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felt his erection digging into my belly: a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was wet, obscenely so, and I knew that before I finally felt him deep in me, I’d only be more soaked.
    “Show me where you want me to touch you, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice a husky growl against the side of my throat.
    My hands were shaking, but I lifted one of them, grabbed Quinn’s much larger hand, and slowly pushed it down between our bodies. He was breathing so hard, his warm breath moving along my skin, making me even more flushed. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I didn’t want slow, didn’t want romantic or gentle, even though maybe I should have for our first time. I wanted to be with Quinn, the guy I loved, and I didn’t care how it transpired as long as it happened right now.
    I placed his hand on my lower belly and froze. I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.
    “Do it, baby,” he whispered by my ear. “Show me where you want me.”
    I pushed his hand lower, until it was right between my thighs. Could he feel how wet I was? Did he know that slight pressure of his palm on my pussy felt incredible?
    He groaned and thrust his cock against my belly.
    “You want me right here, baby?”
    I nodded. This was so surreal, finally being with Quinn, but God, did it feel so right. He stated to rub his palm up and down, and despite the fact I wore jeans, I felt the electricity slam into me. My clit throbbed, like my heart was right there, beating rapidly. I didn’t want foreplay, didn’t want to take our time. I felt feverish and needy, and I wanted Quinn now.
    I pushed him away, and he groaned. Lowering my gaze to the crotch of his pants, I saw the huge outline of his erection pressing against his jeans. God, he looked huge. I went for the button and zipper of my jeans, and once those were undone, I pushed the denim down my thighs.
    He shook his head. “I should have you on a warm bed, Isabel, not out there in a field up against my car.”
    “What does it matter as long as we are together?”
    He groaned again. “You’re killing me here.” He reached down and palmed himself through his jeans.
    “Let me see it,” I whispered, feeling so bold; I wasn’t acting like my shy self.
    He didn’t move for a long while, but finally I heard his zipper going down and lowered my gaze to what he was about to show me.
    When he pulled his cock out, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him. He had his palm wrapped around his dick and he stroked himself, his focus on my chest.
    I wanted to touch it, to see if it was just as hard and smooth as it looked. Without thinking about it anymore, I walked the few steps to get to him, pushed his hand aside, and stared into his eyes.
    “Touch me, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice husky.
    I did just that. I wrapped my hand around his length and watched his eyes become hooded, his mouth slack. I started rubbing my palm up and down the big length. His cock was just as hard as it looked, and the skin was warm and smooth; I moved over the length easily.
    “I’m about to fucking lose it, Isabel.”
    I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve already lost it for you, Quinn.”
    And then he had me pulled close to him, had his mouth on mine, and fucked me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing to me at this moment. We backed up to the car, and I found myself leaning back against the hood. We made out for long seconds, but when he pulled away and stepped back, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even ask why he stopped. I heard gravel crunching under his feet and he walked away, and then I heard the trunk open and close. When he was beside me again, he helped me off the hood, spread the blanket he’d grabbed on the ground, and then he helped me down.
    My back was against the soft blanket, and the hardness of Quinn’s body was over mine. This part of the ground