Seeking Escape

24. For the Foreseeable Future

*** Joyce's POV ***

Hearing Quinn moan my name as he worked himself to climax flipped a switch in me. I felt that heat seep between my legs and I mindlessly climbed into bed. Without hesitation, I dipped my hand into my loose pants and stroked my warm, wet slit.

I recalled how he felt, filling me earlier. His hot breath in my ear and then just now the husky need in his voice as he moaned. My fingers plunged into my silky wetness and I shuddered. I started pumping in and out, grasping my breast as Quinn had and trying to relive the moment.

I didn't even hear Quinn until he sat on the edge of the bed. My wide eyes met his, so dark with desire. He licked his lips and asked politely, "May I watch?"

I bit my lip and nodded, tilting my head back and sighing. I watched as he stretched his body out. His arousal was apparent despite the fact that I'm sure he painted my shower wall with his seed.

"Quinn..." I panted.

"Yeah, love." He rasped.

"Join me. Touch yourself again. Let me see you." I instructed.

"You're sure?" He asked, tilting his head. I nodded. "Will you let me see you?"

I blushed. It was part of the reason why I held off on us showering together. Fully nude. In close proximity. Could I take this step?

Quinn stood and pushed his boxers down, his eyes fixed on me. He was breathtakingly nude, solid and erect. My heart fluttered and my core somehow felt wetter. He had already seen me in my bra and panties. I could do this.

"Help me." I said in a small voice.

Quinn grinned and kneeled on the bed. I lifted my arms and Quinn gathered the loose material of my shirt and pulled it up off me. His eyes widened as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck, Joy." He dropped my top and went to touch me but caught himself. He cleared his throat. "The pants too?"

"Yes." I urged.

His hands landed on my hips, his fingers curling over my waistband. His eyes bore into me as he stripped me naked. He sat back on the bed, devouring me with his gaze as he laid on his side, taking himself into his hand and starting to slowly stroke his length. It was by far the sexiest, most intimate that I had ever been with another person.

I parted my legs slightly and suddenly felt shy about touching myself in front of him. He tilted his head and questioned what was going on. "Everything okay?"

"This is just...wow." I mumbled incoherently.

"Too much?" He cocked an eyebrow and paused his manual action. I laughed, tilting my head up as my cheeks grew more red by the minute. His voice was tinged with concern. "Joyce."

"It's not enough." I whispered.

"Tell me how to make it better." He said in a low gravely voice. "Tell me what you want."

"I...I want you to make me cum again." I admitted.

"I was hoping you would say that. Can I go down on you, Joyce? I'm dying to taste you." Quinn said with a groan. My eyes shot to where he was fisting his dick and then to his face. This couldn't be real life. I was going to wake up any moment from this fantasy.