Beautiful, Fantastic, Dirty

Taut, golden and shivering, Ollie's abdomen played the canvas as Chloe scored a nail around the dips and hard rises, watching his breath go ragged. His lower lip trembled, too, his nostrils flared. A bead of sweat trickled to the dip between his collarbones. Chloe laid her hand flat, rising up to catch that droplet before it travelled lower.

"Holy fucking hell and all the goddamn angels, Chloe!" He cupped her rear, rucking up her dress, pulling her closer, searching. He was so tall, she rode his thigh. Moaning, she lifted her leg up higher on his hips and he accommodated by lifting-- ah, fuck, yes, contact! and Chloe keened.

"This is fucking... I just..." She shut him up with another hard kiss. God, he had perfect hair, lovely and perfect and just the right length to clench in a fist and-- "Chloe, what are we doing?"

"We're having sex, Ollie. Beautiful, fantastic, dirty, comfort sex."

He moaned and sought out the tendons of her neck which did very little for her but obviously it was one of his sweet spots because he sucked on her like a fiend. She pushed his head down instead, past her collarbone. His chin caught the edge of her dress and dragged it down and thank the gods of sex-starved superheroes for leading her to the bra-less look tonight. Ollie took her nipple in his mouth. Stars exploded behind her eyes, they honest to goodness exploded and if he could just stay there with the sucking and the tongue and the kneading, she could stay wedged up against the wall forever.

"I wasn't looking for this," he murmured against her breast.

"I know."

"The divorce... whatever Dinah said, whatever went wrong in my marriage, I swear it wasn't because of this. My eyes wandered a lot but I didn't touch another woman while I was--"

"Ollie. Be quiet."

"Always so bossy, Watchtower."

"You know you love it."

"I may never put on the earpiece without getting hard." He shoved against her groin to emphasize his point.

"Good, oh God, that's so very, very good, please why aren't we in bed yet?!"

"Because we're having beautiful, fantastic, dirty, comfort sex." Ollie unbuttoned his pants. "And those are best against a wall."