“Fuck,” Nora groaned. A high-pitched, breathy whine tumbled from her lips when Quinn moaned and squeezed her ass harder. “Quinn…”
“I know.” Quinn dragged her lips over the hinge of Nora’s jaw. She rubbed her cheek against Nora’s and panted against her ear as she struggled to catch her breath. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Nora whimpered and dropped her head back against the glass. Her chest heaved with her every breath, and a slow smile curved her lips as she blinked her eyes open. “How are you even real?”
“How are you? Women as perfect as you aren’t supposed to exist,” Quinn leaned in for another kiss, and arched a brow when Nora stopped her advance by pressing a finger to her lips.
“You’re indulging me tonight, remember?”
Quinn smiled against Nora’s finger. “Baby, I’m trying to,” she pointed out, squeezing Nora’s ass again for emphasis. “But you—”
Affection flashed in Nora’s eyes as she replaced her finger with her lips. The kiss was hard and frustratingly chaste as she dragged her hand down Quinn’s neck to press against her chest. “Bed.”
Quinn nodded. She clung to Nora as she allowed herself to be pushed backward, one slow step at a time until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Her head spun as Nora kissed her slow and deep as deft fingers made quick work of her clothes, jeans and underwear shoved impatiently to the floor, her Santa hat tossed blindly toward the windows, and her necklace dropped to the bed before her shirt and hoodie were sent in the vicinity of her hat, and she struggled to catch her breath as those nimble hands slid over her body to unclasp her bra before sending it to the floor as well.
A whispered, “Please,” tumbled from her lips as she set about stripping Nora bare, her hands shaking with her desperation to feel the softness of Nora’s skin against her own.
She pressed reverent kisses to every inch of newly revealed skin, savoring the taste and the smell and the feeling of Nora’s nails scratching against her waist, her shoulders, and her scalp as she moved lower. A low sigh rumbled in the back of her throat when the last of Nora’s clothes were shed, and she swept her hands over the backs of Nora’s thighs, tracing the bulge of her calves and the taut line of her hamstrings as she rose. Her hands swept over the glorious curve of Nora’s behind as she took a pert nipple between her lips and suckled it until a plaintive mewl beckoned her onward, her fingers drifting along the subtle dip of Nora’s spine as she rose to her full height. Her pulse beat an erratic staccato as she pressed her forehead to Nora’s, and her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest when Nora’s hands drifted up her sides to cradle her breasts.
Quinn gasped when Nora’s thumbs dragged over her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her clit, and grabbed Nora’s waist in an attempt to steady herself as the hands on her breasts lifted and squeezed possessively before pressing her firmly backward.
She was too lost to the strength of Nora’s hands and the heavenly softness of Nora’s lips against her throat to even notice the coolness of the sheets against her back as she was guided further onto the bed, and she hummed appreciatively when Nora’s lips finally found hers as she settled against her side. Their hands wandered as they traded slow, deep, decadent kisses, seeking out the spots that made the other whimper and moan, and Quinn groaned when strong fingers wrapped around her wrist to pull her hand from Nora’s ass.
“Shh,” Nora murmured, dragging the tip of her nose along the line of Quinn’s as she guided her hand over her head. “You’re indulging me tonight, remember?”
A fresh wave of arousal crashed between Quinn’s thighs, and she nodded as her hand was pressed into the pillow.
“Mm, good girl.”
“Oh god,” Quinn croaked.
Nora brushed a smile of a kiss over Quinn’s lips as she took her other hand and guided it above her head. “You like this?”
Quinn nodded.
“Me too.” Nora ghosted another kiss that was too soft and goddamn fleeting for Quinn’s liking over her lips. She tightened her grip on Quinn’s wrists, pressing them back into the pillow. “Will you be able to keep these here on your own?”
Though Quinn was fairly confident that shecould, the idea of surrendering to Nora was too enticing to resist, and she relaxed her shoulders so that her arms all but melted into the pillows. “No.”
Her arousal spiked at the way the fingers around her wrists flexed as Nora sucked in a sharp breath, and her pulse beat heavily in her throat when Nora shifted to straddle her waist. She bit the inside of her cheek as she committed the vision of Nora sitting astride her to memory, and her eyes widened when there was an unmistakable clatter of plastic followed by a dancing rainbow of light.
Nora held up the necklace Quinn had dropped to the bed earlier, casting a kaleidoscope of color over the soft, pale skin of her belly and breasts, and she arched a brow as she asked, “Yes?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Quinn whimpered.
Nora leaned forward to lash her wrists to a slat in the headboard with the necklace, her hips shifting with her effort, smearing the evidence of just how much she was enjoying this over Quinn’s stomach until she sat back with a satisfied nod. “Okay?”
Quinn tensed and gave the bindings a light tug. “Perfect.”
“Good.” Nora trailed her fingers along Quinn’s arms as she returned to straddling her waist, and a small smile quirked her lips as she drank in the sight of Quinn beneath her. “You know, I do believe Christmas lights are starting to grow on me.”
Quinn laughed and rolled her hips up into Nora. “Me too.”
Nora’s eyes darkened as she surged forward to capture Quinn’s lips in a deep, messy kiss.
Quinn squirmed and arched into Nora’s hands that swept over her body as she eagerly met every plunging thrust of Nora’s tongue, and she groaned when Nora pulled back just enough to whisper, “Do you like toys?”
Oh god.Quinn’s eyes rolled back in her head as she very, very nearly came, and she licked her lips as she nodded. She watched, utterly spellbound as Nora turned to pull open the top drawer of the nightstand on the right side of the bed, wondering just what Nora had in mind. Her clit throbbed when Nora held up a pale blue vibrator, clearly seeking permission, and she rasped, “Yes,” as she nodded again.
