He'll Come Through - 24 - A night to remember?

24 - A night to remember?

Lilah was relieved that Freddy was a good sleeper. After bathing and feeding him he was more than ready to settle down for the night, giving Lilah half an hour before Quinn was coming over. Normally she’d have wanted him to stay and bath him, be involved, but the tension was making her nervous and she needed time to prepare for the night. She’d promised herself a good night, let alone him, and she didn’t want to let either of them down. That humid night in the North African hotel was a distant memory, and Lilah knew she needed more than that to last her the rest of her life.

Ransacking her wardrobe she searched for something that said ‘sexy’ but ‘not trying too hard’, and failed dramatically. In the end she found her newest sexy lingerie, a cute pink push up bra and matching shorts, after all she had some stretch marks from Freddy that she didn’t have before, she needed all the help she could get. Lilah pulled a cute little vest top from the back of her draw and put it on with some short black shorts. It was as good as it got.

Downstairs she had a bottle of wine in the fridge, not that she wanted alcohol to cloud her enjoyment...or her memories! Then she pulled out some takeaway menus. She had no intention of cooking tonight, and whilst she didn’t know what he’d like, she ordered a selection of Chinese food, knowing that delivery out to this fairly isolated spot would take a while. Then she cracked open the wine, taking a glass for courage.

She was selecting an appropriate CD to suit her mood when there a tap preceded the back door opening.

                “Hello?”

                “Hi Quinn, I’m in here.”

When she turned around, Quinn was resting against the door jamb just watching her.

                “What?” she asked self consciously.

He grinned and it was a warm wonderful sight, “just admiring the view! Those are seriously hot shorts Miss Dawson!”

She glanced down at her bare legs, then slowly back at him, casual in flip flops, perfectly fitting old worn jeans and a snug black t-shirt, “why thanks you Mr Southland, you don’t look so bad yourself!”

Quinn chuckled, “that wine looks nice...”

She selected a CD then hit the play button, the White Album started with Birthday, and Quinn raised an eyebrow.

“Disc two, a controversial choice!”

She laughed, “You’re talking to a girl who met Joan Armatrading! I don’t seem to do convention.”

He raised an eyebrow, “really?” He mimed an electric guitar as he sang at the top of his voice, “Animal mineral physical spiritual, I'm the one you need, I'm the one you need.”

Lilah laughed even harder, “I can’t believe you know her, I mean when I met her I told people in school and they had no clue!”

Quinn swung his arm around her shoulder, “my girlfriend at school had parents who were more hippy than yours, I swear!” Then he swung her around to the eclectic mix that was the White Album. Eventually she pulled apart, weak from laughing so much.

                “I’ll get you a wine. I ordered in Chinese by the way, it takes a while to deliver here, and I wanted us to eat before midnight!”

Quinn stopped, lifting a hand to cup her chin, “well we have to leave plenty of time for ‘talking’, don’t we?”

The responding laugh was silenced by his lips finally swooping down to hers. Every instinct in her wanted to suck this man inside her, possess him, own him, but maddeningly he was controlling her growing ardour, keeping the kiss at a superficial basis. Merely between their mouths, their lips tongue and odd clash of teeth.

Pulling back he eventually looked down at her, “I have waited all day for that!” She wriggled against him unable to verbalise a response and he smiled, “patience Blondie, I thought we had food on its way!”

Nodding she rasped, “It won’t be here for forty minutes.”

Quinn placed a hand either side of her face and stroked her cheek bones with his thumbs, “I can’t think of anything worse than being disturbed...once we get deep into ‘discussions’.”

Lilah licked her lips, desperately trying to ease her dry mouth, to no avail, she could see the logic in his words, but this was her night and her rules. So she placed a hand on his chest and pulled back.

                “By then Mr Southland, I guarantee you’ll be glad of a pit stop!”

With that she marched out of the room, only pausing to lean back and toss the vest top she’d been wearing back through the doorway.  As she made for the stairs she heard the thundering of his feet as he chased after her. Her heart started to pound as she let out a squeal rushing up the steps, but it almost exploded when a hand circled her ankle she squeaked a quieter sound, belatedly realising her son was still sleeping.

