•T W E N T Y - E I G H T•

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⚠️😈NSFW WARNING 😈⚠️

NOLEE's POV
I giggled as Quinn and I made our way into his room. I'm far from drunk, but I am not afraid to admit the second mojito got me a little tipsy.

"I missed you so much." Quinn said, closing the door and backing me against it. "And as beautiful and perfect as you look in this dress, I might be able to appreciate it more if you weren't distracting me by wearing it."

I lightly moaned as he trailed his hands up my thighs and under the skirt of my dress. "I think I can help with that."

"Good." Quinn said, placing a quick kiss on my lips before pulling away from me and walking further into the room. I watched as he took off his suit coat and tie, placing them on hangers in the closet. He pulled our another hanger and placed it on the door knob before approaching me again. His eyes were glued to mine as he leaned against the door frame, just out of reach from me. His eyes slid down my body before looking back up. He still didn't touch me, but he watched, and waited.

I moved my hands up to the fasten on the back of my neck, letting the sleeves fall off my arms. I pulled the two pins out of my hair, placing them on the table by the door. I reached down to take my heels off, purposefully pushing my boobs a bit closer together. I stood back up and turned around, pulling hair up and out of the way so Quinn could pull the zipper of my dress down.

I felt his fingers brush over my shoulders before they found the zipper in the fabric. He learned forward and attached his lips to my neck, lightly biting and sucking as he pulled the zipper down. When he released the dress he also took his lips off of me. I whimpered at the loss of touch, but quickly was distracted by his roaming hands.

He let out a low groan when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra, only a lacy thong. I felt his hands lightly brush down my back then settle at my waist, his fingers toying with the fabric. His head fell onto my upper back, resting there, I could feel his breath on my back.

"I'll meet you on the bed." He spoke lowly, slowly pulling away from me. I watched as he took his belt off, then his shirt. I smirked as I walked past him, making my way to his bed. I laid down with my head on the pillows, relaxing.

Quinn walked around the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to me. He was hearing only his underwear, showing off the outline of his dick, even in the dark light. He slowly approached me, floating over me on the bed.

"Do you have any idea what you were doing to me all night?" He asked, leaning in so his lips were brushing against mine.

"No." I breathed onto his lips, wanting so bad to kiss him.

"You dancing around in that beautiful dress that I wanted to rip off you so bad. You look so beautiful. You were torturing me after not seeing you for two months." He spoke before attaching his lips to mine. He kissed me slow and held my waist. His rough hands felt so nice against my smooth skin, letting me know exactly what parts of his hands were touching me and where.

He trailed his lips down my neck, sucking every so often. I groaned, wanting him closer to me.

"Can I give you a hickey?" He asked, biting me lightly just under my collar bone.

"Yes." I half moaned, running my fingers through his hair.

He let out a low groan before he began to bite and suck at my collar bone. He trailed one hand down my body, covering my pussy with his palm. He slowly dragged his fingers between my folds, coating his fingers.

"You're so wet for me babe." Quinn told me, moving to my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipple.

He then easily slid two fingers into me, curling his fingers against me. I let out a soft whimper, wanting him to move faster. I grabbed the back of Quinn's head as he sucked at my breasts. He began to slide his fingers in and out of me. I arched my back, wanting more.

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