Having to be quiet could be a thrill in itself; when Rachel had to come silently or with a muffled scream into a pillow, but then there were times when she needed to scream the way she needed Quinn to never stop doing exactly what she was doing. The simple luxury of being able to be as vocal as she wished to be was invaluable when Quinn currently had reduced her to a delicious mess, dragging her full lips over the parts of Rachel she knew would coax pleas. That’s what Quinn was getting hotter from, only slightly less than the sight of Rachel naked and soaking wet on her bed; the way she begged for her.
Rachel gasped, moaning low in her throat as Quinn’s mouth closed over a breast and kissed her hard, dragging a hand over her ribs and down to stroke between her legs. After Quinn moved up her body and had lavished her neck and mouth, she took one look at Rachel, all flushed and panting breaths and braced her weight on the mattress, lifting her hips to hover over immediately parting legs. Rachel reached between their bodies and touched her fingers to the silicone, guiding it as Quinn slowly brought her hips down. It was inside, but only the tip. Quinn could see the arousal swimming in Rachel’s eyes and the small pants of breath as Rachel gripped the back of pale thighs, skimming over the surface of skin to have two handfuls of rounded, supple flesh to pull on. It was all Quinn needed to help slide the length of the toy inside until it was buried and she was rewarded with a throaty moan.
Rachel rose up on an elbow and held a hand at the back of Quinn's head; gentle, so unlike the way she wanted to be fucked, and kissed her deeply. It was easy to pretend that it was really Quinn inside of her and she rolled her hips, urging Quinn down with her as she was discontent with the idea of their mouths separating. Rachel had always loved to kiss a lot during sex and it was no different with Quinn, even the playful ones. Sometimes she especially loved those kisses; as they happened and also as a pleasant reminder when they couldn't be physical. Of course, there were also often times where Rachel couldn't stop thinking about the slow kisses or the passionate kisses, or the way Quinn pressed her mouth to the insides of her thighs.
Quinn lifted her hips and drove forward steadily, giving Rachel's mouth reason to pause. An impossibly slow stab of pleasure spread out from her hips with each stroke and she moaned, opening her eyes to stare up at Quinn.
"Is that good?"
Rachel's breath hitched. She nodded, beginning to move her own hips to meet the slow push of Quinn's. She loved any variation of Quinn between her legs, but being pressed together this way was already one of her favourites.
They kissed, and she touched Quinn wherever she could, as physically connected as they could be. Quinn's skin was so warm and soft, muscles flexing beneath Rachel’s fingers with each drive of her hips. She skimmed her hand over Quinn's back, running her fingers over the dip at the small of it, then around to her sides and up to her breasts, closing her hands around them. Quinn's head dropped lower and Rachel tilted her head upwards, catching the side of Quinn's neck with her mouth. She abandoned one of Quinn's breasts in favour to grip her head, holding it steadier in order to press long, wet kisses into the skin.
Quinn moaned softly and turned, kissing Rachel deeply.
"I wish I could feel you," Quinn confessed after a moment.
They pushed and pulled and kissed and touched, and Rachel was grateful for the freedom to be vocal because she wasn't sure she would have been able to keep quiet had they not have had the place to themselves.
Rachel's leg slid down over Quinn's and used the other to urge her hips down harder and faster. "Me too," she replied, a little breathless, pushing her head back against the pillow with the added force. Quinn may not know exactly how Rachel feels around a cock but Rachel would say with certainty that Quinn felt amazing inside of her. "But—" A loud moan tore from her throat and she took a second to drive her own hips up harder. "But also not," she gasped. "This way, we have— the best of both worlds."
Quinn smiled, finding endearment in the way Rachel was trying to make her feel better about a sudden physical insecurity and growing wetter with the way Rachel's legs were wrapped tightly around her waist. Rachel mirrored Quinn's smile, and then Quinn laughed, all breathy and soft.
"It's true," Rachel insisted. The skin pinched between her brows and her lips parted with a muted groan of pleasure a second later. There was no humour now. Her entire body was alive and aching. A person could go insane from this, she was sure of it. A person could be driven to the point of insanity from Quinn alone. Rachel writhed underneath her, gripping low on Quinn's back. "You feel so good," Rachel moaned, eyes closed in ecstasy.
It was undoubtedly true.
Quinn's hand covered Rachel's breast and squeezed, rolling and pinching a nipple between her fingers before they had the sensation of Rachel's silky skin underneath them on their way down between her legs.
Rachel hissed and moaned loudly, her body going slack for a split second before it tightened as she arched into Quinn, curling her fingers into pale skin, scratching suddenly. "Oh, fuck."
Spurred on, Quinn held the slower pace as her fingers stroked over Rachel's clit, watching the pleasure play out on her face. She kept it up until the harder resistance she was met with was a sure sign of an impending orgasm.
She moved her hand away and reached up beside Rachel's head instead, gripping the rail of her headboard as she realigned their hips in a way that had both of them closing their eyes, and drove forward until the length of her was completely inside. She used the extra support to grip tightly inside of her palm, using her hips pull out and push inside quickly and effectively, working up a rhythm in almost no time at all.
Quinn released the headboard and dropped her head to the pillow where Rachel tightened her fingers inside blonde hair, twisting it with every firm thrust into her. "Fuck," she gasped quietly, her face contorted in blissful torture. "Oh, God." The way Quinn moaned close to her ear, on her way towards an orgasm herself by the sound of it, made Rachel throb and clench around the silicone buried inside of her.
Rachel's own thrusts quickened and they pushed and pulled against each other, seeking out each other's mouths to sloppily kiss and moan into.
A long, sharp scratch down Quinn's back made her hiss with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and strained, pushing harder and faster to the music of Rachel's guttural moan. She loved fucking Rachel this way, loved discovering her body in new and different means. Quinn gasped, feeling herself thunder past the point of no return; her fast-approaching orgasm not feeling like it would be the strongest of sorts, but undeniably euphoric. She reached back between Rachel’s legs, stroking quickly.
Rachel came first, a loud moan tearing from her throat while she clutched her arms and legs to Quinn, pleasure racking through her body. Seconds later, Quinn managed to follow, grinding down while imagining that it was really her that Rachel's walls were gripping and pulsing against giving her enough sensory overload to push her over the edge.
The rocking of their hips steadily began to slow until they were both panting, useless bodies.
As soon as Quinn's body slumped against hers, Rachel's arms adjusted to hold her as they caught their breath. That was all she could manage at first. As their bodies gradually came down from their high, Rachel's legs slackened and she stretched them downward, sliding them over the smoothness of Quinn's. This was one of the things she meant about having the best of both worlds; if Quinn took the harness off, their hips would slide together wetly and she would be riding Quinn to another orgasm; soft and hot until she quaked. And afterwards, she would push Quinn onto her back, crawl down her body, and lower her mouth between her legs until she'd made Quinn scream as passionately as she had done for her only a minute ago.
Luckily, they had the whole night to fulfil as many needs as possible.
