Kaitlyn shifted suddenly in her sleep and let out a tiny snore.
Quint’s eyebrows lifted in surprise; he chuckled, finding the little show of imperfection endeared her to him even more.
Kaitlyn was stirring awake as she felt the vehicle turn a corner and come to a stop. Sitting up, she stretched a bit in her seat as she looked over at Quint as he parked in front of the complex.
“You let me?” she asked, massaging her neck before she tried to fluff life back into her flattened hair.
“Sleep and snore,” he told her, leaving the car running and the heat on to beat off the chill in the October night air.
Kaitlyn looked affronted. “I do not snore,” she insisted.
Quint chuckled. “Okay, you make little noises in your sleep every so often.”
She reached across the short distance to pinch him.
“Ha-ha.”
Quint settled back against the door and looked over at her in the semidarkness.
“Good date?” he asked.
Kaitlyn nodded. “Great date. Maybe even the best date ever,” she admitted, surprised by her honesty. Quint made her want to sweep away all the games and stand in truth about her feelings.
“Same here,” he agreed.
Kaitlyn thought she would literally swoon.
“And the best is yet to come,” Quint added.
Kaitlyn side-eyed him. “Tonight?” she asked.
Quint held up his hands. “Not sex—I mean, not that I wouldn’t like to finish the foreplay we’ve been having all these weeks—but I meant even more dates. Even better dates.”
Kaitlyn felt her heart race as she nodded in agreement.
“You ready to go in?” Quint asked.
Her eyes shifted up to her door and then down to his. Going in meant leaving him behind and she wasn’t prepared for that.
“I’m not ready to say good night,” Kaitlyn admitted softly as she looked over at Quint.
“What are you ready for, Kaitlyn?” he asked. His tone was serious and his eyes questioning as they moved about her face.
“You.”
Quint shut the engine off and left it to come around the truck to open the passenger door. He said nothing as he held his hand out to her.
Kaitlyn pushed aside her nerves and stoked her confidence as she took his hand and let him help her from the vehicle. Together they climbed the stairs to her apartment, and she closed her front door securely behind them.
CHAPTER 13
Quint pulled Kaitlyn into his arms as soon as the door closed behind them. The feel of his hands against the curve just above her buttocks made her shiver as she raised her hands to press against his shoulders before slipping her hands beneath his collar to slide the blazer from his body.
They brought their heads together, but they came just short of their mouths being less than an inch apart. They both stared at one another for long, electric-filled seconds before they shared one brief kiss, and then another, and then another. And another.
Quint moaned in the back of his throat before he slid his hands up to her back and jerked her forward to deepen their kiss with his tongue. He enjoyed the taste of hers as he first circled it with his tongue; then he suckled hers gently into his mouth in an insidious back-and-forth motion, which made the strength leave Kaitlyn’s knees. He held her more tightly against his body, not wanting the taste and feel to leave him.
Kaitlyn began to undo the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands. She fought the urge to tear the silk from his body. She just wanted it gone so that his body could become her playland. With rushed movements she pushed the shirt down the length of his muscled arms and back, until it fell completely away and landed on top of his blazer in a puddle around his feet.
She broke her lips free from the kiss as she pressed her moist lips to the deep ridge between his pecs. The moan she released was like she had just drunk water to quench a thirst. She dipped her knees to drag the clever tip of her tongue inside the length of that groove before she kissed a trail to one hard and tight brown nipple, which she licked hotly before blowing a cool breeze on it through pursed lips.
Quint hissed in pleasure.
Kaitlyn sucked the damp nipple into her mouth as she smoothed her hands over his rigid abdomen before undoing his belt. Then his button. Then the zipper. She jerked the pants and boxers down his narrow hips to just below his hard buttocks and then took his hard and curving dick into her hand to stroke.
“Oh shit,” Quint cried out at the first feel of her smooth hand against him.
Kaitlyn smiled and stepped back a bit; it was still hard and pulsing in her hand.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.
He nodded and began to move his hips against the motion of her hand as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the door.
Kaitlyn moaned and licked her lips as she looked down at his dick; she felt the heat and strength of it. His skin was smooth and dark—darker than the complexion of his abdomen and thighs. But the tip was a shiny milk chocolate, made all the more glistening by the occasional drizzle of his fluids. The hairs surrounding the wide shaft were black and tightly coiled.
“You gone make it nut,” Quint said roughly, reaching to hold her hands and stop the back-and-forth motion.
She looked up at him. “You don’t want to nut for me?” she asked.
Quint looked down at her, locking his eyes on hers with intensity. “Not until I’m in you,” he told her thickly as his chest heaved.
Kaitlyn’s clit jumped at that.
She stepped back and released his dick, and began undoing her clothes.
“Jack it,” she ordered in a heated whisper as her eyes took in the sight of his muscled body pressed against the door. His thick thighs strained against the ridge of his pants as he bent his arm to squeeze and tease the top length of his dick.
