Chapter Twenty-Seven: Moment of Bliss

Quix's protests died out as their bodies melded together. Holly straddled him as she kissed the reaper. He winced as her teeth scraped his swollen lip and she pulled away. I"m so sorry," she whispered as she grazed her fingers over his face. "You're too hurt."

"I don't care," Quix grunted in a moan. "You can't just stop like that. Please don't tease me," he begged.

Holly chuckled as she kissed the bruise on his cheek with teasingly light touches. Quix closed his eye and relaxed against the bed as Holly continued.

She kissed down his cheek, to his battered jaw, down to his bruised chest. Each sore, each imperfection on his skin was greeted with a feather-soft kiss. His chest was smooth and she rubbed her face against the softness of it until he grunted in pain again and she pulled back.

"No, you don't have to stop," Quix was whimpering by this stage. "I can take the pain."

Holly shook her head and the ends of her hair brushed his stomach. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to make you feel good."

Quix chuckled before wincing again. "I already feel good," he assured her as he ran a hand through her hair. "You can just be beside me and I feel great."

"Not like that," Holly shook her head and kissed the top of his stomach letting her tongue dart out and trace the outline of where his abs started. "I want you to feel so good you don't even remember this pain, Quix."

The reaper swallowed loud and Holly giggled before she went back to her soft administrations. She continued to kiss her way down his bare body, the lower she got the slower the kisses came until she was the top of his groin. "I've run out of injuries to kiss," she mused.

Quix's breathing had increased by this point. Holly wasn't even sure if the man was capable of speech. It was nice making someone else crazy. "Keep going," Quix whispered as his hips jerked upward seeking Holly's soft touch.

Holly chuckled. "Now you're the one that's red."

The blush on his cheeks was so strong that he turned to the side to try avoid her direct gaze. "Now you see why I like it so much when it comes to you."

Holly kissed to the side of his bobbing cock an amused smile firmly in place. With every touch, he bounced up and Holly couldn't stop laughing at him. Her kisses got closer and Quix groaned as her lips made contact with his sensitive skin. She took one hand and cradled his balls as with the other she slipped it up and down his sleek hardness.

"I don't care how injured I am," Quix whispered. "Holly, I want you."

Holly smiled at him as she moved her hair out of the way and taking her tongue she traced a path up his shaft to the top of his slick head. "I want you too. But first I want revenge on making me blush all the time." she scolded before she opened her mouth wide and took him deep into her throat. He brushed the roof of her mouth as she went all the way down, her tongue twitching at his base.

"Holly," Quix groaned lost in the bliss as he pushed against her mouth. "Your eyes are watering," he whispered as he looked down at her.

Holly pulled away once more teasing him with her tongue as she pulled away. "I'm not used to going that deep. My boyfriend wasn't as big as you are." she flushed and looked away. "My fake boyfriend I mean."

Quix grabbed her arm and pulled her up to his body and pressed his lips to hers. She tried to be gentle but his arms circled around her back and he pulled her as close as he could and his lips moved against hers nice and slow.

"Your injuries," Holly whispered against his lips as she tried to extract herself from his grip.

"I don't care about anything but you right now," he replied as he brushed her hands from her eyes. "I just want to make love to you."

Holly's cheeked burned at his frank confession. "You're too injured for that, let me do it instead."

Quix shook his head with a chuckle as lifted her chin so she was staring into his eyes. "I'll be the one making love to you unless my dick breaks off. I'd have to be injured way more than this."

Holly laughed at him but moved forward to kiss him, letting more of her weight rest on his chest. "Okay, tough guy, but if it hurts too much, let me know."

"You won't hear a peep from me," Quix promised. He turned with her in his arms and pinned her to the bed so he was the one on top and leaned down and kissed her again. This kiss was full of more heat than the ones below. His lips were questing, investigating every inch of her own. If he hurt this time, he didn't show it.

One hand went to her breasts and he squeezed them as he parted her lips and his tongue met hers. He was timid at first as if testing her out, but as soon as they touched he lost control and holding her neck close, he kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth with his own as with the other he continued the massage squeezing as he moaned into her mouth.

Holly broke the kiss and stared up at him as she panted. "Are we really doing this?" she whispered as her hands ghosted over the purple bruises on his chest. "Are we really about to just fuck in the middle of all this?"

He tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. "We're making love, Hol. We're not just fucking. I don't know how you wormed your way into my heart so fast, but I want to share everything with you right now. I want you writhing below me as I bring you to bliss."

"You're that confident, huh?" Holly demanded.

Quix smirked and the hand that was gripping her breast and rolling her nipple let go and slid down her chest, past her stomach, and into the soft curls below. With a single finger, he brushed it against her quivering clit and she moaned at the contact. "I am," he responded as he went back in for the kiss as his finger started to rub her in tight small circles.

Holly didn't even try to fight him. For the first time in far too long, her brain was clear. All she cared about now was reaching satisfaction and taking Quix there with her. Nothing was going to stop her from that goal. Her legs parted and with a smile against her lips, he slipped that same finger inside of her slippery insides.

"So wet," Quix moaned against her mouth. He didn't stop the kiss though. Instead, he took that dripping wet finger and started to circle her clit again with more pressure and faster. Her hips bucked at the contact and Quix laughed. "That's it," he encouraged as her eyelids fluttered. "Let go for me."

Holly didn't need to be told twice. His constant rubbing of her own fluids into her pushed her over the edge and she pressed her head back against the pillows as her whole body tightened. Quix didn't give her time to rest though. He parted her legs and lined himself up against the wetness. He looked down at her with a silent question in his eyes.

Holly nodded.

Quix pushed inside of her his hands going to her hips as he slid all the way into the tight wetness. "My God," he moaned. "I don't remember the last time I've had sex, but there's no way it was ever this good."

Holly laughed and pulled him down to kiss her again as she started to move beneath him, thrusting her hips up to fully encase his throbbing dick.

It took Quix just a minute to catch on and to start thrusting into her. He was gentle at first, but the gentleness soon vanished s his pace increased and he held her hips still so he could push himself in as deep as he wanted. Their moans filled the room and the scent of sex drifted off them.

Holly's eyes fluttered as she wrapped her arms around the reaper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever satisfied her to this extent or aroused her so much. "I'm going to come again," she whispered against Quix's ear.

"I'm not going to last either," Quix apologized. "You feel so fucking good, Hol. I'm going to explode inside of you."

Holly wrapped her legs around his hips to lock him into place. "You said it was safe, right?" she challenged with a smile.

He laughed and leaned down and kissed her as his thrusts went deeper and his fingers suck into the flesh on her hips. He went faster and deeper moaning all the while until he gathered her body to him as he released with a throaty moan. Still panting he brushed a kiss across her forehead and she smiled up at him.

"Holly?" he whispered.

"What is it?"

Quix kissed her forehead again and then used the pads of his fingers to trace her cheeks. "I don't know how it happened, or why it happened so fast. But I'm in love with you."

Holly hugged him tight but she couldn't bring herself to say those words back, not yet. It was one thing to feel them, but quite another to give them a voice and a reality.

Quix didn't seem to care though and the couple cuddled beneath the covers still joined together and forgot about the insanity that awaited them outside their very door.