Southern Heat by Natasha Madison
Chapter 29
Quinn
I can’t help the growl that comes out of me right before my tongue slides into her folds. This. This right here is what dreams were made of. I close my eyes as I slip my tongue into her.
Then I open them when I feel her hands in my hair. “Quinn.” My eyes look up at her as she writhes under my touch. I lick up to her clit and move my tongue side to side, and she arches her back off the bed. If I wasn’t holding her down, I think she would have jumped off the bed. “Oh my God,” she says, and my tongue plays with her clit. I lick down and then up, wetting her even more, when I slide a finger in her. “Yes,” she pants out, and when I suck her clit in and move my finger a couple of times, I feel her getting wetter and wetter. “I …” She moves her head from side to side. “Oh.” Her hips move on their own as she chases her orgasm. My finger moves faster and faster, and then she screams out my name right before she comes on my finger.
Watching her come has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Watching her watch my every single move, my eyes on her while I made her come. It was the most intimate thing I’ve ever done. I kiss the side of her leg while she lies there. “Are you okay?” I ask, and she shakes her head. I’m so scared I hurt her. My heart stops in my chest.
“I don’t know what this feels like,” she says. “But it’s better than okay.”
I laugh, getting up and taking off my shirt. Her eyes are on my body as I kick off my boots and walk to the side table, taking the condoms out. I feel a knot in my stomach when she watches me, and I want her to know that no one has ever been in this bed but her.
I’m about to tell her when she sits up, and I stop moving. I see her hand come up. “Can I touch you?” Her hand goes to the middle of my chest as she places her palm flat over my heart. She gets on her knees and kisses the center of my chest as she trails her tongue down my stomach. “You’re sexy,” she says, smirking.
“Is that so?” I say, and her hand goes to the button of my jeans.
“Willow,” I call her name, and she looks at me, dropping her hand. “I don’t know how much I can take,” I say, and she tilts her head. “I’ve been walking around with a hard-on for a solid week and a half.”
She shakes her head, and her hand comes back to the zipper, pulling it down. My cock is trying to escape my boxers, and her hands pull the jeans down over my hips. I watch her slip my boxers down and then look at my cock ready for her. She leans forward and takes the tip in her mouth. My eyes close as my head goes back. “Willow,” I grumble when she grabs my shaft in her fist. Looking at her, I see her try to swallow my cock, stopping midway, and then coming up again. She twirls her tongue around the head of my cock and then sucks in deeper, and I have to stop it, or I’m going to come in her mouth, and the first time I come, I’m going to be inside her.
She watches me, her cheeks turning pink. “Lie back,” I say, taking off my jeans and boxers. “And open your legs for me.” She does as I say, and I roll the condom down my cock. “This might hurt,” I say, putting my knee into the bed. I take off her panties and see her glistening in the light. A small landing strip is right above. “I’ll go slow,” I say, and she just nods.
My hands almost shake from nerves as I lean in and rub my cock between her lips. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I say, slipping in just a bit. The heat of her pussy is all over my cock as I slide in as slow as I can. Her eyes are looking down the whole time as her pussy takes my cock. In no time, my cock is balls deep in her, and I want nothing more than to move out and slam into her. “You okay?”
“Yeah,”she pants out, her hips moving side to side.
I put my hands beside her arms, and she tilts her hips back as I pull my cock out of her pussy and slide in again. This time, it slides in easier. My eyes are on her as I slide back out and then in again. “You are so tight,” I say between clenched teeth. My cock feels like it’s in a vise. I move a touch quicker now, her hips moving with mine. Her juices run down my balls as I fuck her.
The sound of our pants fills the room. “It’s happening,” she says. “Oh, God, right there,” she says as she locks her legs around my hips. “Don’t stop,” she says, and I want to tell her that I wouldn’t be able to stop for all the money in the world. “Quinn,” she cries out my name, and I stop moving my cock because at the same time, I come with her.
I wait until her eyes open before I turn her onto her side, carrying her with me. My cock still in her, I push the hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”
She nods her head. “I’m more than okay.” She tilts her head back, and I kiss her.
I slide out of her, and I already miss her. “I’ll be right back,” I say, walking to the bathroom, and when I look over, she’s following me.
I walk into the bathroom, and she stops at the doorway. “Oh my God,” she says, looking at my bathroom. This is the only room I really had a say in. I wanted a huge walk-in shower, with a rainfall shower, jets all along the wall. Right next to a big bathtub for two. “Is that a bathtub or a pool?” She comes in, and I see the twinkle in her eye as I walk over to it and turn on the water.
“Want to take a bath with me?” I ask her, and she smiles, shaking her head. She unclips her bra and steps in, and she has the sexiest body, yet she has no idea.
I take off the condom and then walk to the door. “Where are you going?”
“To get more condoms,” I say. “You naked in a bubble bath.” My cock springs to action as she laughs.
“Hurry back,” she says as I walk out of the room, and then she yells, “Or do you want me to start without you?”
