rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom.
The scene had unfolded between them in moments. Neil had only needed her invitation before their lips clashed and their bodies were anchored plush to one another. One hand in hair, pulling it down from a ponytail that already hanged loosely from the long day. The other brushing up beneath her shirt. Calloused palm running the familiar curve of her figure. He moved as if this moment between them would end all to soon. Never to be given the opportunity to have his lover like this again. Her engulfing his senses, grounding him to the present. And maybe he wouldn't ( tomorrow was never promised, not to him ) . Mouth was mapping the length of her neck with haste. Flat of tongue and teeth assaulting his lover's skin, marking her along that path of hunger and admiration as lips lead him blindly along. Reclaiming her for his own. How selfish he was.
He guided Claire back onto the couch they were just recently lounging on. Knees nudged aside as he pressed himself comfortably between her thighs. Hips instinctively grinding against her with a low groan. His arousal already straining against the fabric of his jeans. And she felt it too. Her own hands reached down between them, petting at his crotch teasingly, drawing out a soft whine from the agent. He was thankful that she heard his voiceless re quest. Feeling as her trained fingers unclasped the buckle of his belt and undo the top of his pants. Moaning when his cock was freed. In turn Neil finally reeled back. He grasped at the hem of her bottoms, twisting a finger 'bout her panties, and tugged. It earned a chuckle from him the way he easily lifted her hips up with the effort. Discarding the clothes somewhere in the living area.
That space between them was closed once more. Leaving him hovering over her smaller frame. Its in a lewd fashion that he brings his fingers to his lips, dragging his tongue along them. Covering them in a layer of spit before that very hand disappeared between them. Rough digits gently glide between her slick folds. A moment to admire just how wet she was for him already.
He slid into her with ease, not a moment longer wasted. Curses and breathy sighs fled his lips the moment her walls were around him. Pressing forward till he bottomed out inside his lover. The rhythm of his thrusts ensued. Fervently and needy. Soon the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their shared pleasures.
"Fuck, I missed you. I missed you— missed this," He confessed like a man of God, like she was something holy. After all, he held no faith elsewhere. No shame was felt in that fact. Breath was hot against the shell of her ear as he leaned into her. "Claire, te necesito. Te necesito."
