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She pulled me under with each kiss. She demanded more without ever asking for a thing. It was so simple, yet so complicated. I was my own worst torture, my heart's own enemy. She was my forbidden fruit, my greatest temptation.

"You make me feel beautiful," she said softly. The tiny strap of her nightgown fell past her shoulder, leaving her skin begging to be touched, to be kissed. The shy, sultry smile on her lips was the perfect kind of contradiction. She was a puzzle and I wanted nothing more than to take my time figuring her out.

I moved in closer to her, my cock throbbing at the way she ran her tongue across her plump, pink lips. The scraps of lace she wore were so fucking sexy that I wanted to rip them from her body and bury myself deep inside. I wanted to devour her selfishly. But she had taken the time to buy something pretty and I knew she deserved to be seduced slowly, to be worshiped and savored.

I ran my hands up her arms slowly, my fingers a whisper across her skin. She was silk beneath me and the need to taste her overwhelmed me. I dipped my head to place soft kisses on each shoulder and then across her collarbone. Her breath stuttered beneath my lips, her head falling back to expose more flesh. I took advantage of her invitation kissing her throat, up to her jaw and finally taking her earlobe in between my teeth. The tiny moan that escaped her had me pushing her back, my hand behind her head as I moved her to the pillows and hovered over her.

I soaked up the visual, burning the image to a memory because when nights got lonely I wanted to remember every curve of her, just like this, staring up at me with lust filled eyes and soft pants of want. My entire body ached, my muscles tense as I willed myself to take my time.

Her hands moved across my chest, drawing small circles. Soft like a feather, then followed by the bite of nails as her own arousal ramped up with anticipation. I leaned back on my knees, my hands running up her inner thighs. The lace bunched in my palms as I ascended slowly. She moved beneath me, her body already twisting with need. My quiet, questioning girl completely undone and unapologetic in her desire. I loved seeing her like this. I loved that it was me who brought her to this point. I teased her, slowly tracing her sensitive skin. As I reached the apex of her thighs I ran my fingers across the lace. I could feel the heat there, the dampness that told me how ready she was. She matched me in desire and each of us worked hard to hold back, a practice in patience I wasn't sure either of us would win.

I hooked a finger at the side of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She lifted slightly to help me, her gaze locked on mine. We didn't have to speak, and the silence in the room only added to the sultry atmosphere that had overtaken us.

With the lace gone I pushed the camisole up and followed it with kisses across her smooth skin. Higher. Higher until I reached the place I wanted. I craved her, I needed to taste her, hear her whimper, feel her shake beneath me. It was intoxicating to watch her fall over the edge and right now there was nothing I wanted more. I held her eyes, making promises, daring her to let go, warning her that no matter what I was taking her down. There was nothing I loved more than taking every thought away from that pretty little head. I wanted her mindless, open, and completely mine.

I slid the nightgown up her body until it was gone and then kissed my way back down, taking time to take each of her breasts into my mouth, to work each nipple between my teeth so that they stood at rapt attention.

I licked my way down her flat abdomen, drawing wet circles on my trek, leaving raised flesh in my wake. She moved against me, with me, searching for something that would relieve the ache I'd placed there. I understood her need, I needed just as much.

The first flick of my tongue made her gasp, the second made her moan and writhe beneath me. I pressed my hands to her legs, opening her up to me, demanding full access, full control.

When I sucked her swollen clit she cried out my name and then I was lost in her. She would come unglued beneath me. I would shred her and then put her back together so I could take her all over again. Her whimpers were like music, pushing me on as I tasted, sucked and teased. I felt her tense, felt it just before her body shuddered and incomprehensible words spilled from her lips.

Before she could come down from her high I moved over her, holding myself above her on my elbows. I paused against her entrance. "Look at me, baby. Open your eyes." I commanded my voice gruff. She opened them and I was met with hazel pools. I swear someone had hidden diamonds there.

I pushed into her slowly, loving the way she felt against my cock, every inch against her walls as I sunk into her. I groaned at the sigh on her lips as she pulled me to her. I kissed her deeply, the connection between us complete. We moved together, her nails against my back, each stroke going deeper. My body was coiled so tightly, my heart beat heavy against my chest, reaching out towards hers.

This woman had me completely mesmerized. I fell into her, effortlessly, willingly, hungrily. Our bodies fit together, perfectly, moving in sync like they’d known each other forever. Her breath caught, escaping in tiny, shallow exhales as I moved and stretched her beneath me. I wanted to be closer, deeper, mark every piece of her as my own.

“Keaton.” Her voice fell on a sigh, and it had me pushing harder.

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name,” I admitted. If she was going to strip me bare, I might as well be honest. “Say it again.”

“Keaton, you feel so good.” Hearing her say these things felt like an unexpected gift. My book nerd, beneath me, telling me how much she liked the feel of me buried deep inside her. God, it did something to me. Something I couldn’t even put into words. It had me close to the edge and I wasn’t ready to fall over it yet.

