watching herself stroke him, as if mesmerized.
It was fucking hot.
Her grip was harder now, faster, and he was so close he should probably try to hold off. But he didn’t want to. When she cupped his balls, which were pulled tight, with her other hand and tugged gently, he gave up any sense of control.
Letting go, he crushed his mouth to hers as his climax slammed into him. She let out a yelp of surprise, his kiss taking her off guard. But she didn’t stop stroking.
A growl erupted from him as he emptied himself over her hands and his stomach until what seemed like an eternity later, his brain cleared somewhat.
Breathing hard, he pulled back to see Athena’s face. The hint of a Cheshire cat smile was in place, her eyes dancing with too many emotions for him to sift through. He didn’t think she had any, but… “Regrets?”
Shaking her head, she nudged his stomach with her hand. “No, but we need a shower.”
Laughing, he nodded. He was still stunned that she’d stroked him to climax, but glad there didn’t seem to be any barriers between them anymore. “Agreed. We’ll take it together.” Without giving her a chance to protest, not that he thought she would, he tugged the belt on her robe completely free and let it fall to the ground. It had been mostly off by now, hanging low on her hips, but to see her standing completely bare in front of him did something ridiculously primal to him. He wanted to claim Athena, wanted to let pretty much every man with a pulse know that she was taken.
Chapter 8
Athena curled up against Quinn’s chest, pleased that he’d wanted to sleep in the same bed. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were, if anything, relationship-wise, but she was glad he hadn’t showered then headed back for his room. Not that she’d really thought he would.
The massage and orgasm had left her feeling almost lethargic. Add in the steaming shower with the beyond-sexy man stretched out on her bed and yeah, she was feeling good. He’d washed her hair and body in the shower, which had been a new, sensual experience. Even better than her massage because it had been Quinn’s hands on her.
He was completely naked but she’d tossed a T-shirt on. She wasn’t used to sleeping naked and still felt a little out of her depth with him regardless of what they’d just shared.
His finger traced up and down her spine almost idly. His heart rate was too fast, as was his breathing. And she could see the bulge beneath the covers. Though her knowledge was limited, he had a very impressive cock. Next time she wanted to taste him, but now wasn’t the time. Of course she didn’t think he’d stop her if she started going down on him, but this quiet holding was really nice and she wasn’t ready to give it up.
“So, how is it that you’re a virgin?” He asked the question quietly and she automatically stiffened before she realized his tone was just curious. He proved that by continuing. “I’m not saying it’s a good, bad or abnormal thing, I’m just…curious. You’re a smart, beautiful woman.”
Shifting against his chest, she looked up at him, wanting to see his face. Unlike the exterior room adjoining their suites, her bedroom had a jaguar print/jungle theme going on. The headboard was a fabric print with what she assumed was fake amber jewels lining the top. They glittered against the lights from the city through the sheer privacy drapes. Even though the bed was shadowed, Quinn was perfectly illuminated as well. “You first, when did you lose yours?” Not that she’d lost hers yet, but that would hopefully happen soon.
“Ah, the week I turned sixteen.” He grinned almost sheepishly. “It was cliché too, with my girlfriend in the back of my car.”
She let out a short laugh, relaxing at his honest answer. “Part of the reason is my family dynamics. I wasn’t even allowed to date until I was sixteen and even then it was only in groups. Since I wasn’t really rebellious and I went to a
It was fucking hot.
Her grip was harder now, faster, and he was so close he should probably try to hold off. But he didn’t want to. When she cupped his balls, which were pulled tight, with her other hand and tugged gently, he gave up any sense of control.
Letting go, he crushed his mouth to hers as his climax slammed into him. She let out a yelp of surprise, his kiss taking her off guard. But she didn’t stop stroking.
A growl erupted from him as he emptied himself over her hands and his stomach until what seemed like an eternity later, his brain cleared somewhat.
Breathing hard, he pulled back to see Athena’s face. The hint of a Cheshire cat smile was in place, her eyes dancing with too many emotions for him to sift through. He didn’t think she had any, but… “Regrets?”
Shaking her head, she nudged his stomach with her hand. “No, but we need a shower.”
Laughing, he nodded. He was still stunned that she’d stroked him to climax, but glad there didn’t seem to be any barriers between them anymore. “Agreed. We’ll take it together.” Without giving her a chance to protest, not that he thought she would, he tugged the belt on her robe completely free and let it fall to the ground. It had been mostly off by now, hanging low on her hips, but to see her standing completely bare in front of him did something ridiculously primal to him. He wanted to claim Athena, wanted to let pretty much every man with a pulse know that she was taken.
Chapter 8
Athena curled up against Quinn’s chest, pleased that he’d wanted to sleep in the same bed. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were, if anything, relationship-wise, but she was glad he hadn’t showered then headed back for his room. Not that she’d really thought he would.
The massage and orgasm had left her feeling almost lethargic. Add in the steaming shower with the beyond-sexy man stretched out on her bed and yeah, she was feeling good. He’d washed her hair and body in the shower, which had been a new, sensual experience. Even better than her massage because it had been Quinn’s hands on her.
He was completely naked but she’d tossed a T-shirt on. She wasn’t used to sleeping naked and still felt a little out of her depth with him regardless of what they’d just shared.
His finger traced up and down her spine almost idly. His heart rate was too fast, as was his breathing. And she could see the bulge beneath the covers. Though her knowledge was limited, he had a very impressive cock. Next time she wanted to taste him, but now wasn’t the time. Of course she didn’t think he’d stop her if she started going down on him, but this quiet holding was really nice and she wasn’t ready to give it up.
“So, how is it that you’re a virgin?” He asked the question quietly and she automatically stiffened before she realized his tone was just curious. He proved that by continuing. “I’m not saying it’s a good, bad or abnormal thing, I’m just…curious. You’re a smart, beautiful woman.”
Shifting against his chest, she looked up at him, wanting to see his face. Unlike the exterior room adjoining their suites, her bedroom had a jaguar print/jungle theme going on. The headboard was a fabric print with what she assumed was fake amber jewels lining the top. They glittered against the lights from the city through the sheer privacy drapes. Even though the bed was shadowed, Quinn was perfectly illuminated as well. “You first, when did you lose yours?” Not that she’d lost hers yet, but that would hopefully happen soon.
“Ah, the week I turned sixteen.” He grinned almost sheepishly. “It was cliché too, with my girlfriend in the back of my car.”
She let out a short laugh, relaxing at his honest answer. “Part of the reason is my family dynamics. I wasn’t even allowed to date until I was sixteen and even then it was only in groups. Since I wasn’t really rebellious and I went to a
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