She smiled a little and licked her lips as her lids hooded her eyes as she flung her shirt away and attacked the bothersome side buttons of her high-waist pants. He patted his dick solidly against the palm of his hand, and Kaitlyn laughed a little at the move as she released a shaky breath. She shook her head at him, enjoying that he had no more inhibitions than she did as he eyed her.
Quint missed not one detail of her body. Not the way the strapless lace bra cupped the tips of her breasts and barely constrained her nipples. Not the way her bikini rode low on her hips. And his dick jolted in his hand when he saw that the soft mound of her pussy was completely hairless against the black lace. It made the desire to taste her rise in him like a hunger.
He released his dick and kicked his legs free of his pants and boxers to stride across the room. He used one arm around her waist to turn her body around and pull her back against him. The full cheeks of her bottom perfectly cupped his dick and held it upright as she circled her hips. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she let loose a heated sigh.
Quint pressed kisses along the length of her neck and brought his hands up to jerk her bra down and free her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, as he gently rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Kaitlyn bit her bottom lip and heaved a sigh. “Yes, Quinton. Yesss.” She was moaning, bringing her hands up to circle his neck as she felt light-headed from his touches.
Quint suckled the base of her neck and eased one hand down her stomach to palm and squeeze her whole pussy through the thin lace. His dick hardened at the feel of her clit throbbing against his thumb.
“Can I eat that pussy? Huh? You want me to eat that pussy?” he asked. His voice was deep in his throat as he grabbed the rim of her panties and worked them over her hips.
As soon as she nodded and let him know that she wanted him to taste her, Quint turned Kaitlyn around, grabbed her waist, and literally turned her upside down in one fluid move. Her breasts pressed against his stomach and she felt his cool breath against her pussy as her stilettos flailed in the air. She shrieked and wrapped h
er arms around his body. This was a first for Kaitlyn.
Quint never lost his cool; he was in total control. For him Kaitlyn’s body weight was nothing.
“Hold on,” he told her. He shifted up his hands to cup her buttocks tightly, hitching up her body and holding her securely.
Kaitlyn barely had a moment to feel alarmed at being turned upside down as she felt the kiss of his lips against her clit before he sucked it deeply. She cried out as her body shivered and heat filled her stomach as her toes tingled. She reached up to grip the back of his arms for extra stability as he evidenced his strength and passion.
Quint suckled, licked, and ate her with a slow thoroughness. He moaned as he sucked her clit so deeply that she knew he enjoyed it just as much as she did. He plunged her core with his tongue and circled the walls leisurely as if he wished it were his dick.
Kaitlyn pressed heated kisses against his stomach as she freed one hand to reach and pull downward on his erection with a slow, unmethodical twisting motion that made him stumble backward a bit as his knees gave out. She was surprised that she wished she could take him into her mouth to suck, but she couldn’t be that daring—that bold—yet. Not yet.
Quint took one last suck of her clit and kissed her moist, thick lips before he turned her right side up and let her body unhurriedly ease down the length of his body. And when they were eye to eye and breathing in each other’s exhaled air, and the electricity seemed to crackle like lit wood, they kissed. First small puckers in between small smiles. And then deeply, with heated stares.
Kaitlyn couldn’t care less that she tasted her own juices on his mouth and tongue. It was a testament to his ability to please.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as he flickered the tip of his tongue against hers.
Quinton squatted down with his strong, defined thighs and picked up his pants before walking them down the hall to her bedroom. Kaitlyn wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she kissed him from one shoulder to the other, enjoying the slight tingle of his sweat against her mouth and tongue.
He kicked the bedroom door closed and eased her body down onto her pretty bed before he stood back to admire her body like it was a work of art. Kaitlyn preened under his attention as she sat up to undo her bra and flung it at him.
Quint caught it with the same hand that held his pants. He pressed his nose against the lace as he kept his eyes locked on her. And he was rewarded with Kaitlyn pressing her heels into her bed and playing in the slick folds of her core as she arched her back and thrust her hard nipples upward like twin peaks.
Quint’s mouth watered as he rushed to pull out his wallet and a condom. He grabbed his shaft and worked the tight latex down the length of his hardness as he came to climb onto the bed beside her. He bent down to suck her whole breast into his mouth as his tongue flickered against her nipple.
“You like that?”
Kaitlyn nodded with a little moan in the back of her throat as she raised her hand to wipe her juices on her nipples.
“Suck ’em some more,” she demanded softly.
Quint didn’t hesitate. His hand replaced hers between her thighs as he tasted the juices on her nipples. His eyes watched the rapture on her face as he slid his middle finger deep inside her and circled it around her walls.
Kaitlyn cried out and raised her hips slightly to make tiny circles.
Quint withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. “Come to the edge,” he told her, rising from his knees to stand on the side of the bed as he massaged his hardness.
When she had her buttocks on the edge, he spread her legs wide and tapped the tip of his dick against her clit before massaging it.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, her fingers tightly grasping the covers of her bed.
