'Tis confusion!

Untitled Part 36

Q all but shoved me into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. "Damn, what's gotten into you?" I teased. He grinned devilishly. "More like, what's about to get into you," he teased, winking at me. " Oh yeah?" I gave him a long kiss, and pulled him backwards onto the bed, on top of me. He began kissing me deeply, frantically. All I could do was settle back and enjoy the feeling that was rushing over me. I felt passion and excitement, but also a sense of calm..almost familiarity. My head was still racing with thoughts. This chance meeting with Q had turned into something so real, so tangible. I brought myself back into the moment. Q had pulled back, and was quickly pulling his shirt over his head. He then leaned into me and pulled my top off, tossing it onto the floor next to me. He let his hands graze over my chest momentarily, and paused only slightly before sliding his hands further down my body. I reached forward in the dark and found the button on his jeans. I undid them as quickly as my shaking fingers would allow, and felt them fall to the ground. I traced my finger along the fabric of his boxer shorts, then hooked a finger onto either side and gave those a tug, too. Q mimicked my actions so smoothly, so effortlessly, that my skirt and underwear were on the floor before I even realized it. I could hear him whisper something under his breath as he continued to run his hands back up my body.

"Come again?" I asked softly. Q fumbled in the dark momentarily, before finding the switch for his bedside lamp. It illuminated the area closest to us, leaving the majority of the room in the dusk. "That's better. I want to see every inch of you." He reached for my hair and gently wound his hands through it, lifting it up and over my shoulder. I pulled a hair tie off my wrist. "Let me help." He smiled. "Teamwork. Atta girl." I blushed. Q stepped back, and we resumed play. He let his hands once again drift to my chest, this time letting his fingers linger over my breasts ever so slightly before he gave them a soft squeeze. I giggled and stood as still as I could handle. Q's digits drifted to my waist again, then dipped further. I leaned  forward a bit and let my fingers search below his waist. I found what I wanted, and softly began to run my fingers up and down. Q shivered noticeably, and I could tell my strokes were having the intended effect. He began to moan softly. Pulling me closer to him, he engaged me in a long, slow kiss, then threw me onto the bed. He leaned over me, looking like a jungle cat ready to pounce. I licked my lips slyly and grinned up at him in (what I could only pray was) a seductive manner. He continued to kiss me all over my body, starting with my lips, then my neck, then my collarbone... All the way down my body. He paused for only a second, right above my belly button, then I suddenly felt his tongue delve below the belt.  I squirmed with pleasure as Q's tongue moved flawlessly back and forth, up and down. He paused here and there, but only to leave tiny kisses down my hips and inner thighs. After a few minutes, he climbed on top of me, and slowly started rocking back and forth. It was just as good as previous times, if not better. He really started to get into into it- at one point, he flipped me over, grabbed my hair, and started to pull. I moaned softly, and he instantly stopped. "Did that hurt you?" I glanced back, grinned at him, and stuck my tongue out. "Yeah, it did...in all the right ways." He smiled, but still looked unsure. "Really?"

"Brian, don't second-guess it. In all honesty, I'd prefer it even harder." He grinned wickedly. "If you insist...."

"I do. I insist you don't hold back." He smiled again. "As you wish." The next thing I knew, I felt his hands entangled in my hair again. Then he pulled me backwards with a firm tug. I moaned again. "That's it baby. Just like that." He did it again, then slapped my ass firmly. " You like that babe? You like when I play rough?" 

"MMh, yeah."

"You like it when I touch you like that?  When I play rough?" He leaned forward and nibbled my ear. "The Q-man's got moves you can't even imagine babe, let me assure you of that." He rubbed my back. "I can do things that will make you crazy."

"So give it to me," I told him. "Actions speak louder than words. I want some action, hard and fast."

"Your wish is my command." With that, Q flipped me over once again, and started thrusting even harder than before. His headboard was literally banging against the wall. I could hear the bedsprings squeaking below us.  I wondered briefly if the others could hear us, then realized I didn't care. We kept going..and going. Our breathing was coming in gasps and grunts, and I could feel beads of perspiration on my forehead. Q grinned down at me. "Still..enjoying...yourself? Had enough?" I beamed up at him. "Gimme all you got, Q-man. I can take it." I looked up at him- forehead glistening, eyes locked onto mine, both of us moving together like one fluid body. It was incredible. A few more minutes passed, and we ended the way we'd started- a firm, solid kiss on the lips, a gentle nibble on my ear, and a firm, yet gentle thrust. 

I lay there, unable to move. Q flopped down next to me. "You. Are. Perfect." I blushed. "You're no slouch either."