Intimate Persuasions

by Nicole Morgan

  Quinn listened to everything that she said. “So, basically I have gotten everything wrong for the past twenty four hours. Right?”

  She smiled at him. “Yes. That is right. Because I love you, not Derek, and I am definitely not pregnant.”

  “Oh God. I’m sorry, honey.” He laughed. “I wasn’t upset though, I was happy. I would love to have children with you.” He realized what he said and the look in her eyes spoke volumes of uncertainty.

  “What are you saying, Quinn?”

  “I was thinking that you’d do a big asshole an even bigger favor and make him the happiest son of a bitch in the world and marry him.” He was going for humor, but could tell that she didn’t see it.

  “Smooth, real romantic.” She was laughing at him. “You should write romantic greeting cards. You’d make a killing.” That made her laugh even harder. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you. I stayed at this little motel about five miles off of route 9 and met the sweetest couple who owned it.”

  He waited for the funny part. “And?”

  “His name was Norman Bates, seriously, it was Norman Bates and he ran a little Motel, just off of the highway.”

  Quinn looked at her and chuckled. “Should I be worried?”

  “No, I was smart. I ate spaghetti with them, you know make friends with the homicidal killers, so they won’t want to add you to their victim list. But then I took a bath instead of a shower. Probably messed with their whole routine.”

  They were both laughing now as the phone rang. Quinn reached for it and saw that it was Derek. He flipped it open and didn’t even get a chance to say hello because Derek shouted into his ear.

  “Ann’s not pregnant,” Derek confessed.

  “I know. She was more than a little surprised to hear the news. Especially seeing as how the test wasn’t hers.” Quinn traced his finger along Ann’s cheek while he listened to his brother.

  “I found that out when I got into work. There was a note from Claire, requesting maternity leave for later this year. Dude, I’m sorry. I guess when I screw with your life, I do it right good.”

  Quinn laughed. “That you do.”

  “So, I guess since you’re laughing that means everything is going good.”

  Quinn smiled at her again, unable to hide his giddiness. “Yes, the woman should be sainted. She has graciously decided to let me grovel at her feet and beg her forgiveness for the rest of my life.”

  Ann tried to reach for the phone. “That’s not true.” She shouted for Derek to hear. “I love him, and you know it. That’s the only thing that saved him.”

  “Gotta go now, bye.” Quinn hung up the phone and kissed her with all of the pent of desire he had felt since he found out that she really did love him, and not his brother.

  He laid her back on the couch, he wanted her so bad. He needed to feel her underneath him, writhing against him. “I need you, honey.” He reached his hand down to cup her heat through her jeans. “I almost died when I thought I lost you, my heart stopped beating.”

  She wanted him just as much. She needed to feel his body stroking in and out of hers as they loved one another. “Take me, Quinn. Make me yours in every way that matters.”

  “You are mine, honey. Oh Annie, and I’m yours. I love you so much.” He was on fire for her. His blood was pulsing and pounding straight to his cock. He was so hard he was sure he would die if he wasn’t inside of her soon.

  Quinn got up from the couch and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her some more and then stopped abruptly. Slowly he dropped to his knees. “Annie, will you please marry me. It doesn’t have to be right away. Whenever you want, just say yes. I love you so much and I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

  She wouldn’t cry, she told herself. “Yes,” she whispered, “I’ll marry you.”

  Quinn jumped to his feet and swung her around. “We’re going to be so happy, honey. I promise.”

  “Quinn, if you love me, I’ll be happy.”

  “Then you should be ecstatic baby.”

  She moaned at his tongue sliding from her ear to her neck. “Quinn, please, I need you.”

  He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Setting her down, he told her, “I am going to make tonight so special for us honey. This is a celebration.” He kissed her some more, lingering as he drank in the sweet taste of her kisses.

  “How?” She moaned as he started to undress her.

  “How what, honey?”

  Her head fell back and her eyes were closed. “How are you going to make tonight special? What are we going to do?”

