It was a short ride up one level to an exposed walkway that ran between two of the townhouses, and after a dozen more thoroughly distracted, stumbling steps, Quinn yelped when a doorknob punched her in the kidney.
Nora jolted away with a horrified, “Sorry!”
“It’s fine.” Quinn grabbed Nora’s ass and pulled her close. “Doorknob just got me,” she explained as she dipped her head to recapture Nora’s lips. Her stomach swooped when Nora melted into her with a moan, and she echoed the sound a moment later when Nora’s hands slipped under her shirt to press against her skin.
She guided Nora onto her thigh as their kisses deepened and hands began to wander, their tongues stroking and sliding with increasing desperation as they surged together. She flexed her fingers into Nora’s ass as blunt nails drew encouraging stripes from her shoulder blades to the waistband of her jeans, and an entirely indecent sound escaped her when Nora’s hands swept over her sides to palm her breasts. Stars flashed behind her eyes and her knees threatened to buckle when nimble fingers closed around her nipples, and she gasped as she tore her mouth away to plead, “Inside?”
Nora dragged her thumbs over Quinn’s nipples, her eyelashes fluttering as they stiffened beneath her touch. She took a deep breath as she pulled her hands from Quinn’s shirt, but didn’t move off her thigh as she nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “We have to be quiet, so we don’t wake Fort.”
Quinn nodded and gave Nora’s hips a plaintive little push. “Please.”
She held her breath as Nora unlocked the front door, and let it go in a rush when Nora took her hand and pulled her inside. A giggle threatened to bubble free at the ridiculousness of being a grown-ass adult and sneaking into a house with a girl, but the urge disappeared the moment Nora led her into a sprawling bedroom suite just off the foyer.
Quinn had just registered the view of boats adorned with twinkling, festive lights through the sliding glass doors that made up the entire far wall when the quiet click of a lock drew her attention. She licked her lips as Nora sauntered toward her, and groaned when Nora’s lips slanted over her own. She fell into Nora’s arms, the fit so smooth and perfect it was as if they’d been doing it for years, and she offered no resistance when a firm hand on her hip urged her toward the bed.
Quinn hummed encouragingly when Nora’s hands dipped back beneath her shirt and hoodie, and when Nora gave them a questioning tug, she reached down and yanked them off over her head.
“Someone’s eager,” Nora murmured as Quinn tossed them aside.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Quinn sassed as she reached for the hems of Nora’s tops. Her stomach flipped at the sultry smile Nora gave her as she lifted her arms with soft, trusting eyes. Quinn bit her lip as she removed Nora’s shirt and sweatshirt with far more care than she’d shown her own. Her gaze raked over Nora’s body, lingering on her full breasts cradled in a pink demi cup bra, and she shook her head as she pulled her back into her with a rough, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You are,” Nora whispered, her eyes already at half-mast and her lips parted expectantly as she wrapped a hand around the back of Quinn’s neck.
Quinn bent her head to the pressure of the hand on her nape, meeting and matching the intensity of Nora’s kiss as their hands took on lives of their own, touching and caressing and stripping off the remainder of the clothes that separated them until they were finally able to come together with nothing between them.
Their kisses slowed as they basked in the electric sensation of skin sliding against skin and the taste of desire, so rich and potent on the other’s lips. A slow, liquid shiver trickled down her spine when the hand on her hip pulled her forward, guiding her between Nora’s legs as she pressed her down onto the bed.
Her mouth went dry at the slick press of arousal against her stomach, and she braced her weight on her elbows as she cradled Nora’s breasts in her hands. She rolled her hips forward as she dipped her head to drag her lips over a rosy nipple, delighting in the way it stiffened to an even tighter point at her touch.
Nora arched her back off the bed with a desperate, “God, please.”
Quinn’s clit pulsed at the hunger in Nora’s plea, and she pressed Nora’s breasts together as she captured the nipple she’d been teasing between her lips. She brought the bud to a tight point with heavy sucks and fluttering licks while attending to the other with her fingers, pinching, rolling, and tugging in time with the pull of her mouth, luxuriating in the way Nora writhed beneath her.
A hand in her hair urged her higher, but she resisted its call until an utterly wrecked, “Vær så snill, Quinn,” finally convinced her to move.
She moaned as she sucked against Nora’s nipple as she pulled back, stretching it to its limit before it fell from her lips with a satisfyingpop. The hand in her hair tugged again, and she shifted her weight to her left side as she lifted her head to murmur a playful, “Yes?” against Nora’s lips.
Nora wrapped a hand around the back of Quinn’s neck to urge her lips closer as she husked, “Touch me.”
Quinn kissed Nora hungrily as she trailed her right hand over the soft swell of Nora’s belly, and she wasn’t sure which of them moaned louder when her fingers dipped into the veritable ocean of desire that waited for her at the crux of Nora’s thighs.
“How many do you like?” Quinn asked as she stroked through slick, swollen folds.
Nora groaned as she spread her legs wider. She canted her hips entreatingly and pleaded, “Two. I like two.”
Quinn pressed her forehead to Nora’s as she dipped her fingers lower to toy with her entrance, and her breath caught at the euphoric look that flashed across Nora’s face as she pressed inside. “You feel so good,” she rasped as hot velvet pulled her deeper.
Nora gasped when Quinn’s thrust bottomed out, and hooked a leg over her hip to hold her close as she ground against the heel of her hand. Her eyes fluttered, her lips falling open with a breathy, trembling moan when Quinn curled her fingers to caress hidden ridges, and she tossed her head, a brief, high-pitched whine escaping her when Quinn began to pull out.
“I’ve got you,” Quinn murmured, stalling her retreat when only her fingertips were sheathed and quickly reversing course, adding her hips to her next thrust that finished with a light slap of her palm on Nora’s clit. She lingered in the contact, flexing her forearm and pressing that little bit harder with her hips to deliver the pressure Nora seemed to enjoy for a few moments before pulling away. She dragged her lips over Nora’s jaw to nip at her earlobe as she thrust again, harder this time, the pause at the end to grind against Nora’s clit shortened as she endeavored to match the steady, desperate rock of Nora’s hips.
Her own arousal rose as Nora’s hands stroked over her arms, her sides, her breasts, fingers digging into the curve of her shoulders as she rose to meet her thrusts, a string of barely-intelligible English and Norwegian gasps and moans and pleas falling from her lips as she arched into every purposeful grind. She whispered words of encouragement against Nora’s ear and pressed them into her skin with her lips as she curved her fingers against the fluttering heat that opened so beautifully for her on every thrust and tightened needfully around her in a bid to slow her every retreat.
“Oh, god, Quinn…” Nora moaned, tossing her head and arching her back as she chased that ultimate release.
“That’s it,” Quinn encouraged, twisting her wrist to press her thumb to Nora’s clit. “Let go, beautiful.”
That steady pressure was all Nora needed to tumble into orgasm, and two thrusts later, she was crying out and clenching around Quinn’s fingers as pleasure overwhelmed her.
