I let my eyes adjust and make my way up to the main entrance, making a deep satisfied sound as I feel her bosom press into my chest and her ass firmly in my hand, her thighs resting on the other.
“Carrying me over the threshold?” she jokes and I feel myself growing serious again.
I will, one day. Soon too, I’ll see to that.
Seeing my expression, Chelle blushes, then gives me a little squeeze, telling me with her body that she’s ready. I know she is. I sure as hell know I am too.
“Oooh! My bag, I don’t wanna forget it twice,” she says, almost apologizing and I turn us around, heading back to the truck. I hold her up easily, opening the truck and fetching her bag as well as my own.
“There,” I say, pecking her cheek. “I carry a spare everything too, sometimes I get called out on overnight or two day jobs without time to even… well. Without time to even scratch myself…”
“You can say it, y’know.” She teases me, but I don’t want to.
“Without time to even shit?” she says for me, and we both laugh a little. It’s worth it to see her smiling again and I press the elevator button after swiping us in, the fresh smell of the place is a little overpowering but once we get upstairs it’s like the penthouse suite of a five star hotel.
I want to carry her straight through to the bedroom, the ache in my jeans is getting painful now, I decided enough is enough long ago and now I want to claim what’s mine, but that view though. I know we should take it in some, there’s plenty of time.
A lifetime.
I move over to the balcony doors, still enjoying carrying her, when she clears her throat.
“Ahem… Jeez? Where are you going, bedroom’s thatta way, isn’t it? By all accounts I owe you one cherry and you owe me one right royal stuffing, mister.”
I feel my heart jump, the thrill of hearing her talk like that, plus the relief it brings, knowing I’ll have her sooner rather than later makes me growl with delight.
I get us to the main bedroom, which is made up, untouched and immaculately clean. I look into her eyes deeply, then toss her down onto the bed as I start to tear my clothes off, then I see the bravado, the bluff disappear from her again.
“Chelle?”
“Lights?” she murmurs, looking up at me furtively, and I get on my knees by the bed, leaning over on my elbows.
“We can turn the lights off, sure,” I tell her. “But…”
“But?” she asks, and I hear her gulping, turning a deeper flush of pink.
“But I want to see you, Chelle, all of you. And I want you to see me too. I want to look at you, touch you… Do I need to spell it out?”
She looks down at the bedspread, twirling her finger around the embroidered pattern.
“It’s like I said before, Quinn. Not everyone has a perfect body, not everyone wants to have themselves on display.”
I understand, I do, but I don’t care about that. I just want what’s mine now. I’ve tasted Chelle and I’ve felt enough, seen enough already to know that this man who knows what he wants has come to cash in his chips.
I feel my eyes narrowing, not in anger or disappointment. I just want to prove my point, literally.
I start to undress, kicking my boots off, then peeling my shirt off and finally getting down to business. I feel the freedom of the weight of my cock released as I lower my jeans, pulling my legs out of them one at a time, taking my time now so Chelle can see everything.
She tries to look away, but I know she’s transfixed, she wants my body as much as I want hers. Now she can see I have nothing to hide.
“Here I am, Chelle… all of me and I’ve got scars and stretch marks, hairs, all sorts going on over here if you’d care to take a look. No, I’m not perfect and neither are you… neither is anyone but I’m damn well gonna wait here until I can have you all to myself!”
I can feel my chest heaving, my thickness bobbing back up to full attention as I look upon Chelle, sitting up on the bed, her own chest expanding and contracting in time with her labored breaths, but then I see the silver of tears in her eyes again and she darts from the bed to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her.
The lock drawing in the latch telling me she wants to be alone.
I punch the air in front of me, furious that I’ve been so forward, angry at myself that I’ve made Chelle feel bad, when I only thought it would have the opposite effect, to see me naked in the full light. Not something I thought would even matter, because when I look at Chelle I see perfection, nothing less.
I look out across the view, which is really just some black on black with a few pinpoints of light, when my heart leaps as I hear the bathroom door opening.
The lights dim, but stays lit as I see her perfect form in the reflection behind me, she’s walking out slowly, cautiously towards me, fully naked.
I can feel myself stiffen to the point of twitching at the thought of her nakedness touching mine. I want to turn around, but I let her come to me.
We can play it her way for now. In time, she’ll grow to love herself, to be as free with herself as I want her to be. As accepting of herself as I know she can be, if she just has the right encouragement. If she just has the right teacher.
“Are you naked?” I ask her in a firm tone, and I watch her eyes flash in the reflected glass in front of me, her head pumping slowly, her thighs pressing together as she moves them, standing on the balls of her feet making a slight sound as her breath catches.
“I’m so wet, Quinn…” she stammers, but I force myself to stay facing the window.
“Show me.” I command her, “Let me feel how wet I make you… how wet you are for me,” and I feel her moving up behind me, our bodies so close I can feel her warmth and it makes my jaw clench as I fight the urge to turn, to take her right now.
To claim her in one swift movement.
