Meg POVI couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. The feel of Quinn’s warm soft lips latched onto my breast as he curled his tongue around hard pebbled nipple was better than I remembered. I tangled my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer as I arched my back to meet his greedy mouth. The loose skirt that I was wearing had ridden up my thighs as I started to grind against the large ridge that had formed in Quinn’s jeans. The sensation of the rough jean material sliding against the thin cotton of my underwear was bringing me so close to the peak of climax but I needed more. “Quinn.” I moaned. “I need more, please.” With my plea, I felt his hand travel in feathery light touching up the outside of my thigh to my hip pushing my skirt even higher. His fingers skimmed over the top of my leg and along the leg seam of my panties. I shivered as he dragged his finger slowly up my center over the crotch material. “My good little Angel like that doesn’t she,” Qui