And holy hell, would my mom kill me if I knocked up a woman out of wedlock. But I can’t help it. I don’t care if it’s been a few days, weeks, or months. I know what I want, and it’s to spend my life with this woman. I want us to be a family. Maybe I should suggest we get married. Then we wouldn’t have to use protection, and if she ends up pregnant, it would be all good.
When I look at her, looking at me, I notice her brows are furrowed, and her lips pursed together into a thin line. Is she scared of getting pregnant by me? I know she’s in her late thirties, but a lot of couples have kids later on in years. Oh, shit! Maybe she’s worried I’m not clean.
“I’m clean,” I assure her. “I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I was checked.” I don’t comment on being okay with her getting pregnant or that I just thought about making her my wife. She might run for the hills.
“I can make an appointment with my doctor to get on birth control.”
“All right,” I say, trying not to sound too disappointed. “Until then, I’ll make a better effort to use condoms.” I edge closer to her and hitch her top thigh above mine. “Even though I really, really enjoyed the feel of my dick inside you raw.”
“Lachlan!” She slaps my chest playfully, her face and neck heating up.
“What? It’s the truth.” My hand moves between her legs, and I rub my fingers up and down her pussy over her underwear. “I could feel everything. How slick and warm you were.” Fuck, I can’t get enough of this woman. I slip my fingers inside and flick her already swollen clit. She lifts her leg slightly to give me better access, and when I push two fingers inside, I find her soaking fucking wet.
“I know you liked it too,” I tell her. “The way you could feel my piercing rubbing and coaxing that orgasm right out of you.” I add a third finger, pushing them in and out of her tight cunt, and Quinn’s breathing becomes labored. “It won’t feel like that with a condom, you know.”
Grabbing her by her hips, I pull myself up into half-sitting, half-lying position, bringing her with me, so she’s straddling my thighs. I yank my dick out of my boxers and pump it a few times while Quinn watches with hooded eyes. “You know you want me inside of you with nothing between us.” I continue to stroke my dick, but this time, I push the material of her panties to the side and rub my head up and down her center, massaging her clit with my piercing.
Quinn moans softly, grinding herself against my shaft and hand. And before I can taunt her anymore, she’s rising and guiding herself over my dick, filling herself completely with me. Her hands go to my shoulders, and I watch in wonderment as she rides me, circling her hips and rocking back and forth, finding the spot she needs to get off. With one hand still on her hip, my other lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her body. As she fucks me, her tits bounce up and down in rhythm, taunting and teasing me to touch them. I capture one with my mouth, biting down on the hardened peak.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn groans, pushing herself up then sinking all the way back down. Her moans get louder the closer she gets to finding her climax. Leaning my head back against the headboard, I watch her continue to ride my cock, completely okay with being naked on top of me, exuding the kind of self-confidence that only a few short weeks ago was nowhere to be found. She’s not worried about her weight or her looks, whether or not she’s perfect. She’s not concerned with our age difference or anything else. It’s just the two of us, lost in the moment. Three steps forward…
“Come on, baby,” I murmur. She’s so close, but she’s not quite there yet. Wanting her to get off before I do, I push my thumb against her clit. She’s soaking wet, which makes it that much easier to take her over the edge. With only a few swipes of my thumb, Quinn is coming all over my cock, taking me along with her.
When she finally stills, her head lulls forward onto my shoulder. I can feel her body shaking with laughter. “That’s the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen,” she says through her laughter.
“Really? Because it was exactly what I was hoping would happen.”
Mine. All fucking mine.
* * *
There’s a knock on the door, and my eyes pop open, trying to remember where I am. I’m at the B & B, but when I glance over, I spot Quinn lying next to me. Shit! We fell asleep in her room, and I never went back to mine. As I’m scrambling out of bed, throwing my jeans on, the door opens and Kinsley steps into the room.