‘You first.’
I don’t argue.
He lifts me off his lap and throws me up the bed with what could be mistaken for superhuman strength and honestly, I think I could get off from that alone. But I don’t need to, because when I look down the bed, I’m treated to the sight of him crawling up between my legs. He trails a finger lightly over the fabric of my underwear and I nearly hit the ceiling.
I could write poems about the smirk that curves his lips then. It’s a little surprised, a little delighted, maybe a tiny bit smug. It adds to the look he’s already got going on: the blown-out pupils and mussed hair and the faint flush that spans his cheeks and the top of his chest. I’m a big fan of all the versions of him I’ve seen so far, but this one is something else.
I hold the eye contact as he slips off my underwear, but my eyelids flutter shut as his fingers find me, followed by his mouth, setting a pace and a rhythm that has me seeing stars in minutes.
I starfish out on the bed for a minute or two afterwards, eyes screwed shut, totally incapable of speech or movement. When I open my eyes, I find Quinn sitting back on his heels, watching me with an expression I can’t decipher on his face.
‘What?’ I ask softly, but he doesn’t reply, just shakes his head and carries on looking at me.
I frown and clamber to my knees. It doesn’t occur to me to be self-conscious about my nakedness, even though no one’s seen me like this in almost a century. I’m drunk on pleasure, the aftershocks of it still rippling through my body, and the only thing I can think about is making Quinn feel like this, too.
‘That was…’
‘Fine?’ he offers, a grate to his voice, the slightest of smiles on his face.
‘Fine, yeah.’ I pull him into a kiss, relishing the scratch of denim against my thighs. ‘Just average, you know?’
He knows I’m lying.
My hands go to his waist, fumbling buttons open until I can slip my hand inside the front of his boxers. The sound he makes as I close my fingers around him is unholy. I wish I could memorise it, play it back to myself over and over. I feel like I could do that for a lifetime and never get bored of it.
‘Fuck, Florence,’ he mutters, as I start to move, long, slow strokes punctuated by half-formed affirmations, abandoned words murmured into my neck, and the subtle roll of his hips into my hand. He’s a live wire against me– his muscles quivering, a sheen of sweat starting to form on his chest. His heart is pounding so hard I can almost hear it, blood surging through his veins and pulsing under his skin.
I knew that sex with a human would be good, but this isglorious.I don’t know why any of them ever do anything else.
‘Stop,’ he cries all of a sudden, pulling my hand away. For a moment I worry I’ve done something wrong, but then he wriggles out of the rest of his clothes and pulls me against him, peppering my face and neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses as we sink down onto the bed together.
‘S’too good,’ he grits out, exhaling an unsteady breath. ‘You can’t keep… I’ll…’
He’s talking in fragments of sentences, pupils dilated, eyelids heavy. He’s losing control and knowing that it’s because of me is the most beautiful thing I can imagine.
For a moment, just a split second, I’m overwhelmed by it all, and he notices.
Ofcoursehe notices.
‘You ok?’ He pulls back a little so he can look me in the eye, his hands stilling on my body.
I nod. I truly believe he would stop right now if I asked him to, and that’s the thing that shakes me back to reality.
His brow furrows. ‘You sure?’
‘Very sure,’ I say, and then as if to illustrate my point, I pull him into a kiss, deep and dirty. His whole body shudders with relief.
‘Thankfuckforthat,’ he breathes, in one continuous exhale, lining up our naked bodies. But just before he’s about to push into me, he pauses.
‘Do we need, you know…?’
I almost laugh. ‘A condom?’
His nod is so serious that this time I actually do laugh. ‘I don’t think that’s something we have to worry about.’
He exhales again, resting his head against mine as if he needs to steady himself. ‘It happened inTwilight.’
Ah yes,Twilight– that paragon of truth and accuracy.