But this, this suspense and thrill of having her so close, so wet right behind me. Me telling her what to do, I can tell she’s getting off on it as much as I am, maybe more.
I feel her cool fingers wrap around the heat of my left hand, gently pulling it back towards herself and instantly placing it right on her streaming wet hole, which I fill with two fingers up to my first knuckle, making her gasp a sharp breath in.
I can feel the room shifting as I get light headed. I’ve never been so close to coming in my life, my whole body feels like the blood has drained right to my cock, aching for her, willing her to touch it next. Aching to be inside her.
“Am I wet enough?” she shudders, “Wet enough for you to take me now?”
I growl, moving my head in a slow nod, making sure to keep my eyes on hers in the reflection of the window as I bring my fingers up to my mouth, sniffing her first before tracing her sweetness across my lips, then tasting her with my tongue, nodding with another low growl of approval.
“Quinn,” she whimpers, and I can see her whole body shaking behind me, struggling to stay upright.
She lets out another gasping moan and I turn to catch her as her legs buckle, her naked breasts pushing into my body and making me groan with pleasure at the touch of her full nudity against mine.
Our skin on skin, finally.
She’s so close to coming, I can feel it, and I’m not too far behind either, but I don’t want this to be a one stroke wonder. I want to please my woman all night.
And I intend to do just that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chelle
I’ve never known anything like this. My whole body feels like it’s about to explode if he touches me, and when his fingers go up inside me I can’t control anything anymore.
But I want him to know I’m ready, I ask him if I’m ready and he agrees.
His huge body takes all of mine in one movement, lifting me up and onto the bed, gently placing me down, my legs automatically widening for Quinn.
I can’t speak, only make these sounds and pull him towards me. My hands behind his thick, strong neck which pulses with his pou
nding heartbeat, fueling the hardness I crave inside me.
“You’ll be mine forever, Chelle, understand?” he asks me, and I nod firmly, whining now. Little sounds that try to tell him I can’t take much more of this if he doesn’t do something. If he doesn’t take me right now.
With both his huge arms like trunks on either side of my body, I feel his hot smoothness at my opening and I take both hands, lightly sliding his wetness over my own as he gently starts to guide his thick rod into me, making me gasp at first, then purr as I feel his heat joining mine.
Slowly he presses into me, his own groans of pleasure and twitching body tell me he’s trying to hold off his own climax until he’s pleasured me fully, until he’s claimed me properly.
My hands move over his hard body, each ridge of his muscles, the roundness of his own solid curves as they press into my own. My thighs blend with his and as he pushes full into me with a single thrust I grab hold of his steel buns, pulling him all the way onto me and making me shudder instantly.
I’m gushing already, unable to stop the force he’s unleashed and I see his own eyes widen, staring into mine with a smile of satisfaction. Finally delivering the feeling he’s been aching to share with me since we met.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, feeling my whole body tensing again, unable to control the shudder as it passes through me, the current from Quinn up inside me has ignited a chain reaction, starting in a new center of pleasure, radiating out from deep inside me across my whole body and into his.
I feel Quinn’s weight on me, which grounds me, bringing me back into my body. His hips are like swivels in my hands as one of his huge hands grips my hip, pulling me further to him with each stroke.
“Is this how you like it?” he asks me, grinning with delight, and I can tell it’s exactly how he likes it, my body melting into his as he pounds me with a new intensity as it registers that I like it hard as well as soft.
“Uh huh,” I shudder another gasp, writhing under him, feeling his thickness increase to a new level as I feel another climax rising already.
Turning his attention to my chest as it eaves up and down between us, Quinn takes a whole pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily and then biting down on it, making me scream with pleasure.
He knows the exact amount of firmness I need, along with the amount of tenderness, but his bite is something I respond to instantly, sending me racing towards another ascent on the climax train.
His growls and grunts, his fast movements along with his rippling muscular body are a sensation that I know I’ll never match and tell me, I’ll always be his.
“I want this… forever…” I cry, feeling my nails claws into his back, drawing a wild sound from him as he thrusts deeper still, his cock pulsing inside me as he gasps, then swears my name, squeezing me so tight and grinding a single nipple with his thumb and forefinger as I feel my own release in time with his.
Looking into each other’s eyes, we both know we’ve found it. That thing, that feeling and place we’ve been searching for our whole lives. We’ve stopped being Quinn and Chelle, we’re something else. Something new and fantastic.
Something magical.
With no thoughts other than the feeling between us, we both float, suspended on this cloud as we share the most intense and special feeling. The only moment I want to last forever isn’t even a wish or a desire. I’ve found the truth of my existence and it can only be so when it’s joined with another, with Quinn.
I feel tears coming, as well as laughter, but there’s a stronger rush bubbling up inside me. A real sense of excited calm as I realize I’ve found the one and he’s found me. We’re not lost anymore.
I’m home and so is Quinn.
He’s holding himself up over me again, his arms flexing under his own weight, but I know he wants to stay inside me and I want that too.
“You’re not going anywhere mister,” I manage, clenching him tighter with my internal muscles.
