For Quentin's part, he hadn't really got involved. He'd watched her body contorting, though not with enough interest to spur him into action to remove the sheets; an outline was enough. Or perhaps it was the sounds, or the look on her face? Or, of course, the fact she'd easily put herself to task satisfying his vague whim despite what it took from her. His hand moved to rest on the sheets above where she was driving into herself, but he did so lightly enough not to disturb her.<br/><br/>The same slight desire made him nod after just a handful of desperate pleas. To watch her clench and hold it back *was* a beautiful thing, but better to save it for another day. "You have been good, yes... You may cum." His voice, usually so smooth and tidy, was slurred slightly by sleepiness. He cleared his throat to shake the creeping weariness, but none of the rest of him bothered to stir. "Save me the evidence a moment but for now while hot, and breathless... " His fingers loosed her neck, stroked a few shocks of hair from her face, then leaned over her. His mouth descended quickly and heavily onto hers, his kiss heavy and hungry. His tongue came out to claim hers while their lips danced.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>