Beyond Me by Jennifer Probst

and she’d waxed for the beach so only a fine strip of dark hair was left. The perfect landing strip for my mouth and fingers. She flushed and tried to get up, probably caught between arousal and embarrassment.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful, Quinn. Do you know that? Do know how bad I want you?” I grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers over my dick. Already, the tip was leaking with my arousal. “You make me crazy. I want to make you feel good, make you come so hard against me, make you scream. Let me, baby. Let me in. Part your legs.”
    She hissed out a breath, but she was too far gone, so she obeyed. Her lips were plump and moist, and I ran a finger around her labia, watching her clench and lift her hips for more. I leaned over and blew my breath over the tight, damp curls, spread my palms flat against her inner thighs, and dove into heaven.
    She cried out as I kissed her, licked her clit around and around, harnessing all her sexual arousal until she was completely under my control and begging me. My name echoed in the air, the sweetest fucking sound I ever heard, and I closed my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
    She came in my mouth, bucking like crazy, and I helped her ride it out. Fierce satisfaction coursed through me, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I fumbled madly for the drawer beside the bed, and managed to grab a condom with my shaking fingers. Her scent dripped over me like nectar, and she was still shuddering with tiny convulsions. I ripped open the wrapper, rolled on the condom, and poised by her entrance.
    Her gorgeous dark eyes were blurry from her climax. Her lids drifted half closed. “Look at me, Quinn,” I demanded. I wanted to see every part of her, and she obeyed, gasping as I pushed a few inches into her clingy heat. “Mine.” Possession beat through me in waves. Rational thought had long fled, and I was down to a primitive state, where I needed to claim her and have her belong only to me. Her gaze locked on mine.
    I surged forward.
    Hot and wet, her pussy clenched around me and sucked me deep. I fought for control as I pushed all the way, holding her legs wide open, and my body shook with tremors of pleasure. She moaned and grabbed at my shoulders, the sting of her nails biting deep into my skin and urging me on. My hips pulled back and I slid out of her completely, then thrust in hard. Harder.
    She threw back her head and screamed as I pounded into her body over and over, brutal and raw, needing to mark her as mine, mine, mine. I felt her milk my dick as she came again, and I let myself go with a long yell, spilling my seed into the condom and bucking my hips, drawing out as much of the pleasure as I could. She whimpered, shaking in my embrace, and I slumped over her, panting for breath, my skin damp with sweat, my cock still inside her.
    I had no idea how long we stayed like that. I finally realized I might be crushing her, so I rolled to the side and she dropped her head onto my chest. If someone forced me to stand up, my legs would never hold. Every muscle in my body was loose and used. Fuck. I’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm in my life.
    I was in deep shit. This woman was addicting.
    “ That was intense,” Quinn finally said.
    I laughed and cuddled her tight. “Baby, you blew my mind. Forget the rest of the week. I’m keeping you right here.”
    She smiled and looked up. “Sounds like a plan.” My heart melted at the sight of her face. Such a mix of seriousness and play; intellect and character. She was amazing, and she was mine for the next few days. I couldn’t think of anything past the moment. Didn’t want to.
    “James?”
    “Yeah, baby?”
    “That was the best game ever.”
    I grinned.

 
    I LAID in the bed naked, sheets twisted half around my legs. James pinned me to the mattress with one heavy thigh slung over my hips, dozing after our last bout of amazing, mind-numbing, pleasure-ridden sex.
    My lips turned in a dazed smile and the mantra sang