Let's Make It Last - A Faberry Fanfiction

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She grinned, before pushing her lips against mine - bruising them and plying them apart with her tongue.
Her hands are now swatting away my own, and her shirt is pulled open, buttons flying everywhere.
I hold onto her shoulders desperately, arching towards her and backing into the door at once when she suddenly pushes my legs apart and slides a thigh between them.
"Jesus," I moan, when she scratches down my sides, while reaching behind my back, trailing hands up the arch of it and quickly unsnapping my bra - too quick, Quinn. We have time, we have-
She soon traps her hands in the shirt I'm still sort of wearing, and still pushes me against the wall with every thrust of her hips.
Her hands are back on my stomach, sliding upwards, and she's barely giving me a chance to breathe.
"How many times have you thought about it, Rachel?" She says, her voice low and shaky. "Because I have, so many times." She whispers.
The friction Quinn is creating is delicious - and it's driving me crazy and yet not even close to pushing me over.
And we both want this to last.
We both want this to last as long as possible.
Quinn thumbs my breast again, and then brings her hands back to my wrists, still holding them against the door, before lowering her head and nudging her bra away from her breasts with her nose. "You're so-" she says, her eyes almost burning a hole in my chest.
She peppers a trail of kisses right down the middle of her sternum, before flicking a tongue out against her already painfully hard nipple.
I instantly close my eyes, unable to keep them open after that.
I start rubbing against her, whose soft, breathy moan when she sucks, hard, for just a few seconds, gets me wet all over again.
"Quinn, please-"
"No," she says, with a small, sharp bite. "It's all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing." She states, breathing heavily.
I roll my eyes back into my head, and look for a physical contact: my fingers finally reach for Quinn's hands, still pushing against my wrist, but the message is understood, and seconds later our hands tangle together.
Quinn lowers one hand, reaching for my thigh - and soon her knuckles are brushing up against my panties.
We kiss again - passionately -, and then she suddenly pulls my panties down - just about far enough to reach inside of them with two long, slender fingers that stroke their way down and then hover, being careful not to touch anything that matters.
I rock my hips forwards and give her an almost pleading look.
The thigh between my legs drops away, and it's  so hard to hold myself upright; the angle isn't ideal because Quinn is tall—taller, now, than she's ever been before; but we both don't care.
And when she bends down enough to pull my - now completely destroyed - panties off the rest of the way, she makes me feel her touch: her nails scratch up my inner thigh hard enough to leave marks, making me spreading my legs even more.
Quinn's fingers swipe past my clit, and soon they're pushing inside of me, slowly and with just enough burn for me to be able to barely breathe.
"God, Rachel- you're so fucking tight." She says, without stopping.
Next thing I know, I almost fall down, when Quinn lowers on her knees, pushing up my skirt and disappearing underneath it.
And at the first touch of her tongue, I feel like I'm going to come in about five and a half seconds.
She adds a finger - three of them now, stretching in a way that's uncomfortable but so right - and her tongue still pressed up against my clit, drawing something that feels vaguely like a letter - like she's marking me.
My hands grip Quinn's shoulders as she spare arm presses me against the door.
She pulls away just long enough to glance up and say "Come for me, Rachel. Let go, now."
Her tongue rubs at my clit before sucking on it lightly.
She stands up - her arm still pressed onto my waist. She presses a wet hand against my cheek and licks her lips until they're not shiny anymore.
I wait for my heart to stop hammering.