Let’s Have A Quickie!
The door clicked shut behind us, and I barely had time to catch my breath before his hands were on me, urgent, pulling me against him. The room felt hotter, as his lips claimed mine with a hunger that matched the wetness in my panties. My back hit the wall with a dull thud, and I gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth.
“Here?” I managed to whisper, my voice shaky and thick with need.
He didn’t answer. His hands slid under my shirt, rough and impatient, the heat of his palms on my skin. I arched into his touch as his fingers skimmed over me, teasing, testing, until I let out a sound that was half-moan, half-whine.
The end of my skirt was next, bunched and pushed up in one swift motion that left me exposed and trembling. My breath hitched as his hand found the wetness between my thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing in a rhythm that made my knees weak. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground myself from buckling over.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, and he growled low in response, his lips brushing against my neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shudder. His other hand slid down to grip my thigh, lifting it until I wrapped my leg around him. The position pressed us closer together, and the hard length of him against me pulled a desperate whimper from my throat.
He didn’t make me wait. With one swift motion, he pushed inside me, filling me completely, and I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. My pussy clenched around him as he moved, hard and deep, each thrust feeling so deep inside me which made the bottom of my spine tingle.
The rhythm was almost punishing, but I didn’t care. I tilted my hips, meeting him, getting close to my orgasm. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other was loud in the room, mixing with the gasps and muffled moans neither of us could silence.
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit and circling in slow but precise circles. My head fell back against the wall, and I was aware of his lips on my jaw, my neck, anywhere he could reach. My tummy coiled as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. I let out a choked sound as he rubbed me with the same rhythm
“Don’t stop, I’m close” I whimpered out, my voice barely more than a gasp. He didn’t. If anything, he moved harder, faster, his thrusts growing more urgent as his fingers circled my clit..
His movements grew faster, rougher, determined to push me over the edge.
A loud cry left my lips, and I gripped his body , my. nails digging into his shoulders as I hit my orgasm. My toes curled, my thighs pressing tighter against his sides. My thighs shook violently, my back arching off the door as I moaned out, the sound loud. I couldn’t stop trembling. My chest heaved, my skin damp with sweat, every muscle in my body quivering with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt in a while.
He followed a heartbeat later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep, a groan tearing from his throat.
My head lolled to the side, my hair sticking to my flushed cheeks, and I let out a shaky laugh, breathless and spent.
“Perfect,” he murmured against my ear, panting.
Sometimes, life gets busy. The laundry piles up, emails demand attention, and your idea of intimacy is falling asleep to Netflix together. But fear not – quickies are here to save the day (or night, or lunch break). Quickies are here to save your life. Quick, spicy, and satisfying.
Quickies are about fast, fiery moments that satisfy without the build-up. Sometimes, you just want to get straight to the point. And hey, no judgment here – sometimes that’s exactly what both of you need. Nothing makes your partner’s heart race quite like a surprise quickie. The element of spontaneity adds a spicy twist to your relationship. You could be washing the dishes, making coffee, or running errands – and then suddenly, bam, you’re both lost in the moment. A long session can come with its own pressure – are you doing it right? Are you taking too long? Quickies take the pressure off and turn intimacy into something playful. Plus, they’re great for those days when you’re both too tired to go all-in.
A quickie is about fun and pleasure, not performance. Don’t stress about being perfect – let the moment be. A quickie should feel rushed in the best way. Know when to speed up and when to slow down. Quickies don’t have to be bare-bones and basic. Get creative, throw in some dirty talk, or add a kink. Whatever you both enjoy – make it yours.
A quickie shouldn’t feel like an obligation. Make sure both parties are on board and excited. In short, quickies are about seizing the moment and savoring it – no distractions, no delays. They’re a big fat reminder that sex doesn’t always need to be planned to be powerful. So, if you’re looking for a fast-paced way to keep the spark alive, give a quickie a try. They won’t replace deeper intimacy, but they’ll keep your connection alive when life feels like a marathon.
All you need is five minutes and a little imagination to keep the spark alive. And who knows? That quickie might just lead to the main event later.
