucked hard, while his fingers found the other and tweaked it playfully. Corrie moaned in his arms and grabbed hold of his biceps while he played.
He wasn’t nearly done when he felt one of her hands snake down his body between them. Quint helpfully pulled his hips away to give her room. She found his cock with no issues and squeezed him through the cotton of his boxers.
He lifted his head and gasped.
“God, Quint. You feel amazing.”
“I think that’s my line.”
“We’ll share it.”
Quint tolerated her hand on him for another moment before rolling to his back and lifting his hips to remove the offending material. The sooner Corrie’s hand was on his bare skin, the better. Before he could roll back over, Corrie was there. He looked up at her and grinned. She was so fucking sexy and she had no clue. No clue at all.
Her blonde hair was mussed and falling around her face. She brought one hand up and absently smoothed it behind one ear before putting her hand back on his body. Her cheeks were flushed and she alternated between licking her lips sensuously then biting the bottom one.
Her thighs were full, but muscular. He could see her quads flexing as she moved into place next to him. Quint knew they’d be soft under his hands.
Her breasts were perfect. They weren’t small, but they weren’t huge either. He could fit them in the palms of his hands easily. Her stomach was softly rounded and she had small love handles. Quint couldn’t resist her, not that he had to hold himself back anymore. He’d seen glimpses of her before when they’d made out on her couch, but he’d never seen her like this. Naked, straddling his body, and all his.
He ran his hand over her breast and down to her stomach. Quint played with her belly button for a moment before moving his hand. He gripped her side, squeezing h
er skin until she shifted in his grasp.
“You are so soft. God, Corrie. You’re amazing.”
She didn’t answer, but scooted back on his legs, breaking his hold on her and bringing her hands to his hips to explore. Quint drew in a quick breath as one hand cupped his balls and the other grasped his erection just under the head.
“You like that.”
“Yeah.”
Corrie didn’t say more, simply continued running her hands over him. She learned his shape and texture. She used her fingertip to trace the head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over him and massaging it into his skin.
Finally she spoke again. “Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?”
“This.” She squeezed him lightly. “I can feel the veins sticking out and throbbing. It feels like it should hurt. Your balls are tight, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything like it before.”
Quint didn’t like being compared to anyone else, but ignored that for the time being. He ran his hand over her head, not offended in the least that she seemed to be staring off into the room. It didn’t matter if her head was tilted down toward his cock or up at his face, she couldn’t see him, at least not with her eyes. She was doing all the “seeing” she needed to with her hands at the moment, and it felt fucking awesome.
“It doesn’t hurt…exactly. It’s painful in a way because I’m so turned on, but it’s a good hurt. I know that I’ll soon be buried inside your hot, wet body and that it’ll feel so damn good…it’s worth any hurt I’m going through right now.”
Without a word, Corrie leaned down and licked the head of his dick. He groaned when she squeezed him and did it again.
Corrie’s head came up and looked to where his face should be. “I want you.”
Her words gave him the push he needed to take control. “Lay back.” As good as her mouth felt against him, he knew he’d never last if he let her continue. There’d be time for that later…hopefully. If she wanted to.
She did as he asked and Quint pulled the sheet down until no part of her body was obstructed. He put one hand on her belly so she’d know he was there. He looked down at his tan hand against the pale skin of her stomach. It was so erotic, Quint knew if she touched him now, he’d explode.
As he looked at her, she stretched and arched her back. She put her hands up over her head and Quint swore she looked just like the pictures of Marilyn Monroe he used to drool over when he was young.
“Is it like you imagined?” Her voice was husky and sultry and slightly teasing.
“No.” Quint clipped the word out without thinking. It wasn’t until he saw Corrie frown and start to put her hands down that he realized what he’d said. He put his hands on her wrists and forced them back up over her head and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “It’s so much fucking better, I’m about a second away from coming all over your pretty tits. Keep your hands there. Don’t move. If you touch me, I’ll lose it, and I have a lot I want to do before that happens.”
The smile crept back over Corrie’s face and Quint relaxed. He never in a million years wanted her to feel awkward in his bed…or anywhere for that matter. Quint eased down her body, licking here, nipping there, until he reached his final destination. He sat on his haunches between her legs. “Open wider for me, sweetheart.” She did and Quint could feel his mouth watering. Oh fuck yeah.
Her folds were pink and glistening with her arousal. He eased down until he was on his belly between her legs. He put one hand under her ass and lifted her up. The other hand he used to spread her open for him.
“I hope you’re comfortable, Corrie, because I have a feeling I’ll be down here for a while.” Quint smiled at the moan that escaped her mouth, but he didn’t look away from his prize. He licked once, from bottom to top, paying attention to her clit when he reached the summit of her folds. As she jerked in his grasp he murmured more to himself than Corrie, “Oh yeah, a good long while.”
Chapter 12
Corrie held her breath as she felt Quint’s tongue on her. Holy cripes, his touch was perfect. She desperately wanted to put her hands on his head, but she kept them where they were. She’d had a couple of men go down on her before, but it had been more of a “let’s get this done so we can get to the good part” kind of thing.
