Dane didn't think this could any better when she then proved him wrong. Leaning over him, Quinta's breasts pressed against his chest, his hands over his head, and her mouth took his once more. She was absolutely addicted to his kisses and didn't dare to stop. Dane released a series of sighs each time their mouths broke apart. The warm, tracing movements of her nipples grazing across his chest was driving him wild.
Quinta's tongue met with his feverishly this time. Her lips overpowered his bottom one as her teeth nibbled and suckled against that plush surface. Lifting her hips and holding them there, his cock rolled out of her with a wet suck. She hovered there and now gave him the control to fuck her as he pleased. Surrendering, Dane drove his hips upwards to make up for the distance between them. Slapping his hips against hers, he couldn't resist. Her moans grew louder in their intimate space while she took what he had to give. She was addicted, he had opened this side of her that she never had, never felt and now she was going to explore all there was. He wanted more of her sex because he drove her crazy. Hopefully, for Quinta, he was willing to do this again.
That heated kiss broke, “Fuck.” She softly cried out her first word of the night.
Quinta lifted her leg to split her pussy further over that dick. Letting him take everything he could possibly want from her.
Climbing to his climax again, he pounded that slit harder while he caught sweet glances of her half-shrouded face. He was split between submitting and dominating from one half of his body to the other. The condensation of their joined breaths drew sweat from the skin around their mouths.
Panting out, his toes curled as he could feel the time had come, “Quinta. Quinta are you sterile?” He asked hurriedly.
Hearing her name fall from his lips, never had it sounded so remarkable in her life, “W-what?” She whispered under her breath.
Taken over by the rattling of Quinta's body, Dane grabbed her hands tighter than ever. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he struggled and fought with himself to either slow down or continue at pace. He knew that the careful choice was to stop and wait until she answered but he couldn't help himself. She looked absolutely stunned and lost in the best way possible. The word “sterile” bounced around in her brain and it took her a while to understand what he meant. The way his thrusts grew rougher and harder, as though he was expelling all his energy, caused her answer to be delayed.
“Yuh. Yuh me st-st-sterile.” She choked out with a loose nod.
Hearing her answer, Dane sighed wholly from his chest and went all out on her. The hot, sticky mess echoed between them. Their mixed fluids had spread across the base of his cock and crotch. His panting accelerated in anticipation because there was a freedom to release inside her that liberated him. Before long Dane's body shuddered and his orgasm consumed him. His mouth hung up with a single resounding word falling from his moaning lips.
“Yes.”
Quinta's answer was what he wanted to hear the most. His thrusts grew deeper and harder with desperate motions. A tense sound of release came from his throat all while his head pushed against the mattress. Huffing his breaths, he flooded that swollen, tight pussy with his seed. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears almost in sync with her throbbing sex. His chest rose and fell rapidly as relaxation engulfed his body. He was filled with this numbed, pleasant warmth that cascaded across his body.
She was already spent, already numb, and practically humming out in the last few smidgens of pleasure she received before he was through. Knowing that he had cum in her, now she was thankful as hell that she’d been taking the shots. At first it was just to stop her period when she’d have to go out but now it was to keep from having a baby. Thank God because she never dreamed of children, especially in this life.
Without thought, Dane pulled Quinta down onto his chest and used this advantage to bury his face into her neck. She followed his movements which put her face right in front of his. Finding it hard not to smile down at him, she took the liberty to steal a soft and gentle kiss from him. His swollen lips broke away and tread along that feminine line that leg up to her ear. The soft smile on her features was warmed over as she relished in the feeling of his lips as they nipped and pulled at her skin. Slipping his fingers from hers, his hands felt down along her back before he pulled her into a lover's embrace. He didn't dare ruin this mood with words, not yet because their actions spoke volumes.
Lowering her forehead to meet his, nose to nose, lips to lips, she laid there with her eyes closed. She didn't know what to say, what to think, and she was about to give into her feelings. Dane's heartbeat slowed down and quieted in his ears. He could hear how strangely gentle and vulnerable her breath was. He felt a deep, personal pride to be in this close of space with her and that she trusted him enough to become like this. Catching glimpses of a content smile on her features, he himself was worn but pleasantly worked out. With her face so close to his, he drank in the small details. Slowly, he raised his hand and brought his index finger to brush against the outside of her eye and along her cheekbone. This got her attention.
