Page 131 of Timeless
“Frustrating but nice, right?” she teased as she nipped at Abby’s earlobe.
Abby laughed a throaty laugh that Quinn hadn’t heard before, and it spurred her on. She massaged harder and playedwith Abby’s nipples, hard from Quinn’s touch despite the water bringing warmth around them.
“I’m going to take off your underwear now,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Abby replied.
Quinn let her hands roam down to Abby’s hips, and she lowered the bikinis to the floor of the tub before Abby kicked them off the rest of the way. Quinn looked down at Abby’s perfect ass before she moved back into her.
“You too,” Abby requested.
“Okay.”
Quinn lowered her own underwear to the floor, kicked them off, and moved back into Abby. They were now pressed together front to back fully for the first time.
“I want to see you, Quinn,” Abby told her as her arm snaked around Quinn’s neck.
Quinn was busy kissing her shoulder while her hands roamed freely over Abby’s chest and stomach, gripping her hips hard because she desperately wanted to press into Abby and make herself come while she stroked her.
“You want it,” Abby added. “I can feel how much you want it.”
“Of course, I want you,” Quinn replied. “God, so much. And I promise you that I will happily do everything hard and fast, how I think we both want, but first, I want slow. I want all night, Abigail.”
“Okay,” Abby agreed before she turned in Quinn’s arms and wrapped her own around Quinn’s neck. “Kiss me.”
Quinn leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She sucked on Abby’s bottom lip and moaned at the feel of it in her own mouth. Nothing could ever feel as good as holding Abby, kissing her like this. Abby proved her wrong, though, when she began massaging one of Quinn’s breasts and moved her lips to Quinn’s neck.
“Fuck,” Quinn let out.
“Yeah, I want that, too,” Abby replied and nipped at her earlobe how Quinn had done to her a moment ago. “But you said we’re going slow.”
Quinn smiled and asked, “You don’t want slow?”
“I want everything,” Abby whispered into her ear. “Let me wash you. Then, we can go.”
“Okay,” she replied and handed Abby the body wash.
Abby concentrated as she squirted soap into her palm, and it was adorable. Then, she took in Quinn’s body as if to determine where best to begin before she landed on Quinn’s breasts, which didn’t exactly have mud or grass on them, but Quinn wasn’t going to tellherthat. When Abby knelt in front of her, every fantasy Quinn had had about this woman since they’d met felt like it was about to come true; only Abby was there just to wash Quinn’s legs. Abby’s hands did go a little higher than Quinn had anticipated, though, or had done to her, moving to Quinn’s inner thighs just where her curls had been tamed. Then, Abby kissed where the curls started under Quinn’s belly button and moved her lips higher, letting her soapy hands move over Quinn’s back until she finally stood again and smiled.
“Good enough for now?”
Quinn responded with a rapid nod before she rinsed the soap off her own body and got out of the shower, letting Abby rinse off herself under the spray while she found them a towel. Just one, though. They’d only need one. She pulled Abby into her and wrapped the towel, which was too small, around Abby’s shoulders. She dried them both off enough, hung the towel back up, and Abby pulled her by the hand back into the bedroom, where Quinn suddenly felt very, very nervous.
Abby seemed to notice and took the lead. She pulled Quinn in for a deep kiss and backed herself up against the bed until she was disconnecting their lips and climbing onto it. Quinn followed her until Abby’s wet hair was against her pillow and Quinn was on top of her. She ran her hand down the middle of Abby’s chest and cupped her, but only for an instant before she tapped Abby’s inner thigh, and Abby spread her legs. Quinn settled between them, and her nose grazed Abby’s as they both gasped.
“Just stay there,” Abby said. “Just… don’t move. You feel so good right there.”
“Youfeel so good right there,” Quinn echoed before she kissed her.
They lay like that, pressed together, for what felt like forever before Quinn finally began to slowly roll her hips. Abby pulled out of the kiss, and Quinn shifted her mouth to Abby’s neck. She kissed her as she continued to move her hips, lowering her mouth to Abby’s collarbones next and kissing, sucking, and licking there before looking up at Abby to make sure that she really was ready. When Abby smiled down at her and ran her hands through Quinn’s wet hair, Quinn moved her mouth to Abby’s breast and kissed around the nipple before she sucked it into her mouth. She moved her center over Abby’s thigh then and pressed her own into Abby’s center, rocking a little harder now. Abby’s hands moved over her back, driving Quinn wild whenever she gripped her muscles as they moved. Quinn gave Abby’s other breast the same attention before she shifted lower still, losing the friction they both wanted, but she’d get back to that later.
“God, Quinn,” Abby let out as Quinn circled her belly button with her tongue. “I need you.”
“You have me,” Quinn replied. “Always.” She kissed Abby below her belly button and moved lower to kiss her inner thighs, rubbing up and down before grasping Abby’s breasts in her hands and massaging them how she had in the shower.
“Come back up here,” Abby requested.
“You don’t want me to–”