4. Make-out

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Quinn kissed her like his life depended on it, like no guy has ever kissed her before, soft and moist , hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. He could see the heat as it rose in her cheeks the moment his tongue touched Karen's tongue, it was quick and felt electric as it sent shocking waves to her. The kiss felt so firm, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.

He slid his hands down her dress and his fingers traced her panties, at that moment, the kiss took a whole new turn cos he couldn't control his lust anymore. His lips mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, with her tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. She worked her mouth against his, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other. Working his hands towards her boobs as he squeezed it slightly, Karen was already moaning a bit loud by then . She felt this burning sensation inside her or is it lust? 'Don't stop' she heard her self whisper to his ear 'I had no plans of stopping' he said as he kissed her roughly .

Karen was still enjoying the moment when she suddenly felt a cold sensation on her nipple, it made her completely weak.

Quinn ran his lips round her nipple as he bit it gently, she moaned loudly

He kept on working on the nipple as he moved his hands down to her panties, shifting it a little so his hands could have a direct contact with her clit.

She could hardly breathe, he was so good at it , he fingers caressed her clit as she brought his other finger to the tip of her lips and sucked on it trying to focus her eyes on him. Quinn was about sliding his fingers down there before he stopped and kissed her once again, then he got off her body.

He didn't want to stop and there was no reason for stopping. Karen didn't give him any reason to stop, she reacted to every touch but he felt he made her so vulnerable.

'It's getting late' Quinn blurted out 'I should be on my way '

'Alright' she replied looking confused

With that, he darted out from the house.

She still laid on the couch feeling so wet, wondering what just happened few minutes ago.

She felt so weak to get into the shower but she dragged her feet across the floor as she pushed her lazy and weak self to the bathroom.

Everything about her body smelt like him, the memories of what happened tonight was actually something she couldn't get her mind off.