His dick strained against the edges of the condom at the rush of need he had for her. At first, he wanted to impress with his skill and technique, and he planned to position her body in a pretzel-type fashion that would shock and awe her as he sexed her. But Quint felt a shift deep within him as his eyes traveled from her face down to her fleshy rose, which sprouted open before him the more she spread her thighs as a welcome to her body. The innermost portal to her soul. The ultimate connection.
And he was ready to be with her. In her. Connecting.
But it was more than sex and bravado, more than wanting applause and accolades.
So he lay down on her and pressed his hardness inside her tight, moist, hot core. He gathered her body into his arms and felt a rush of passion and emotion at the feel of her skin pressed against his. His heartbeat pounded in unison with hers.
Their eyes connected as mirrors to their souls. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Their lips pressed. Their limbs entwined. Their hips moved in splendid unison as they made love . . . as they got lost in each other.
Their pace was slow and achingly tender. Emotional. Satisfying.
“No,” he begged, easing his dick out of her a bit. “I don’t want it to end.”
Kaitlyn looked up at him with eyes glazed with every drop of passion he had evoked from her.
“Quinton,” she whispered into his mouth in between dizzying kisses. “Quinton, please.”
And he did sacrifice the delay of his own climax as he kissed her and plunged his dick deep within her. Quint worked his hips as he pressed her down into the softness of the bed with each delicious thrust. He felt the spasms of her walls against him, pulling his own seed from him. He covered her mouth with his own to smother her uninhibited cries of passion and release.
And soon he felt the heat and force of his own release as his dick pulsed against her walls with the force of each spasmodic release of his nut into her. Then it was her mouth that swallowed his hoarse cries as she worked her hips beneath him to drain him of seed, energy, and power.
They stayed locked together, long after their zenith, as they listened to their ragged breathing echoing in the air.
“No regrets?” Quinton asked as he lay with his head pressed against her bosom and listened to the beat of her heart.
Kaitlyn stroked the contours of his back and his head as she answered in complete honesty in a voice barely above a whisper: “No regrets.”
Hours later, Kaitlyn grinned as she lay propped against her pillows, with Quint lying propped against her as she stroked his chest and sat with her chin gently atop his head.
“I hate that you have to go,” she admitted.
He tilted his head back to look at her. “I don’t have to . . . if you don’t care about the entire complex knowing I spent the night.”
Kaitlyn mused that over as she lightly patted his rock-hard chest. “For Lei. I’m not ready for Lei to know that,” she said. “Too much to explain about what we did all night. I want her to do as we say—”
Quint appreciated that her priority was his daughter. “And not as we do,” he finished for her.
“Right.”
He brought his hands up to top hers and squeezed them before picking up her hands to bring to his mouth to kiss.
“I better get up then,” he said, his regret clear. “The sun will be up in a couple of hours.”
Kaitlyn fought the urge to reach for him as he climbed from between her legs on the bed.
“Maybe we can do something with Lei later,” she suggested as she climbed from the bed as well.
He paused in pulling his pants up over his bare ass and limp—but still thick—member to eye her nudity.
“I have to run some errands this morning, but we can all do something when I get back?”
“That works for me because I have an important matter this morning—after my nap,” Kaitlyn said as she grabbed her robe from the back of the bathroom door. It was her thick terry cloth she wore after showers to dry off. It was fuchsia and furry. She found Quint side-eyeing her comfort.
“What?” she asked, looking down at it.
Quint just shook his head and took her hand in his as they left her bedroom.
“That’
s a good idea about taking Lei somewhere, because she’s gonna be mad I didn’t wake her up from Mrs. Harper’s house—”
“She can’t be scared, because they have one helluva guard dog,” Kaitlyn joked.
“Kaitlyn,” he said, his voice chiding as he scooped up his boxers and shoved them into his pants pocket and grabbed his shirt and blazer to pull on.
“I’m just saying the dog freaks me out.”
Quint reached the door and pulled her body against his before he playfully swatted her behind and kissed her.
“Call me when you get back home. Okay?” he asked.
She answered by nodding. As he walked out the door, she watched him until his head disappeared as he descended the stairs. She stepped back inside her apartment and yawned.
“Y’all look good together.”
Kaitlyn poked her head back out the door to see Mrs. Hanson leaning against the wall by her door, smoking a cigarette in her nightclothes. She eyed the woman in open curiosity.
“The hubby hates for me to smoke inside,” she explained with a shrug.
Kaitlyn felt her ire rise at her neighbor’s hubby. She had to bite her lips to school her that any man who didn’t work—because he chose not to hit a lick at a stick—to help pay the bills didn’t get to dictate a damn thing.
“You should be sleeping after working all night,” she said instead.
“Can’t sleep,” the woman admitted. “Sometimes things sit heavy on your chest and your mind that you just can’t shake ’em long enough to sleep.”
Kaitlyn placed the dead bolt on to keep her door from locking as she walked over to her neighbor. She didn’t miss the way the woman turned her face—but not in time for Kaitlyn to see that her eyes were puffy from crying.
“Are you okay?” she asked, stopping in her tracks because she didn’t want to intrude.
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