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His azure gaze faded at the sight of the second hand ticking away. Every second that passed felt like a moment lost with Quinn which he was helpless to get back. Seconds would turn into minutes which turned into hours–and he had twelve of them to spare, several of which he needed for rest. He had to take into account the time it would take to rest, pack, drive to the airport, and wait through security to make his flight–ultimately, he had only an hour or two to spare.
“I don’t trust the glasses they leave in the bathroom so I guess we’ll just have to take turns drinking from the bottle.” Quinn sighed as she came back into the main room, “It would have been nice if they sent us glasses as well…”
Her attention shifted towards Aymeric, who still had his eyes on his watch as if staring at it would make time flow slower. Quinn glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, shocked to see that it was such a late hour. With a knitted brow, she once again abandoned the wine and crawled onto the bed, gently nudging Aymeric’s arm down so that he could look at her, not his watch.
Quinn’s gaze became that of a half-lidded one as she studied him, the sadness in her eyes apparent as the realization hit her. Aymeric lay there with thin lips in a taught line, knowing well what she was thinking.
“What time is your flight tomorrow?” she asked, though the crack in her voice was unsettling.
“Noon.”
“...Do you really have to go?”
That painful question left her lips. He didn’t want to hear it. The answer was obvious, yet she asked it anyway as if he would drop everything for her. That was simply impossible. The last four days were of a comfort to him–being out and about, meeting new people, doing good for his company...finding Quinn was simply the icing on the cake, yet all indulgences must eventually come to an end. How he wished he could stay with her, curled up in bed and making love to her whenever they so desired. There was so much more he wanted to do with her, dates they could go on, movies they could see, places they could go to…
If only she could come with him.
“Unfortunately,” he said with a soft tone, “my vacation officially ends today. I even have a phone conference to attend not even an hour after my flight lands…”
He reached for her, pressing his palm to her cheek and watching as she nuzzled into it.
“Why do you have to be from Coerthas?” she asked with a bitter smile, “Why couldn’t you be a town over?”
Aymeric smiled back at her, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, “…Distance does make the heart grow fonder, does it not?”
“…it still doesn’t make it any less painful departing.” she shot back. Aymeric grinned and pulled her down for a kiss,
“I’m still here for now.” he hummed, “So, no tears, alright?”
“Will you stay the night?”
“I should really go back to my hotel…”
It pained him to say such a thing, especially having already dodged a bullet with the night becoming that of an awkward disaster moments prior. He fought with his better judgment once more–to stay with Quinn a little longer, or to be responsible and head to bed for a full night’s rest…?
Quinn glanced over at the clock once more, “...An hour?”
“Hm?”
“…You can have me for another hour, perhaps?”
“Quinn…”
“Aymeric.” she moved his hand from her cheek down to her chest, forming his palm around her breast, “…If you’re going to leave me so soon, then why don’t you give me something to remember you by?”
He felt the air escape his lungs as he gently squeezed her supple flesh through her dress, causing her to squeak with delight. She was a temptress—Quinn knew that he was about to put his work before her, so she took on the role of being ‘his most beautiful distraction’. Aymeric knew that one hour wouldn’t be enough: he could easily hold her for two, maybe even three. But the longer he stayed, the harder it would be to find a Kwehber to take him back. But, oh, the pleading look in her eyes were like a puppy dog begging for attention.
…but when would he get the next chance to fuck his newly beloved? A month from now? Two? Three, even? Who knows when their schedules would allow it. Did he truly want to leave her wanting for him? Did he truly want to leave wanting for her?
Did he want to leave the impression on her that his work was more important? Would he do that again to another?
Against his better judgment, Aymeric accepted the future consequences of his actions. He had to put Quinn before his work—he didn’t want the opposite to become a habit again. He pressed another kiss to her lips as he began to unbutton his shirt, Quinn of course assisting him in the process. Her hands immediately went to his bare shoulder, gripping him firmly and pulling him into her space. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip as she ached for more kisses, more tongue, more rough movements as she became his plaything. Aymeric did what he could to deliver, their lips mashing together with passionate kisses and rough hands grabbing at her breasts and thighs. He finally gave in, lips parting against the edge of her jaw as he demanded,
“Get undressed for me.”
