If moans had a taste, Shrader’s would be the sweetest. Her skin was the softest, the best to feel against his own. Her kisses still made his heart beat faster than the speed of light. Her muscles pulled him in, forcing another deep moan to come from him. Being inside of her was one of the best sensations, only second to hear those three powerful words roll off her tongue.
She exhaled a confirmation and there was no holding back the smirk that appeared in his expression. Open mouthed kisses on the flesh of her neck, dotting them closer to her throat, he retrieved from inside of her and sat back on his heels with his hands still tight on her hips. Quentin wet his lips at the sight. Legs spread and thighs clenched, her chest heaving from heavy breathing. And he allowed himself to be selfish. Tonight she was his.
Q massaged his thumbs over her hip bones before smoothing his palms over her bum. Squeezing and caressing. Hands up the small of her back, he sat her up, dipping his head so their lips met. Before he got carried away, he turned her over so she was on her knees. Her back was her weak spot, much like his scalp was his. His dexterous fingers trailed up and down her spine. He leaned down and peppered more kisses where his fingers played.
It was fun to tease, but he wanted her now. Room service wasn’t going to take their time; they didn’t have the hint of they actvities. He took himself in hand and entered her for the second time.
After a while, she gave up trying to think. She didn’t imagine anyone’s face, she didn’t try to have a conversation with herself, she didn’t even bother to filter through the passionate words exhaling out of her mouth. She focused on the sensation his lips left behind on her throat, the push and pull of his hips tight against hers, the sound of his moans in her ear. Chills shot up and down her skin when he sighed so close to her, pulling breathless noises from her chest, her fingers pressing into his shoulders, as if she were afraid of falling.
She was coated in a fine layer of sweat by the time he pulled away and sat up, a rush of air cooling her off. She put her fingers in the front of her hair, trying to catch her breath, watching him watch her. She sighed into each touch his hands laid on her body, obediently following his silent commands to sit up, her back pressing up to reach his kiss. Her heart beat hard and fast, waiting for him to make the move.
And he did - onto her knees, his hand immediately splaying onto her spine, her back arching in response and a gasp transformed into long, soft sigh. He textured her skin with his lips. Shrader opened her mouth to praise him, but her words cut short in her throat and were replaced by a moan as he pushed into her again. An ecstatic cuss made it halfway out, maybe, she couldn’t tell, as her hand pushed into the headboard and her hips sat back into him.
A shiver laced her nerves again and again. With eyes wadded shut and mouth ajar, she could think of only one thing to say, “Quentin.”