  In between nibbles on her neck and ear he answered her. “I’m going to slide into your tight pussy and fuck you just like I know you love it. I want to make you feel so good—what? Why are you looking at me like that honey?”

  “What about…I mean I know you have wanted to and I…but we love each other so, wouldn’t it be okay?”

  What was she talking about? “Honey, what do you mean? What do you want? I’ll do anything to make you feel good. You know that.”

  “I’m not sure it will, feel good I mean, but I’ve been thinking about it and I want to try it.”

  It? What was she—oh, it? Oh Jesus. “Baby, are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

  Ann was nervous. But she had gone this far, she might as well show him what she had bought two days ago and hidden in the closet. She walked away from him and headed towards the bedroom.

  Quinn followed her. He stopped in the doorway when he saw her reach for a bag that was buried on the top shelf. Finally, she retrieved it and set it on the bed. She looked over at him, and he saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

  “I drove to Clermont a couple of days ago. The girl at the shop helped me pick out the items she thought we would like based on what I told…well she said these might be good.”

  Quinn walked over to the bed and glanced at the name of the store emblazoned on the black bag. Trina’s Treats was apparently a sex toy shop, because Quinn opened the bag and started to take out the contents. In all there were five things. There were three bottles of lubricant, all claiming to have both a warming and a tingling effect and they were also flavored, stating that they were safe for human consumption. Next, he looked at the small finger tip vibrator that looked like he could make very good use of. But none of them looked as erotic as the fifth item. It was a butt plug.

  Just the sight of it had his cock hardening more, to the point of being painful. Did she really want this? His greatest fantasy and she was going to give it to him? “Are you sure, honey?”

  She nodded at him as she unconsciously licked her lips. “I’ve been curious for a while now. I never thought I could do it, but with you I could. With you I want to. I want to feel all of you, everywhere. I want, and I need to know that there’s no part of my body that you haven’t made love to.”

  Quinn needed to be sure; he also needed her to be. “Annie, are you absolutely positive that this is what you want? Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Forget about being shy. Just tell me what you were thinking when you bought these things.”

  She looked at him, nervous as all hell, and bit on her bottom lip. “I bought them because I want to feel you inside of me there. I want you to fill me there, with all of you.” Her words alone were turning her on, not to mention the idea of what they were talking about. “I want you to make love to me in my ass.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Come here.” Quinn grabbed her and kissed her. How could he be so lucky? He had done almost everything wrong, except one thing. He loves her. But the idea that she was going to give him his ultimate fantasy, and that she wanted it too, was turning him on in ways that he hadn’t experienced before.

  His kisses were wreaking havoc on what little self control she had left. It didn’t matter that she was nervous about taking him. Nor did it matter that she couldn’t control her body’s reaction to the idea of it. She apparently wanted it, she just nev
er knew. Quinn would not hurt her. He vowed this as he watched her and saw her apprehension.

  Quinn was going crazy, he had to have her, but he didn’t want to rush things. Doing what she wanted, hell what he wanted too, was going to take some tender loving care. It wasn’t something he could just rush into, especially with his size. He was considering how he could coax her into being ready for him when she interrupted his thoughts.

  “Quinn,” she said breathlessly, “can we try…I mean it might hurt a little so…”

  “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. Tell me what you want.” He used a gentle tone to reassure her.

  She dropped her head backwards as he began devouring her neck with his lips and tongue. “That pink thing I bought, I thought we could try that first.”

  He tried not to laugh at how sweet and innocent she could seem one minute, and how voracious she could seem the next. “Honey, do you know what it’s called, that pink thing. Do you know exactly what it’s used for?”

  She wrapped her arms around his head as he continued his assault on her body. She could feel her skin sizzling with every warm swipe of his tongue. She was certain that at any moment she would burst into flames from the heat that he was causing inside of her. “Yeah, I know exactly what it’s for. But the name sounds so silly.”

