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to push into me…but not quite enough—a tease.  I put my hands against his chest, and could only see the slightest pink mar k , like the light of a star, where I’d stun gunned him.
    He looked down on me and winked, and then popped the lid with his teeth—lord have mercy the man’s mouth had a lot of tricks and talents—and then leaned in and sprayed some of the fluffy, cold stuff on my right nipple.  I shuddered, not liking the cold feel at all.  And then he did the same to the left one.
    He licked his lips as he surveyed his work.  “Desert,” he growled as his head dropped to my right breast and started to lick and suck the white cream off. I moaned at the feel of hi m eating the Reddi Wip from me, and my legs just opened as my back arched.  That let him fall into me until his cock was as far inside me as was physically possible. 
    Like a bolt in a lock, so intense and satisfying…but it made me want more…oh, so much more.
    As he feasted on my breasts, he slowly increased the speed of his deep thrusts inside me.  I licked his earlobe and then bit it playfully.  His hips pounded into me, and from there on you could hear nothing but our ragged breathing and groans, the muffled squeak of the springs under his mattress, and the friction caused sound of his cock forcing its way back into me after nearly pulling all the way out.
    I was wrapped around him: arms, legs, vagina.  And I felt something else, something so strange and intangible—but there—holding us together.
    He gasped against my neck, and his hips started humping wildly into me.  He was close.
    I already knew I was close.  I’d been desperately holding off my own climax with gritted teeth for the last ten minutes.
    I full his lips to mine and feasted on his sweet, full mouth while his body tightened, every lovely muscle in him contracting, and finally he poured himself into me with jagged thrusts.
    My big O slid over me this time, as if the ocean of my orgasm had been under me, holding me floating on its surface, and only now it pulled me gently under, to fill me with the fire that churned inside me, and then to quench it thoroughly at the same time.
    Oh…dear…god…
    My head lulled back on the mattress, every muscle in me going flaccid and loose from the wave of pleasure rolling over me.  I swallowed and opened my heavy eye lids.  Quinn’s eyes were shut too, and he had that dreamy expression on his face again.  A woman could become used to seeing that look on her man’s face —
    I coiled at what I’d just thought.  That he was my man.  Mine…
    He opened his eyes and stared adoringly down on me. 
    Mine… something deep inside me, something that didn’t have a lick of sense in her head, growled.
    He let his weight push down on me, and he stared long and hard into my eyes, his fingers playing with my red curls, his cock still hard inside me.
    Then his gaze changed and he looked pointedly at me.  “You’re coming back to the club, right?”
    I shot him with a wary look.
    He shifted his weight and pulled out just an inch, and then pushed slowly back into me.  “Do I have to fuck you until you submit?”
    My well worn pussy convulsed at the thought. 
    It was an interesting idea …
    But it was getting late.  The sun was waxing, the light of the city turning yellow and golden.  Soon the club would be opening, and if he was right—and I’d heard through the grape vine about the attendance of one of the Obsidian Butterfly’s shows—the place would be packed and busy as hell.
    They needed me.  I knew it.  And it should have made everything better.  The best sex—yet again—of my life should have made everything better.  But it didn’t.
    I still knew where this was all heading.
    “Fine,” I said haughtily.  “Let me go home and shower, and I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
    He smiled wide, and he lowered himself to kiss me deeply, taking my will and my breath away.  And then he pulled his cock from inside