But with Quint, he made this feel like the good part. He made it seem as if he truly was enjoying what he was doing. Corrie could hear his low moans and the sounds he made in the back of this throat. His grip on her butt was strong and every now and then his fingers flexed against her. She could feel his shoulders rub against her inner thighs as he concentrated on giving her pleasure. Corrie heard the sound of licking and the sound of her juices against his fingers as he used them to stroke inside her. It should’ve embarrassed her, but right now, it turned her on more.
Everything about what he was doing was hot as hell…and that was without being able to actually see it. She could only imagine what she looked like through Quint’s eyes as he was up close and personal with her womanly bits. Corrie blushed, hoping Quint would be too busy to notice.
Quint loved Corrie’s taste. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to describe what she tasted like, but it was arousing as anything he’d ever experienced in his life. He moved his hips against the bed as he continued to lick and suck at Corrie’s folds. He was so hard he knew the second he got inside her he’d lose all control.
He eased two fingers into her hot sheath and concentrated his attention on her clit. Quint could feel Corrie shaking as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He rubbed against her inner walls, trying to find her G-spot. When she jumped in his arms as he felt a small spongy spot inside her, he knew he’d found it.
“That’s it, come for me, Corrie. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel it.” He lowered his head and threw her over the edge with his dual assault on her bundles of nerves.
Quint struggled to keep his mouth on her clit as Corrie bucked in his hold. He smiled and his eyes stayed glued to her face as she thrashed in his arms. She moaned and he could feel her hands in his hair. He mentally smirked, realizing in the throes of passion she couldn’t keep them above her head as he’d asked. Just as she was coming down, he used his fingers, which were still inside her, to stroke hard against the weeping walls of her sex one more time.
He lifted his head and watched as she shook uncontrollably in his arms once more. He’d seen other women come apart, but this was different. She wasn’t moaning and carrying on. In fact, she wasn’t really making much noise at all, other than a slight purr here and there. Her reactions to his ministrations were genuine and honest and somehow a hundred times sexier than anyone he’d ever been with. Corrie seemed to feel her orgasm from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. It was fucking awesome.
Quint pulled his fingers out of her body slowly, even as she continued to jerk and pump her hips into the air, appreciating how her body gripped him tightly, trying to prevent him from leaving her. He sucked his come-covered digits into his mouth, enjoying her strong musky taste. He pulled himself onto all fours and crawled up Corrie’s body until he was hovering over her.
Her arms were lying limp at her sides and the cutest smile was on her lips. She looked completely sated and absolutely undone.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Shhhhhh.”
Quint grinned. He didn’t say anything, but leaned down and began kissing her neck. He nipped her collarbone and worked his way up to her ear. He took the lobe in his mouth and tongued it, then bit down gently.
Corrie moaned under him and finally moved her hands, bringing them up to his sides to grip him tightly. “Not fair,” she mock complained even as she tilted her head to give him more access to her sensitive neck and ears.
“Don’t mind me, sweetheart. Just lie there and ignore me.”
“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried.”
Quint smiled again. She was so much fun. He’d never smiled this much while in bed with a woman before. In the past he’d bee
n all about getting them off, then getting off himself. He’d never wanted to play and tease. He’d never known what he was missing.
“I want you, Corrie.” Quint’s words were serious now. He pulled away and looked down into Corrie’s face. She looked up. Her bright blue prosthetic eyes gazed where she calculated he was. Quint swore they could see right into his soul somehow.
“I want you too, Quint. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up.”
“God.” Quint gritted his teeth as his cock flexed against Corrie’s stomach. He leaned over to the drawer next to his bed and pulled out the brand new box of condoms. He’d bought it last week in the hopes he’d get Corrie in his bed at some point. At the time he hadn’t cared if that was months or days…although he was hoping for closer to the day timetable.
He tore at the box, cursing himself for not having the foresight to open it before now. In his rush to get it open, the condoms went flying everywhere as he jerked the cardboard top. Corrie threw her head back and laughed as she obviously felt the vinyl packets land on her body and around them.
She grabbed one that had alighted on her breast and held it up. “Looking for one of these?”
Quint leaned down and kissed Corrie hard and fast before taking the condom from her grasp. “Yeah, thanks.”
He ripped open the foil, ignoring the other condoms now strewn over his bed, and leaned up on his knees to roll it down his eager cock. Quint inhaled as Corrie’s hands knocked his away and finished the job.
Breathing through his arousal, he clenched his teeth and asked, “How’d you get so good at that?”
“Not how you might think,” Corrie quipped as she pinched the tip of the condom and ever so slowly slid it down his cock.
“I didn’t mean…sweet Jesus, woman…I meant…”
Quint’s voice trailed off and Corrie answered what he was so badly trying to ask. “Hey, I might not be able to see, but I practiced right along with the rest of my health class in high school when it came to putting one of these babies on a banana.”