“You have really long eyelashes” He commented quietly.
Glancing down to see his blue eyes staring at her with such intensity, as though he was focusing on her and her alone. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he complimented on such a tiny thing that brought her heart to a hard pump. What just happened, how close they were in that moment, and how he looked at her filling her head with thoughts, ideas, and things she…really wasn’t accustomed to thinking. Not having a word to really say to something without stuttering or sounding like a complete tool.
Trailing down the hollow of her cheek, his hand gently cupped the back of her neck and brought her into another slow, loose kiss. Once they parted, she flicked her eyes away from his in a moment of doubt; nodding her head to acknowledge that she heard him with a mouthed, “thank you”.
Only then did he tune into their surroundings to hear the strong rolls of intense snoring in the other room. An apparent snore-off between Leon and Addie. Thankfully, they were not found and that concluded to him that this would be much easier to get away with again.
A part of him wanted to get up and retrieve a cloth so she could clean herself but selfishly he wanted to stay there with her for as long as he could. They were both a mess since he had gone soft and most of their fluids had seeped out on him.
His hand ran along the line of her back, “Are you tired?” He whispered deeply.
She couldn’t help but stare up at him with big, round eyes as she could finally register what really happened. Now with her body pressed up against his side and her hand resting on his chest, she cleared her throat softly as he asked that question.
She flicked her eyes down at the plastic bag on the floor, “Yuh. But me tink me will take a shower. Addie got me some new panties. What are yuh goin’ to do?” She asked.
Following her eyes, he turned his head to the side lazily and stared at the bag.
Putting two and two together, he chuckled before he sighed out, “I thought she just got you the earrings. She really went all out, huh?” He asked
Dane smiled to himself as he thought about how over the top and thoughtful Addie was.
He leaned his head back, “Well I should probably make the bed but you just made a mess of me, again.” He teased. “I think it's better if we both go to bed fresh. We'll have to make it quick though.”
Pushing him lightly on the shoulder, Quinta laughed, “Yuh tink yuh a comedian?” She playfully snapped back.
Glancing down his body, he saw the white, thick mess that was caked in his pubic hair. Nodding his head with confirmation, he rolled out of the bed and picked his towel off the floor. Taking a hold of her hand, he helped her to her feet before he opened Addie's window to let the room air out.
Almost yearning to throw her arms around his neck and take yet another kiss, addiction at its finest, he instead let go of her hand before she had the chance. To be close and warm with another person fe
lt so nice. After being forced into a lonely and dark existence, she almost…almost forgot. Instead she turned her back to his and proceeded to grab her bag of “gifts” and made her way into the bathroom. Using the restroom in her odd and freshly deflowered state, she then turned the shower on and proceeded to tie her hair up with one dread wrapped around a massive bun.
Crossing the small hallway, Dane pushed his bedroom door open and sneaked a retrieval of his clothes. Thankfully his dresser was beside the door. He found the loud pair foolishly laying side by side, with Addie upside down with her rump against the back of Leon’s unsuspecting head and her heel in his face. Dane grabbed underwear and loose pajama pants before he snuck out and met up with Quinta in the bathroom.
He stepped in behind her and casually held out a bar of soap in her direction. Quinta took the soap and ran it through her hands in quick succession before she lathered her entire body. Stepping around each other, he took his turn under the shower head to rinse off their remnants. Looking over his shoulder at her, he held a comforted, subtle smile which told her this was exactly where he wanted to be. Catching sight in a glance, she reciprocated his feelings in their silence.
Coyly turning her back to him, she propped her foot in a corner of the tub and slightly bent over to wash at her legs and feet before she repeated with the other. Taking the soap from her, he lathered his body and washed off quickly before he slipped his hands across her waist. His thumbs stole gentle caresses along the underside of her breasts from behind. Quinta's eyes stared at the wall as he massaged and cleaned over her body through the steam. Once again, she had fallen under his spell as she sighed out with her mouth slightly ajar. Her eyelids lowered dramatically and she blew out nervously. Of course, if he was the one who put the fire that burned deeply in her body, he would be the one who would reignite it at any given moment.