“And neither are you,” he whispers gently, kissing me deeply, and I taste the first time we share a kiss as ourselves. Us.
A couple. Forever.
I feel him pulse inside me some more, making me squirm with delight as I feel his warmth inside me, his power and strength outside while his seed is where it should be.
I suddenly realize just how much I want Quinn every second of every day, and not just the man, but our family. The one I know we’ll both create.
Hopefully, starting right now.
“A little soon for baby names, isn’t it?” he asks, grinning as he reads my mind, making me smile knowingly.
“I love you, Quinn. Is it too soon for that?” I ask, knowing it isn’t.
“It’s never too soon for that,” he says and kisses me again as I feel his thickness moving inside me again, readying me for more of the same as he gets hard for me again.
“See what you do to me?” he murmurs, and I moan aloud, sighing at just how perfect everything’s been, how perfect Quinn is and how much I want tonight to never end.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Q uinn
I’ve never slept so peacefully. Not waking up once and pretty sure I was smiling the whole time too. My arm’s under Chelle, having played big spoon all night but I don’t mind. I could have her anywhere on me forever and love every second of it.
I reluctantly slide out from under her, nature calling me to do something else but I know where I’d rather stay all day if I could.
The view is a view now, and I take it in after I watch her turn in her sleep, the slight smile still on her lips telling me I did good.
I got what I wanted and I intend to keep her that way, happy and satisfied for the rest of our days, starting today.
I pull the door closed a little, deciding to see if I can find us both some breakfast while she sleeps in. It’s not early, far from it and I have a swell of missed calls and texts already waiting for me, making me groan but it’s no surprise really.
I got my prize, Chelle. I can let someone else take care of all this today… I wonder if Brad’s up.
I deliberately ignore the messages from Randy.
I’ll deal with him when needs must, but not this morning.
There’s coffee to make but the rest of the kitchen is pretty bare of supplies. The owner’s away for three months, so just a few things but still enough to make a start to the day.
Long life milk, cereal and coffee. Hardly the Ritz Carlton, but if I can share it with Chelle, it’s the tastiest thing around, except for her that is.
My cell phone pulses again, it’s Brad. I have to get him at some point, and there’s no time like the present.
“Brad.” I clip, surprising myself at how serious I sound. I feel great.
“Mr. Quinn,” Brad still calls me Mr. no matter how many times I tell him not to, it’s part of his upbringing I think.
“…Sorry to bug you, just wanted to check in. We’ve had a lot of inquiries so far today… biggest one being”
“Randy Baker,” I say, stopping him short and breathing loudly, looking up at the ceiling.
“I’ll deal with him, what else?” I ask, and there’s plenty else. Seems like the one day Quincy Quinn wants off, the whole world wants a piece of him.
“Brad, how’d things go last night.”
“All great sir.”
“How’d you feel about picking up this next lot of inquiries, all on your own? It’s time you held the ropes for a time, Brad. Lord knows you’ve learned them long enough.”
“Yes Sir!” Brad says excitedly and I grin to myself.
I should’ve let the boy take the reins long ago, but I had nothing else to occupy my time.
Until now.
“I’ll text you the address, you can come pick up some stuff I have in the truck, you’ll need it for those quotes… alright, see you in about an hour.”
With Brad all sorted, I finish making Chelle and I breakfast. I push the thought of her dad, Randy away again. It hurts me to do it, but I have to
, just for now.
He’s my best friend, but it’s also why I’m putting him off. I know exactly how he’s gonna react and I just want a little more time with Chelle before watching the Randy volcano go off.
I nearly bump into Chelle as she comes out of the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, she’s heading straight back to bed which is perfect. It’s where she belongs, for a while at least.
“I made us something to eat, all I could salvage from an empty kitchen,” I tell her, setting the tray down and making a beeline for her body which she’s trying to cover with the covers.
Slipping my hands under them, I grab hold of her, pulling her closer to me as I lean over her to kiss her.
“Still shy, huh?” I ask her, noticing her blush but knowing not to press the point, she’ll come around eventually. I know she will.
Just as well though, I know one thing for sure. I don’t want anyone else seeing her anywhere near naked.
Not for any other reason that what she’s got belongs to me now, and I don't feel like sharing Chelle, not with anyone, even just looking.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask her, noticing how quiet she is.
“Did my dad call you?” she asks and I feel the same awful knot coming back into my stomach. It makes me tense up and clench my jaw. I love Randy, but not when he’s being the protective father to the one I just claimed for my own.
I guess he’s only trying to protect her, time to hand over the reins though Randy… my turn now…
“Yeah. I got some missed calls, texts… I had a lot of calls and texts. Today’s busy.” I tell her, not meaning to sound so gruff, but she takes it that way and draws the covers up, looking awkwardly at the door.
“I thought we could spend today together though,” I add, trying to set her mind at ease, “Brad’s gonna swing by and take my case load off my hands… just some quotes and stuff.”
She strains a smile, “I’d like that.”
“But?” I ask, sensing there’s something else.
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