I'm in Quill's arms as he kisses me deeply, his hands tracing over my body. No matter how much training or magick I learn, I feel so vulnerable with Quill.
He pulls me up from under the blanket, not taking too long to arouse me as his finger trace slow circles on my sex.
"O-oh!" I let out, as Quill moves his hands on my hips, and he begins to guide me into moving against him.
It's a steady tempo, and by the way his arms are taut and coiled, I know he wants to take over. But my own hips keep pace, and the only sound is our strained breathing or Quill kissing and sucking on my skin.
Soon though, I tire, and when my movements begin to lag, Quill takes over, using his arms to move me faster and harder. His length plunges deeper and deeper in me, and I let out moans as pleasure takes a hold of me.
When Quill finds the tempo he wants, he keeps up at it, and though I'm trying to stay at it, it's near impossible as his stamina is greater than mine.