The dress had to go. Everything had to go. There had to be nothing between them. He needed that skin-to-skin contact. Had it not been his favorite, he may have even ripped the damn thing off of her. She unclipped the back of the dress and stood up to let it fall for the floor. The grand reveal. All his. Something ferocious dwelled deep within his core, fueling him to truly make the night worth remembering. Aymeric studied her, from her long and elegant neck down to her full breasts and all the way to the soft dip in her hips.
He wouldn’t allow himself to falter as he did the other night. He was no longer a virgin to the feminine form. He knew the noises she made that day were absent the previous night. He would right his wrongs that evening.
“You’re staring like you’re going to eat me up.” she giggled,
“I’m merely trying to decide on what to do with you.” he muttered, his hands instinctively going to her hips to pull her closer to him,
“Or buying time? I did wear you out just a little bit ago.”
He felt a heat rise to his ears and cheeks as she teased him. But he knew his body better than anyone. He wasn’t just a ‘one-and-done’
…at least, he had hoped.
“What other demands do you have for me?” she asked as she began to run her fingers through his hair.
“No more than requesting that you give yourself to me tonight.” he hummed, pressing a kiss to her abdomen, “And that when the time comes, you sing your loudest melody for me.”
“That last part depends on you.” she whispered, shifting herself so that she sat precariously in his lap, thighs gently squeezing his sides, “But I won’t stifle myself if that’s what you’re asking for.”
“You won’t be disappointed.” Aymeric grunted before taking her breast wholly in his mouth to suckle. She let forth a soft moan, just as he expected, and his palms began to map her body while his teeth sank into the supple flesh. The act alone allowed him to stir, his body once again beginning to ache for her touch. He moved on from her breast to her neck, his tongue dragging along every inch of her skin to take in the taste. Yet Quinn wanted more, moving away from him for a moment before delving in to continue their hungry and needy kisses from before.
Once more the taste was sweet, her breath heavy and hot against his lips, her fingers twirling to the root of his hair as her hips tilted back and forth against his touch. His hot palms gripped her ass as she bit his bottom lip–all the while his cock stiffened beneath her, gently sloping upwards, begging to be touched once more.
With bated breath she jerked her hips back, rubbing her aching cunt against his shaft,
“You want to fuck me right now, don’t you?” she sighed against his lips, eyes fluttering with a sly smile.
“Gods, I do.” he muttered under his breath, his eyes falling to the little space between them. It would only take but a swift movement to bury himself into her and have her ride him yet again. He pondered what it would be like—to have himself enveloped in her sweetness, to touch every corner without a barrier between them, to see his cum spill out of her as they finished. A white hot urge burned in his core, yet he bit his lip in protest.
Being a bastard himself, he’d rather not take the chance .
As she used her fingers to splay herself for him, he gently pressed his lips to hers while shifting his cock away from her, “…but I think we should use protection this time.”
Quinn was receptive to the request, stealing a quick kiss before she abandoned him for the condom. This gave him a moment to collect himself and his thoughts, for he almost allowed his need for indulgence to go too far. He took the time to reposition himself on the bed, and Quinn turned back to see him laying on his side and inviting her to join him with the curl of his fingers. Curiously, she crawled back onto the bed with the rubber in hand, Aymeric taking it from her grasp and encouraging her to lay on her back.
Aymeric exhaled slowly before pressing another kiss to her—soft, gentle, almost loving in a way and a stark contrast from the kisses they shared before. Again Quinn was receptive to him, allowing their kisses to remain chaste to the point a faint smile appeared on her lips with a glimmer in her eyes.
“I love you.” his breath hitched for a moment as he jerked his shaft, “And I want you to feel nothing but loved while I fuck you.”