I slowed my pace, needing to catch my breath before I ended up ending this before either of us was ready. I pulled out of her so that the head of my cock teased at her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes hooded as she waited for my return. I watched them flutter closed as I sunk back in slowly. I repeated the stroke in slow motion, In. Out. Watching her body react, melting beneath me. Her hands moved up to my chest pulling me back down to her as I continued my slow assault. I heard the whimper, felt the tremor that ran through her body and then she was falling apart. I hadn’t expected that, but she was so fucking beautiful. I lost my willpower and chased my own release, overwhelmed by everything this girl was doing to me.

I came, warm and deep inside her. It was all I could do not to collapse across her so I could just stay there. I settled for a half collapse and kissing her face. Her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her lips.

She laughed through her shallow breathing and it helped to ease the heaviness that had taken hold in my chest. The intensity that kept sneaking up on me, the feelings that I still hadn’t figured out what to do with.

“Jesus, Quinn,” I said rolling off of her. “I’m not sure I can handle many more trips to the lingerie store.” She gave me a sideways smirk and I laughed. “Okay, I’m totally lying. Let’s go shopping tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from,” she teased.

I pulled her to me, loving the way she tucked herself in against me. “I missed you,” I said quietly.

“Me too. It feels really good to be here,” she agreed. And she was right, having her back in my arms it felt like everything had fallen back into place.

NEW YORK WAS
awesome. New York with Keaton was amazing. We spent my first full day in the city doing all of the touristy things. Keaton said he would allow me this one trip to be a tourist nerd and then he was going to reel me in and turn me into a real New Yorker. I liked the idea of him as my teacher, helping me navigate such a big change. I liked it because it meant he was going to be a part of my future. It made things feel less scary and more exciting.

We'd spent our morning with tours of the Empire State Building and a ferry that had taken us to see the Statue of Liberty. It was cool to see it all up close, but I could see how to someone like Keaton it might all be part of the norm. But he didn't seem to be bored or bothered by it. In fact, I think he loved showing me all of the things I was meant to see.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," I said as a sudden grumble of my stomach reminded me that we hadn't eaten in hours.

"Let's grab a slice and check out the park," he suggested. "That way we can mark off a few more things on your list."

After we'd hit up his favorite pizza place, where the slices were huge and I was taught the proper way to fold it over, Keaton took me to Central Park.

I was in love. In the midst of this concrete jungle that could feel cold and jostling they had dropped in a patch of green. Maybe this is where people came to breathe, to be reminded that things like trees and grass and sky still existed.

"Let's sit," he said. I watched as he folded himself onto the grass and held out a hand for me to join him. "This is one of my favorite places to people watch. You can't imagine the stories this place can inspire. You just have to watch and listen," he smiled conspiratorially.

He made a space for me between his legs and I leaned back against him. He was right; the variety of people walking in front of us would give him a cast of characters to choose from. I loved it. I loved listening as he softly told me stories of the people we saw. Between his sultry voice in my ear and the way his fingers twirled around my own I was more content than I would have thought possible. It was the perfect afternoon.

On our way back from the park Keaton wanted to stop and grab some wine. He said he had a surprise for me later. I didn't ask questions, knowing that whatever he had planned it was going to be good. Keaton moved about the tiny liquor store while I perused the gift section looking for a shot glass for Lily.

Holding onto a shot glass that read, "Took my shot in New York City" I glanced up to see a tall, leggy blond sauntering over to my boyfriend. I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle as I watched it unfold. She was stunning and she carried herself with the kind of grace that I could only dream about. She walked straight up to Keaton and slid her arm across his forearm and threw him a wide smile. Keaton smiled back at her as she chatted easily with him. I took a moment to scrutinize her. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. The kind of girl that surprised you with her perfection when you finally saw her up close. She wore tiny little white shorts that rode so high up that I could see the curve of her ass cheeks beneath them. That's as far as I got. Keaton caught my eye and waved me over. I walked towards them slowly. Blondie was still chattering away, never noticing Keaton's attention wasn't on her.

I hadn't noticed that I was holding my breath until he slipped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. It was only then that his friend faltered mid-sentence. "Noelle, this is my girlfriend, Quinn." I watched her face fall as she took me in. I didn't mind her scrutiny, not with Keaton claiming me as his. It was silly, the way it made me puff out my chest. Who knew I was so jealous or petty?

"I didn't know," she said with her smile dripping with disdain. It made me smile.

"Nice to meet you," I said. It wasn't. Keaton laughed softly beside me. He knew better.

"Well, we should go. I have plans for this one," Keaton said winking at her. He winked at her. I nearly choked. He grabbed my hand and led me to the counter leaving Noelle to stand in a stunned silence watching us leave.

He smiled down at me, before leaning in and kissing my cheek. He had enjoyed that more than he should.

"You are such trouble," I smiled.

"Keeps it interesting," he replied arrogantly.

LATER THAT NIGHT,
I followed Keaton up the creaky stairs of his building, towards my surprise. I was super curious as to where he was taking me. The door had mentioned roof access, but I had no idea what that meant or why we were making our way up there. Luckily, I trusted him enough to feel pretty secure in the fact that he wasn't planning on tossing me off of it. Besides, that boyish grin he'd been wearing when he suggested I follow him was enough to get me to follow him anywhere.