Kicking furiously she fought his hands, and when he grabbed her shorts he thought he had her, but she unbuttoned them and wriggled quickly, sliding them over her hips and legs before he had even realised that she’d evaded him. At the top of the stairs was a large step that led to her room, and as she managed to make it there, laughter shaking every bone, he was suddenly there above her, eye-to-eye, and there was nowhere left to run.

Reaching up, Lilah wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, thrusting her mouth on his, biting and tugging at his lip with her teeth, running her tongue over his. Quinn groaned, dropping to his knees he reached around her waist responding in full to her kiss. She loved Quinn’s touch, well she loved everything about him, but as his lips dropped to her neck, her head fell back and she let the pleasure engulf her. Tonight was not about holding back, it was about making the most, taking the most.

Quinn’s teeth grazed her collar bone and she couldn’t contain a moan. One arm supported his weight, but the other settled on her waist, fingers splayed wide, aware of every single inch of his contact. Lilah tugged at his t-shirt, lifting it up, and Quinn parted with her body for a second to let her pull it over his head. As his lips returned to her neck, her hands flew to his chest, following the muscular contours with deft fingers, sliding around to his strong spine.

Quinn pulled back on to his knees and looked at her, “as nice as it would be to ravage you here...on the stairs, you deserve a large comfortable bed. Do you have one to hand anywhere?”

Laughing, she allowed him to pull her to her feet then opened the door to her boudoir. She wondered how he saw the room, it was a mismatch of everything, a homemade patchwork quilt, courtesy of her mother topped the large central wooden bed, the furniture was a mixture of older pieces bought at various charity shops. But as she looked at Quinn his eyes were on her, and she could tell he didn’t give a damn about the decoration, the cosmetics of the room. He was only interested in her.

                “Come here!” he breathed crooking a finger as she backed across the room.

Defiantly she shook her head, “you come here!” She’d barely finished the words and he was there.

                “I love it when you’re all ‘Girl Power’!” his arms linked around her and his mouth descended to hers as he spoke.

Placing a hand over his mouth, stopping the kiss that she knew would be toe curling, she stared at him, “I am always Girl Power Mr Southland, and I think you may need to remember that.” With a shove to the chest she sent him hurtling backwards onto the bed. The grunt of surprise made her laugh and within seconds she had climbed to sit astride him.  

Quinn grinned, placing his hands behind his head, “I’m all yours Blondie!” The nickname had originally infuriated her, but now, as he looked up at her from lust filled eyes, she loved it. A term of endearment!

Placing both hands on his chest, she ran her fingers through the sparse whorls of hair that circled each dark flat nipple, and when her nails raked across each one he gasped.

                “You like?” she asked, swooping to lick and nip at each one, loving the sensation of him writhing under her like some possessed creature.  “I’ll take that as a yes!”

She nibbled her way up his chest, over his collar bone, neck, to his earlobe, loving the reactions, the frustrations she was causing.  When her lips finally found his, his cool, his resolve had all gone. As he responded, if not controlled the kiss, she could feel him reach around her and with a snap, her bra was undone. Lifting herself up, away from his lips, she watched his hands as they pulled the straps down her arms and tossed it on to the floor. All the times his eyes were devouring her, taking in the soft curves of her breasts, the dark hard nipples. Cupping one in each hand he thumbed the tips, and now it was Lilah’s turn to start writhing, to lose control.

                “Shit Delilah, you are so fucking perfect!” With a sudden twist, he turned so that she was on her back. Standing he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. Laughing as she gasped, he wasn’t wearing any underwear...again, and his more than impressive erection was full of promise, he stalked towards the end of the bed, reaching for her.

When he pulled her shortie knickers over both hips, and over both thighs, she threw her head back, feeling suddenly so exposed, she was different physically since having Freddy and she had no idea how he felt about her. But as he lifted one leg, and started an erotic path along it with a kiss to her big toe, she again realised he didn’t care.  A few stretch marks and a little more ‘curve’ like her home, her belongings had no affect on his ardour.

His tongue on her calf was divine, but by the time her reached her thighs, Lilah was barely in control. His fingers were inside her, his tongue seeking the most sensitive places, and it was all too much.

