Puck was leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along Quinn's delicate collarbone and up the side of her pale neck. He kissed her jawbone before returning to her lips. He felt her tongue part his lips to make room, then felt her tongue dart quickly around his mouth. He let his hands, which were currently resting on Quinn's tiny waist, drop down. He started unbuttoning her jeans just enough to get a hand in her pants, just before he let his hands find their way down to the spot that instantly moistened at his touch. He started rubbing her gently when Quinn moved her lips up to where Puck's jawline met his ear. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Puck took that as a signal to keep going. He took his hand out of her jeans and began unbuttoning his shirt. Instinctively Quinn's hands moved to trace his sculpted abdomen. Pick inched his way out of his pants before Quinn slid off hers. Wanting to let her dominant side take over, Quinn shoved Puck onto her bed. She straddled his hips, feeling his erection under her. Puck rose up so he could reach the clasp to her bra. He fumbled with it before finally getting it off. Her breasts bounced perfect and free as he threw the bra to the floor. The both of them were down to only their underwear now and not at all ready to stop.