Crouching down, he took great care to clean every part of her. His hands slid down her thighs and legs with his face on the same level of her lower back. Pressing his lips against her glistening, tan skin, it was apparent that he was still in a certain mood. Peeking back once again, Quinta could only catch a glimpse of his shoulder and hair only to feel those lips across her lower back. This in turn caused her to involuntarily arch away from him. Dane relished in this moment because once the others woke up, things would appear as normal once more and he desired to have this last sliver of time with her. This secret tryst only furthered her deeper in the hole that was being dug, her heart hammered in her ears while her skin felt as though it was on fire.
Quinta had to admit that having adoration showering upon her in this secretive romantic twist of the night was rewarding to say the least. She hadn’t felt this warm, this needed or dare she say…loved since she could remember the last time she saw her entire family. When everyone was healthy, together and just plain ignorant to the plague that would soon wipe them from existence and mark them permanently in her memory. Every day she fought and lived for their memory, to show to not only herself but them as well that she was strong enough to tread on when they fell.
Initially upon meeting Quinta, Dane hadn't had a time and moment to consider her like this at first. Over time he saw and felt just how desirable she was and he clearly had the start of feelings early on. But the life that he was destined for and the tragedy that had consumed the world was enough to distract and lock away any person's heart and desires. Even that wasn't enough to stop them in the end.
His hands conveyed his yearning, he could be selfish and that was the greatest feeling in the world. Beneath his calm and level-headed demeanor was a buried sensuality that begged to be free. That begged for Quinta. If she would have him, she would receive all of his quieted and hidden affections.
Making his way up her back with his lips, Dane reached her neck and leaned against her body. Quinta's head tilted to the side as he treaded his tongue against her wet, saltine flesh. Her hands were cupped over his and laced together once more. She was at peace in this small space with just him and her.
The time that they lingered there wasted what little he and Addie could shower in the morning.
He reached around and turned the knob, “Let's go to the bed.” his voice vibrated against her ear.
Quinta could only nod and agree. Drawing away from her, Dane stepped out of the shower and tussled his hair in the towel with both hands. Tying the cloth around his waist again, he went ahead of her into Addie's bedroom to finish. She took the time to properly dry herself off and pick a pair of underwear and a bra that Addie had so graciously given her.
He got dressed, fixed the crumpled sheets on the bed, and pulled the blankets down. As he stared down at the bed a pit of nervousness buried itself in his stomach. Which was foolish because they'd just had sex and slept side by side together before. Perhaps this time meant much more to him because he was confirmed in himself how she felt.
Climbing into the bed, he stretched out on his back with his arms above his head. The daily tension in his body melted away with the sigh that released from his nose. He truly felt better than he had, even before the world fell to pieces.
Untying her hair, it fell over her shoulder and down her back. She turned from one side to the other. Checking herself out for a moment before silently trailing back into the bedroom. Quietly, she pressed her hand to the door and shut it. Dane looked over her body at the new gifted underwear and simply appreciated how those undergarments cupped and fit her body. With the bag dropped at her feet, she climbed into the bed with him. He made room for her to get comfortable. Not wanting to push her luck, she truly didn’t know when the intimacy ended and normalcy began. Knowing that they'd have to talk about this, she laid on her side with him before she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
She wet her lips as she spoke, “Goodnight” she said softly to him.
Sitting up in the bed, he leaned his long body over her, reached for the desk light, and clicked the switch off. This plunged them into darkness. His hand retracted and fell gently on the side of her face. His fingertips set to her jaw as he tilted her head back and his lips took over hers in those shadows.
Parting and leaving her breathless, Dane kissed along the corner of her mouth one last time, “Goodnight.” He responded softly.
Feeling his chest settle against her back and his arm draped over her beneath the blankets caused Quinta to softly smile to herself. Her arm slowly came to hold onto his and their fingers laced together to signify a new start. The silence between them solidified it all. Dane leaned over to place a kiss in her hair. For the first time in a long time, he was truly comforted. He found that in her. Shutting his eyes, he held Quinta a little tighter, he listened to the lull of her breaths, and fell asleep with the woman he loved.
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