                “Please Quinn!”

He laughed, raising his head, “Oh no Blondie, I’m not rushing one little part of this!”

And he didn’t. His tongue, his lips, his hands, all drove her wild as he pushed her to a huge climax where she literally saw stars. Then he was back beside her smiling at her hazy eyes. Reaching for his jeans he pulled out a condom then rolled back to her.

                “Ready for more?"

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Lilah traced a pattern across his chest, feeling his racing heart start to slow. Turning slowly he tried a smile, “that was...”

                “Spectacular!” She announced sitting up. “But I think that was the door, sounds like our dinner’s arrived.”

Leaving him moaning about bad timing, she pulled on a robe and headed down to collect the food.

Lilah piled the food on a tray knowing that Chinese food was not the best to eat in bed, but at this moment she just wanted to eat, replenish her energy and then get a repeat of the action with Quinn. That was what she had a real taste for.

Setting the tray beside the bed, she climbed up next to Quinn, who was sleeping.

                “Come on Mr Lover, is that all you’ve got to offer? No sleep allowed.”

When he still failed to respond other than a grunt, she pulled back the blankets and set about her own path of investigating him, tasting him, and proving that despite his protests, he could do it all over again.

When they ate the food it was cold, but neither cared as they tonged various delicacies with chopsticks into each other’s mouths. When a piece of chicken balanced precariously on Quinn’s chopsticks fell onto Lilah’s body, the food was abandoned as he cleaned her expertly with his tongue.

Lilah wouldn’t have believed that it was possible to have so many orgasms in one night, but she was completely exhausted, every inch of her was loved, kissed and teased. She ached in places that hadn’t ached since that night in the exotic hotel a year ago. And her heart swelled even more with love for this beautiful man, who thought nothing of humouring her, treating her like a princess as he worshipped her body...all night.

After all the passion, the shared romance and lovemaking, Lilah decided to try and broach the subject of the future as they lay curled up in bed, wrapped around each other.  She was spooned to him, his arms pulling her into the safety of his embrace, his mouth languorously nibbling at her shoulder when she said those fateful words.

                “So how long can I keep you here?”

He chuckled, “in this bed? As long as you want!”

She sighed, turning in his arms to look at him, “I meant in my life, in our lives!” She corrected herself.

He looked away guiltily for a moment, “you knew this was only ever a temporary thing. I can’t...”

She sat bolt upright, “Can’t what? Can’t stay here and enjoy time with the two of us? Can’t spend every night here with me having more mind-blowing sex? That’s what you called it wasn’t it? You know after what? The fourth time? ‘Blondie, you are mind-blowing!’ Wasn’t that what you said?”

Quinn wriggled, “you know I’m going back.”

                “For what Quinn? To fight other people’s battles, to make yourself feel better? Or to run away from commitments, family, people who need you here fighting their battles?”

He averted his eyes and gave no answer.

Lilah knew she’d pushed him into a corner, that she’d ruined the atmosphere, but she’d hoped for something to change, in his eyes anyway. She’d thrown everything she knew at him, hoping that he’d realise that she was everything he needed.

But no, the stubborn bastard couldn’t see the wood for the trees. She KNEW he loved her, he’d shown it in so many ways before this evening. It was just a pity that he couldn’t work that out. He had no decent defence, no answers, just a stubborn streak a mile wide that made him believe he had to leave.

Sighing she got to her feet, “You can’t even offer an explanation as to why you’re leaving, there’s no reasoning, no debate. God I love you Quinn, and I thought I could cope with anything I could have. But I can’t, I deserve someone who loves me back. I’m going to take a shower, I think you should leave.”

As the needles of hit water hit her face, they hid her tears, washing them away. When two hands circled her from behind she fell into his body defeated, her whole being exhausted.

                “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling her close, raking her hair from her face with his fingers. “I want to be that for you, but I can’t. I don’t know how.” He took a sponge and started to clean her, shampooing her hair, rinsing her. Both a tragic and an erotic moment.  When he lifted her, she clung to him, moaning with sad pleasure as he entered her. Knowing that this was goodbye. She cried holding onto him as a bittersweet climax swept over her.