The entire world in that moment consisted of only what happened in this hotel room; just him and her forever. No regrets. No thinking. Just the feeling of their bodies dancing together to create magic. Every moment inside of her was one he wanted to revel in. Shrader pleaded and he complied, snapping his hips harder and faster, gripping her hands with the same amount of intensity. And he was already sweating, face hot from the movement and the sensation of the pulling in his abdomen.
He thrusted his hips with speed and vigor, lips clumsily bumping against hers. Quentin loved the closeness, chests pressed together, more than anything. But he wanted this to be a night she’d remember, to look back on and only think of how it felt for him to be inside of her and when she came. “Baby, I’m gonna turn you around, okay?” He smoothed a heated kiss onto her neck before taking her hips and lifting them higher.
He kicked it into high gear almost immediately after she’d asked, hands locking overhead and sweat slicking between them, and she got a wild satisfaction out of picturing her father, sobbing on his new wife’s shoulder, bawling about what a mistake he’d made and what a terrible father he was and how sorry he knew he would be - and her, moaning in her boyfriend’s ear in a hotel room, grunting and sighing with arousal and angst not two hours after their separation. She felt herself wind up tighter, her muscles pulling at him from inside, eyes shut tight in pleasure-pain. It was all the work with all the payoff, forehead dotted with sweat and seeing droplets peel down his face.
Her knuckles went white with the force of her grip, mouth against his and moaning down his throat each time he pistoned in and sighing every time he retreated. Toes curled, thighs clenched, and loving the friction between their chests, hips, hands. His voice pulled a sound out of her that, to anyone else, might have resembled a string of agony, but the low-timber tones and the vibration in his chest and the words themselves - turn around.
“Yes,” she barely breathed out, nodding, catching the same exhale as he lifted her hips and the sigh formed a sound that caught in her throat where he’d kissed - head reeling back and exposing her neck and the sound smoking all the way from her chest to her lips.