Seeking Escape

21: Preservation

*** Quinn's POV ***

She surprised the hell out of me with this boldness, and as much as I wanted to explore how far we could stretch this streak of hers, I knew I needed to handle her with care and keep my desire to show her physically how much I wanted her at bay. 

My dick was not on the same page as it throbbed between us, begging for her attention or mine. It was non-discriminating in it's source of pleasure. I knew what I preferred and sadly it was not what I would most likely get.

The saltwater droplets clung to her eyelashes and skin, making her glisten in the sun. Her ample breasts pulled against the wet fabric of her bra cups, threatening to spill forward. And fuck! She fidgeted while she racked her brain for a truth to ask me. As we bobbed with the ebb and flow of the water, my poor dick was probably wondering why it wasn't cloaked in her nice warm essence by now. And it was raging about that.

She bucked her body and sat up a little straighter as she came to a decision about what to ask. The sudden pressure made me a moan a little. She blinked at me with shocked eyes.

I teased. "What? You've got your sexiness pressed against me. I can't help it." She blushed and I leaned in to steal a kiss from her. As I repositioned my hands under her thighs, I asked. "So what do you want to ask?"

"Okay...well, do you think you will miss porn if you transition out of acting?" She looked over my shoulder as she talked, as though she was nervous about asking me directly.

"No." I said quickly. "I never wanted this in the first place. While I like what I have been able to do with it, I won't miss the pressure to perform."

"Shit, um. Can I ask it differently?" She asked in a strained voice. I nodded, curious about what she wanted to know exactly.

"Will you miss the sex?" She blurted out.

I grinned. "Well I hope quitting porn doesn't mean I'll have to be celibate."

She groaned and tucked her head against my chest just as a little wave splashed her. She started sputtering and coughing, obviously having gotten water up her nose. She wiggled around some more as she caught her breath and I tried to focus on anything, but what it would feel like to slip between her folds.

"What I meant was will you miss the variety of the sex you have in porn? I mean, the different partners, the different positions, the different venues?" She spilled what she really wanted to know. "Would you be okay with vanilla after you've sampled all 32 different flavors?"

I chuckled. I couldn't help but comment. "It's been more than 32."

She planted her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself back away from me.  I wasn't expecting it and she broke free from my arms. I thought she was just being playful but then I noticed that she was getting further away. I swam after her, catching her in my long arms and drawing her scarred back to my chest.

"Let me go, Quinn." She hissed.

"I will, but you asked me a question and I want to answer in the spirit if the game." I replied.

"Your flippant remark told me enough." She snapped.

"Look, I'm in no way proud of what I said. Every single one of those women I fucked meant nothing more than getting a paycheck at the end of the day. Did I enjoy myself? Yes, when I was with someone who enjoyed it too. It was the closest I could get to something real. You asked me if I'd miss the variety? Not if I trade it for something with substance." I replied honestly. She relaxed against me. I continued. "And I would hope that because there is substance, that there is trust and then the sex can be as variable as we want."