soft kiss. As they sink further into the sofa her hand traces up his bicep, across his shoulder and finds its way to the sharp point of his strong jaw. Quinn’s free hand squeezes her firmly as it trails down her back and pauses on her robe tie. His warm delicious tongue gently coaxes her to reunite as they dance slowly into a familiar whirl of heated breath. Monica exhales into his mouth and frantically scrambles to lift his shirt off. She needs to feel his skin; to see the beautiful branches that twist around his body. With a swift move the shirt is forgotten, his tattoo as vibrant as ever, and his lips resume their rightful place. He eases the tie of her robe loose and slides his hands inside, claiming her warm naked body.
“Oh Monica… I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers with that cracking voice.
She can literally feel the weight of his words as his lips tremble and his eyes swell over. She’s overcome as emotion takes full control. Her tears join his as their kisses grow harder and more frantic. His hands slide along her thighs and the curves of her hips. Her fingers dive beneath the small of his back in search of his firm behind. She fights the drawstring of his pants and struggles to free him. There’s a little smirk on his face as he unties the string and rids himself of the plaid pajamas. She returns a slight smile and sits up to slide her arms out of the robe, but he quickly pins the sleeves back into the cushions before she’s free. Her naked body is exposed, but her arms are unable to move. He hovers above with a dark gaze reflecting his pain, and need for her complete surrender.
Anything… do anything you want. I’m yours. Completely. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispers through her trembling lips.
A tear falls from his face and slides down the trail already drawn on her cheek. He stays frozen above her, stilling his breath and reading her eyes. He looks like he’s going to say something, but he just gnaws at his lower lip. Please don’t leave me again! I couldn’t take it if you did it again! He releases her arms and sits back on the sofa, defeated.
Monica sits up, in a very un-Monica-like way, gracefully slides her arms out of the robe and climbs onto his lap. With the gesture he welcomes her into his arms as their naked bodies sync in breath, movement, and temperature. She looks down into his ocean and dives in for a taste. With one hand tangling into her hair and the other grasping her round behind, he lifts her off the couch. Her legs cling to him tightly as he steadies his stance and carries her to a large four poster bed in the next room. Its softness is as welcoming as the sofa.
Their bodies twist and rock together as they rediscover nearly every forgotten inch. Monica’s fingers trace along the outline of the branches that hug his torso. Quinn’s lips graze along to outermost skin on the edge of her right breast. The tickle and heat from his stubble make her nipples tighten. The chills spike firmly across her entire body as he draws his tongue along the tip of her perfect pink point. She watches his mouth descend and devour her breast. His hand takes what his mouth can’t, and he declares what’s his.
Monica’s fingers knead into his back and firm shoulders. His muscles feel larger than before. Maybe she just tried to forget everything about his body because no one could compare. No one else has ever had this effect on her. His lips make their way down her stomach and along her pelvic bone, delivering suckling kisses with his full strong lips. No other mouth could turn her inside out. There’s never an ordinary move, never a meager gesture. How could I have left any of this?
And he can’t restrain himself from tasting her for the first time in more than three months. Her body quickly responds with tight, nearly painful contractions as her muscles yearn for him deep within. His tongue greets her swollen lips as her back arches off the mattress in sweet pleasure.
“Oh Monica… I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers with that cracking voice.
She can literally feel the weight of his words as his lips tremble and his eyes swell over. She’s overcome as emotion takes full control. Her tears join his as their kisses grow harder and more frantic. His hands slide along her thighs and the curves of her hips. Her fingers dive beneath the small of his back in search of his firm behind. She fights the drawstring of his pants and struggles to free him. There’s a little smirk on his face as he unties the string and rids himself of the plaid pajamas. She returns a slight smile and sits up to slide her arms out of the robe, but he quickly pins the sleeves back into the cushions before she’s free. Her naked body is exposed, but her arms are unable to move. He hovers above with a dark gaze reflecting his pain, and need for her complete surrender.
Anything… do anything you want. I’m yours. Completely. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispers through her trembling lips.
A tear falls from his face and slides down the trail already drawn on her cheek. He stays frozen above her, stilling his breath and reading her eyes. He looks like he’s going to say something, but he just gnaws at his lower lip. Please don’t leave me again! I couldn’t take it if you did it again! He releases her arms and sits back on the sofa, defeated.
Monica sits up, in a very un-Monica-like way, gracefully slides her arms out of the robe and climbs onto his lap. With the gesture he welcomes her into his arms as their naked bodies sync in breath, movement, and temperature. She looks down into his ocean and dives in for a taste. With one hand tangling into her hair and the other grasping her round behind, he lifts her off the couch. Her legs cling to him tightly as he steadies his stance and carries her to a large four poster bed in the next room. Its softness is as welcoming as the sofa.
Their bodies twist and rock together as they rediscover nearly every forgotten inch. Monica’s fingers trace along the outline of the branches that hug his torso. Quinn’s lips graze along to outermost skin on the edge of her right breast. The tickle and heat from his stubble make her nipples tighten. The chills spike firmly across her entire body as he draws his tongue along the tip of her perfect pink point. She watches his mouth descend and devour her breast. His hand takes what his mouth can’t, and he declares what’s his.
Monica’s fingers knead into his back and firm shoulders. His muscles feel larger than before. Maybe she just tried to forget everything about his body because no one could compare. No one else has ever had this effect on her. His lips make their way down her stomach and along her pelvic bone, delivering suckling kisses with his full strong lips. No other mouth could turn her inside out. There’s never an ordinary move, never a meager gesture. How could I have left any of this?
And he can’t restrain himself from tasting her for the first time in more than three months. Her body quickly responds with tight, nearly painful contractions as her muscles yearn for him deep within. His tongue greets her swollen lips as her back arches off the mattress in sweet pleasure.
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