Before she could reply his lips mashed against hers. A soft moan escaped her right before she felt him pull her leg over his hip. He came from behind, burying himself deep within her with one hand holding her thigh and the other wrapped around her, holding her, gripping her breast with zeal while his kisses were passionate. Quinn lay there in a moment of shock as her body shifted against his–the rough slap of his hips against her ass being the only sound between them until their lips parted, their kiss lingering with the subtle bit of spit connecting them. Their gaze upon the other was tense, Quinn’s eyes fluttering while Aymeric’s were trained on her visage.
He wanted…no…needed to make her sing.
Repeating her actions from the morn, Aymeric licked the tips of his fingers before dragging them down between her legs. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, hiding his flushed features as he began to softly stroke her amidst his thrusts. Like an instrument of sorts, she began to emit noises that forced him to thrust harder and harder until her moans were choppy and strewn along with his name. He held her close, embracing her and pressing soft kisses to her neck as his finger strokes varied between firm and featherlike.
“Does it feel good?” he huffed into her ear before grazing the tip with his teeth, “Please, tell me if it hurts.”
She gasped at his touch as he pressed harder against her clit, her hips soon rolling along with his to match his rhythm,
“Good,” she whimpered, “so good.”
She was obviously lost in her lust with the glazed-over look in her eyes and the subtle pout in her lips, the tip of her tongue inching out and begging to meet his again. Aymeric obliged with another deep kiss to his beloved, yet it was swiftly abandoned when Quinn let forth a soft grunt.
Her hips jerked forward and her legs began to quake, the soft flesh between her thighs becoming damp and sticky as his name spilled from the back of her throat.
Music to his ears. And what a treat to have heard it twice in an evening.
Aymeric joined her chorus, moaning her name in return as he felt himself just on the brink of his own climax.
“So beautiful…” he whispered against her flesh, pressing a wet kiss to her shoulder while his hand dragged from her heat back to the thickness of her thigh for support. He wanted to push harder, to roll her onto her belly and fuck her properly from behind. However, before he could satiate his carnal need, her gentle hand went to his sweat-soaked locks and gave them a firm tug.
He cocked his head in the direction of her hand, wincing slightly before he realized that the pain…was rather pleasurable.
“Shit.” he muttered under his breath as his hips smacked against her one last time and allowing for his release. He released his grip on her thigh, rolling into her to embracing her from behind as he experienced the jolt of pleasure run up his spine. Quinn ran her hands along his forearms, smirking a softly moaning as she felt him twitch inside of her. She took a moment to take in the feeling of his arms—how strong he was, how firm his grasp was around her, how his whole being towered over her. As intimidating as it may have been, she felt safe.
She felt loved.
“I’m going to miss you so gods damned much.” Aymeric whispered into her ear, “I’m willing to only get three hours of sleep if it means I get to stay like this with you.”
“You can always nap on the plane.” Quinn chuckled, “Personally, I’d rather stay up all night if it means we get to spend time together.”
“…Quinn,” Aymeric kissed the back of her neck, “...let’s shower…and then I want you to tell me every detail about yourself until dawn.”
“Every detail?” she mused, “Where’s the fun in that? A girl must leave some things a mystery.”
Aymeric softly chuckled, “Alright, maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself there.”
“No, I understand.” Quinn rolled over so that their gazes could meet. Her smile was so radiant, one could assume it was daytime already. Aymeric couldn’t help but to smile back at her, “I’ll open up to you as much as you open up to me.”
“I’ve not much to hide.” Aymeric assured her, “Though I can’t say my life has been that of a riveting one.”
“It doesn’t matter to me.” Quinn grinned at him, “I want to hear it all.”
Aymeric obliged, and eventually the couple shared tidbits and stories with each other as the night went on–even their shared shower was filled with playful banter. Yet as the clock hit four am they each found themselves exhausted, eyes fluttering shut mid-conversation until sleep had taken them both.
Three hours later, Aymeric’s dreaded alarm went off…