  Quinn stopped kissing her neck. He framed her face and brought their foreheads to rest against one another. “But it’s not silly, baby. It’s called a butt plug, and its main purpose is to give you pleasure. That’s what I want. I want to make you feel so good.”

  She was startled when Quinn swung her around. He molded her body against his and ground his hips against the body part in question. She moaned. She still couldn’t believe how much she wanted him there, deeply inside of her, loving her in the most intimate way. She reached up around her head and grabbed onto the back of his neck as she rubbed her bottom against his hardness. “Quinn,” she whispered his name, in part plea, part invitation.

  Quinn understood her request. He reached around and grabbed the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head and flinging it across the room. He then pushed her away just slightly, so he could reach the clasp to her bra. He unsnapped it and slid the straps down her shoulders and arms. He heard her gasp as he molded his hands to her breasts. He tried not to laugh when he heard her whimper as he brushed his thumbs across her already hard and rigid nipples. He loved how she filled his hands. They were so beautiful and round. The way her areolas would darken when ever her nipples hardened drove him crazy. He wanted to take one in his mouth right now. But there was no way he could tear his cock away from the soft feel of her ass.

  Ann was going crazy with this need for him. The idea that he was going to fill her in such a tiny place was making her beyond wet. She could feel her panties were already soaking with her desire. She needed to get undressed and be close to him. She needed to feel his hard muscled body pressed firmly against her softer one. “Quinn, I need you, please.”

  “Okay, baby. Turn around.” He waited for her to face him; his attention was to kiss her. But instead he found himself staring at her. Basking in all of her beauty. “I love you, Annie.”

  She wanted to smile, but could only barely lift the ends of her mouth. She was overcome with such an intense feeling of peace and of coming home. This was right. Whatever they did, wherever they were, things would be all right as long as they were together. “I love you, Quinn. Show me how it can be, love me completely, in every way.”

  His heart tightened unbearably from her words. As turned on as he was, he had never felt this level of contentment. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that his very soul ached to be closer to her, to make her become his in every single way. He reached down, and without saying anything he began to unsnap her jeans.

  Ann fought her swelling emotions from making her eyes close and lose herself in the ecstasy of his touch. But she needed to see him, to look into his eyes.

  Quinn removed her jeans and panties. He dropped to his knees as he placed gentle kisses on her stomach. He held her tightly as he laved his tongue all the way from her belly, down to her dark curls. He had to close his eyes as another fantasy, one he had never shared with her, entered his mind. He wondered what she would look like shaved. Unconsciously, he groaned as he kissed her there, wishing he was kissing bare skin.

  “Quinn?”

  He stopped and looked up at her. “Yeah, honey.”

  “Have you ever…I…well when I went to that store, the girl there told me something. She must have been able to tell that I’m not very knowledgeable on these things.” She hesitated, wishing she was more comfortable with her desires.

  Quinn rose to his feet and framed her face, holding her close to him. “Tell me, honey. What did she tell you, what do you want to try?”

  Ann bit her bottom lip. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like if I…looked different down there?” The shocked look in his face did nothing to help soothe her nerves. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m so—”

  Quinn kissed her. An animal had broken free inside of him. At the very moment that he was fantasizing about having her bare she had been thinking the exact same thing. And she was so cute when she was nervous, but now he could think of nothing more than lying her down and shaving all of those curly hairs off of her. It would free them from the last barrier separating them.

  Pulling back breathlessly, Quinn asked her, “Will you let me do it?”

  She was surprised by his question. She thought that he had seemed disgusted by her idea, but not only was he not disgusted, he wanted to do it for her. ‘You want to do it? You don’t mind?”

  He had to laugh at her sweetness. “Oh baby. I have fantasized about what it would be like. How your skin would feel so soft under my tongue.” He watched her eyes glitter with desire. “Let me, baby. Let me shave your pussy until it is bare for my touch.”

  “Yes. Quinn, please.” She was lost in him. She needed him to put out the fire that was raging inside of her. “Can we, now?”

