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.