Fuck, I love her, I think, and I stop moving. I love her. I look at the bed I just took her on. I take a step, looking down at her clothes mixed with mine. I love her. I sit on the bed as the realization hits me like a race car coming full force toward the checkered flag. I fell in love with her, and I had no idea. I mean, I know I liked her. I knew that I wanted to make sure she was okay, but love. The love part came when I wasn’t expecting it to. “Quinn,” she calls my name, and I look over to the bathroom. “Are you okay?” I open the drawer and take the condoms out, swallowing down the fear that she will wake up one day and leave. “Did you change your mind?”
I get up and walk over to the bathroom, finding her with her hair tied to the top of her head as she sits in the middle of the tub with the bubbles coming higher and higher. “Get in here,” she says, and I slip into the tub with her, and I make love to her.
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The sound of the alarm makes me stir as I lean backward and shut it off. “What time is it?” I hear from beside me and bring her into my arms.
“Four thirty,” I say, kissing her naked shoulder.
“Why so early?” she asks, and I laugh.
“We’ve been late to the barn for the last two weeks,” I say. “So I figured if we woke up early, we could take our time instead of rushing.”
She turns in my arms. “I like that idea a lot.” She slips her arms around my neck.
The past two weeks have been a dream come true. The day after we walked out of my bedroom with Willow wearing one of my shirts is the day Amelia decided she needed to go home. So it was just the two of us, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We would hold hands walking into the barn, and that is where it stopped. Until we came home, then all bets were off. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and luckily for me, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. We’ve had sex on every single surface that we could. Her body lighting up for me, and she was good at taking what she wanted. There were times I woke up to her mouth around my cock, and then she would slide down my cock.
“How do you want it?” I ask. I always ask her.
“I want to ride you,” she says, and I turn to grab a condom, and she grabs it from me. “I need you now,” she says, and out of all the layers of Willow, this has to be my second favorite. She tears the wrapper with her teeth and then rolls it down my cock, and I have enough time to hold my cock up before she slides down it. She leans forward, grabbing on to the headboard, and I take the opportunity to bite her nipple, and just like I know her, she rides my cock harder.
“I was dreaming,” she says, using her legs to move up and down, one hand letting go of the headboard as she leans backward. “Of this when the alarm rang,” she says, and I use one hand on her hip and another one to play with her clit. With her nipple in my mouth and my finger on her clit, it is no time before she comes all over my cock. I wait for her to stop before I take over.
I take her from behind as she screams out my name over and over again. Then I carry her to the shower where I wake her up with my mouth, and she returns the favor by taking my cock into her mouth. I leave her in the shower as she finally washes her hair. I look over at her, seeing that her body has filled out even more, and I fucking love every inch of her. I also have tasted every single inch just like I promised her I would.
“I forgot my panties,” she says. “Can you go and get me a pair?”
I shake my head. “This wouldn’t happen if you would move your stuff into the bedroom.” I slip on my boxers and jeans, watching her.
I slip my shirt on. “This wouldn’t be an issue if you didn’t rip off the panties at night.” She puts her hands on her hips, and my cock gets hard again. “If you hurry,” she tells me, “we can take care of that.” She points at my cock, and I walk out of the room, going to her bedroom. I walk into the room that she hasn’t used in two weeks. I walk over to the side table where I know she keeps her panties, and I open the drawer taking a handful. I close the drawer, turning when my foot hits something that is under the bed.
I bend down, lifting up the bed skirt, and see the black bag. Her black bag, my heart speeds up, and my head tells me to leave it alone. But my hand moves before I have a chance to stop it. “Please let it be empty,” I tell myself, and when I pull it out, it’s fully packed. More packed than when we got home. The panties fall out of my hand.
The bag shakes in my hand, and everything happens at once. “What is taking you so …” I hear her voice, and then she stops dead in her tracks when she sees me holding the bag in my hand. I look up, seeing her wrapped in a white plush towel.
“What is this?” I ask, and she takes a step forward. “It’s full.”
I suddenly feel like I’m going to be sick. I shake my head. I know I should take a step back. I know that I should give her the benefit of the doubt. I know all of that, but what I also know is that my heart is broken. It’s breaking, and I know deep down inside she was always going to break it. “You will never be at ease, will you?”
“Quinn,” she says my name as tears run down her face, and I look at her, this woman who I love with every single part of my being. “It’s not—”
“It’s not what, Willow?” My own tears fall. “It’s not what I think? Because it’s pretty much your bag packed, ready for you to leave.” The realization hits me like a freight train going a hundred and fifty miles per hour.
“I want to,” she says, and I put the bag on the bed. “I just didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know what, Willow? If you wanted to stay,” I finish for her, “you would have unpacked the bag.” I look at her, my heart shattered in my chest, and I am having trouble breathing. “I can’t do this.” I walk away from her toward the door and look back at her. Her body is shaking with tears. “I can’t be that person who forces you to stay. I will never force you to do something you don’t want to do.” I look down. “Even if it kills me.”
I walk out of the bedroom and straight to the door. My feet get heavier and heavier by the time I reach my truck. “I love you,” I say, taking one look back at the window that I know she’s in. “But it’s not good enough.”