  Damn she was so sexy when she was aroused. “Yeah honey, go lay down on the bed. I’ll be right back.” Quinn went into the bathroom and stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans. He opened the medicine cabinet and replaced the blades on the head on his vibrating razor. He then reached into the shower and grabbed her flowery smelling shaving cream that she used on her legs, grabbed a towel and headed back to the bedroom. And there she was. Lying there, so sweet and gorgeous just waiting for him to take her.

  “I need you to spread your legs, baby.” He had to fight off the urge to bury himself inside of her at the sight. “You’ll never know what you do to me. I could never explain what the sight of you does to me.”

  Ann smiled at him. “I know, you do the same thing to me.”

  Quinn set down the towel and razor. He sprayed some of the fluffy cream into his hand and set the can back down. He leaned back on his haunches. “Come closer to the edge honey.”

  Ann did as he told her and waited anxiously. When she first brought up the idea to Quinn, she thought she would have to go in the shower and do it herself. But when he offered to do it for her, she swore she could almost feel an orgasm building inside of her. The girl that she had talked to at the shop had told her that it was an incredible feeling. That being shaved in such a sensitive area was an intense kind of foreplay.

  Quinn put the cream on her dark curls. Rubbing it all around and adding more when he didn’t have enough to cover every tiny strand. Once she was completely covered he reached over and grabbed the razor. He flipped on the vibrating switch and looked her in the eyes. “Spread your legs further apart, honey. Good. Are you ready?”

  She nodded. Even though she was covered with the white cream, she could feel her wetness trickling out of her. She knew from the look in his eyes that he could see her glistening arousal, too.

  Quinn leaned over and gently placed the razor at the bottom and swiped it slowly upward. He was stunned when he heard her whimper. He looked up to see
that she had grabbed onto her nipples and was squeezing and pinching them. She was like a freaking goddess. “Don’t stop doing that, baby.”

  Ann looked down at him. “You either. Don’t stop, Quinn. It felt so—ooh.” She didn’t get to finish as he ran the vibrating razor against her sensitive skin again.

  Quinn continued to slowly and methodically shave every single last hair off of her beautiful pussy. He almost came twice when he watched the wetness pour out of her. She always got wet for him before. But he had never seen such a river flow from her. She was leaving a trail of her wetness down her lips and onto the bed. Quinn just finished with the last tiny curl when he grabbed the towel and wiped her off.

  He stared at her. The sight of her bare pussy was more beautiful than he had imagined. Needing to see more of her he reached his fingers to her lips and spread them open. “Oh babe. Damn.” He leaned his head down and took her with his mouth. He was so hard for her. He wanted to take her so badly. But the feel of her smooth skin under his lips was like a drug. And her taste. God her sweet taste.

  Ann was writhing beneath him. His mouth felt so good. And her skin was so sensitive now. It was as if the tiny hairs had been covering all of her nerve endings, only allowing her to feel some of the pleasure he gave her. But now she felt it all. No matter how good his tongue felt swirling around inside her pussy though, she needed more.

  “Quinn, touch me there. Down there, please…I need to feel…something. I feel so empty.” Her pleas came out breathless and urgent.

  He grabbed onto her hips and brought her closer to the edge of the bed. When she was sitting half on, half off, he brought his hand to her tiny hole. He moaned when he felt that her wetness trickled down to it. Gently and slowly he placed the tip of his forefinger inside. She moaned and surprisingly didn’t pull away. He actually felt her scoot closer to him.

  Tenderly, Quinn eased his finger in and out of her, each time increasing the pressure. He should be granted a medal of honor, he thought to himself. Because it was taking every damn bit of will power he had to keep from taking her right now. She was urgent for him, writhing and grinding herself further against his mouth and finger. He couldn’t wait anymore. As much as he wanted to prolong this for her he had to feel her come. He needed to drink her passion while his finger was still inside her tiny hole. He moved his attention up and away to her clit.