“Even a year ago, Clayton was just falling asleep before we got the chance to cuddle. It makes me wonder how long his affair had been going on, or whether it was just with the one aide. We haven’t been intimate in maybe five months, at least.” She tilted her chin forward and kissed Quinn again, and he responded with a low sigh.
“When did you know you loved me?” he asked. Before she could answer, he gripped her hips and turned her away from him, spooning her the way he had when their engine died that night a year ago. As she giggled, he pulled down the floppy neckline of her sweater dress and dropped short kisses on the back of her neck.
“It happened somewhere along the way when I wasn’t looking,” she said, clasping his hand that rested on her stomach. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to say no to you again last week after the Arctic Monkeys incident.” She could feel Quinn’s muffled laughter against her shoulder, then sat up to take off her sweater and t-shirt underneath.
“Because for sure by that point I knew you were more of a partner to me than Clayton had been in a long time. I just didn’t know how checked-out of our marriage he really was.” Now simply wearing her bra and leggings, Imaani pushed Quinn onto his back and then knelt between his legs to slowly unbutton his flannel shirt.
“Maybe we wouldn’t have drifted apart if he hadn’t gotten into politics, or maybe we would have, I have no idea,” she continued, a wistful note in her voice. “But what’s worse than drifting apart is realizing it’s happening, then pulling out an oar and rowing further away.”
“He’s a clown,” Quinn said, holding her hips and watching her undress him. “Every time he came to pick you up after a show, I was jealous at what an amazing life he had. Not just you, but also Nat, being solid and secure with his family, being respected throughout town. I can’t believe he threw all that–” Quinn’s voice jammed in in his throat as he felt Imaani unbutton his jeans and carefully unzip him.
He lifted his hips as she wedged his pants downward, his erection tenting out of his boxers. Imaani was on top of him, kissing along his collarbone while lightly holding down his upper arms. All that stood between him and her full breasts was that scratchy piece of lace that he desperately needed to toss on the floor. As she made her way down the light nest of hair in the center of his chest, he reached around her back.
Quinn groaned at the sight of Imaani’s bra falling between them, her dark chocolate nipples begging for his touch. He sat up and got her to straddle him, then cupped her rear to bring her closer. Imaani let out a throaty moan as Quinn ravished her left breast with his mouth, alternately sucking and licking her nipple until she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.
Without looking up, he moved his face and took her right nipple between his teeth, lightly gnawing on it while stroking the left one with his thumb.
“Awww, Quinn…” Imaani wailed, acutely aware she needed to take off her soaked panties.
“Call me that from now on when it’s just us,” he instructed while gently twisting both nipples between his fingers. Imaani could barely focus on what he was asking but she nodded, her head swimming. “‘Red’ is fine when we’re outside, but in a few minutes you’re going to be screaming something and I want it to be my name.”
“Quinn… Quinn…” she gasped, her lips against his forehead.
“Good, just like that,” he smirked, reveling in seeing the woman he loved losing control under his strokes. “What do you want me to do, sweetie?”
“Take off my panties.”
In a flash, Quinn shifted Imaani off his lap and onto her back beside him. He exhaled slowly at the incredible scent that wafted from between her legs as he slid off her leggings and panties. She’s gonna be the death of me, he slowly shook his head in amazement as he took in the sight of her lithe, mahogany body outstretched on his bedspread.
He shrugged off his open shirt and dropped his boxers, then covered Imaani’s naked body with his own and pulled the sheets up around them. Sighing at the feel of her warm skin against his, he began to gently kiss her mouth. She ran her hands up and down his back, then pulled his head back a bit.
“Quinn, please just take me,” she whispered against his lips. “We can take our time afterwards.”
“Thank god; I wasn’t going to last anyway,” he joked, kissing her again before reaching into his nightstand drawer for a condom.
Imaani grabbed a pillow and wedged it under her hips, then bent her knees on either side of Quinn’s waist. She was barely settled back when she felt his tip at her entrance, and his nose burrowed against the curve of her neck.
Her whimpers as he pushed forward were the most beautiful music Quinn had ever heard. When he was in to the hilt, he felt her muscles give him a little squeeze and he grunted into her hair.
“I was kidding about not being able to last but if you keep doing that, Imaani…”
“I don’t want you to last, Quinn,” she purred, tangling her fingers in his auburn hair. “I want you to fuck me the way you imagine whenever you’re alone in this bed.”
“Tabarnac,” he swore under his breath, before partially drawing out and thrusting back with full force. Imaani cried out and Quinn was alarmed for a second until he saw the tranquil smile on her face. He tried not to speed up too quickly, but he was soon past the point of controlling himself.
He pumped faster and faster, his movements spurred on by her adorable little whimpers, which sounded almost like hiccups to him. He stopped for a moment to suck Imaani’s breasts again, but not before he buried himself all the way inside her.
While he flicked her rock-hard buds with his tongue, he was intensely aware of her feet scrambling on either side of him. Imaani frantically squealed Quinn’s name, his bedspread balled up in her fists, her knees shaking as they gripped his torso.
This is when Quinn resumed pistoning in and out of the woman he never thought he’d know in this way. He didn’t even let up when she tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy, and he mercilessly pushed her through her climax and straight toward another one.
“Quinn, you’re going to make me…” Imaani panted. “Come with me this time, baby.”
Quinn held on until he saw his lover’s gorgeous dark eyes start to roll back in her head. As she writhed and tightened around him in an iron grip, he gave in to the waves of pleasure that wracked his body and then emptied himself dry.
His low groans vibrated against the skin of Imaani’s shoulder and he was paralyzed in bliss for a moment. Quinn wasn’t able to think coherently, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was never going to be with anyone other than the perfect woman gasping for air beneath him.
He slowly propped himself up on his forearms and kissed Imaani’s cheekbone, then the corner of her lips. She smiled and gently scratched him between his shoulder blades, then gave him a tender peck on his chin. Quinn opened his mouth to tell her he loved her but at that same moment was interrupted by her stomach growling loudly. They both dissolved into giggles.