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The glint of the city lights below us is nothing compared to the electricity between Abby and me. The penthouse, with its walls adorned in modern art and furniture that screams a fortune, fades to the background as I lose myself in her kiss. My hands can't help but wander, tracing the softness of her skin, relishing in the way she shivers and sighs into my mouth.
My wife.
"God, Merrick," she breathes out, her voice a melody that stirs something primal within me.
"Abby," I murmur back, my lips never straying far from hers. It's more than her name. It's an invocation, a silent plea for more. She responds by pressing closer, her curves melding into my hard lines in a perfect puzzle of passion.
I guide her back, steps deliberate, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle nudge, I coax her down onto the plush duvet, our embrace never breaking. We tumble together, a tangle of limbs wrapped in desire that escalates with each second we spend devouring each other.
"Your bed's as big as my entire apartment was," she quips between kisses, her humor a spark in the heat of our connection.
"And yet it still feels too small to contain what I feel for you," I counter, my voice low and laced with the truth of my heart.
Abby laughs, the sound mingling with the rustle of fabric as we move against each other. Our entwined figures carve out a space in this world that belongs only to us, a sanctum of silk sheets and unspoken promises.
My hands blaze a trail down Abby's sides, the heat from her skin seeping into my palms like sunshine. Fabric bunches and slips away under my fingers, each piece of her clothing falling to the floor with a whisper, baring her to my eyes, to my desires. Her breath catches, a sweet hitch that echoes in the vastness of the room, as my mouth wanders the expanse of her neck.
She gasps when I find that tender spot just beneath her ear, painting it with the heat of my lips. The sound of my name on her lips is a caress all its own, pushing me deeper into the realm of craving.
"Every inch of you..." I murmur against her skin, "I want to memorize how you feel, how you react." My words are hot breaths, fueling the fire that dances under her flesh.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her heart a drumbeat calling to my own. I watch, fascinated, as her nipples bead into tight peaks at the mere brush of my thumbs. They beg for attention, and who am I to deny such sweet pleas? Encircling them with my fingers, I tease gently, eliciting a moan that vibrates through the both of us.
"Please, more," she arches into me, an offering, a demand, her back curving like a bow pulled taut.
"Patience," I chide softly, though every fiber of my being screams to comply. My hand trails lower, a deliberate path of discovery, skirting the edge where soft thigh meets the promise of heaven. A shiver ripples through her, and I can't help but smile, knowing I'm the one to unravel Abby, this fierce, beautiful woman who matches my intensity stroke for stroke.
"Keep teasing me like that, and patience will be off the table," she warns, her voice laced with need and a wicked sort of glee that sets my pulse racing.
"Is that a challenge?" I raise a brow, even as I continue my torturous exploration, reveling in the power I have to make her ache for me.
"Maybe," she breathes out, her eyes dark with desire and something fiercer—trust. She trusts me with her body, her pleasure, and that's more intoxicating than the finest whiskey.
"Then challenge accepted." I seal the vow with a kiss, deep and consuming.
My fingers slip lower, finding her slick with desire—a testament to the urgency of our need. I delve into her warmth, and a moan spills from her lips like sin itself. Waves of pleasure ripple through Abby's body, each one a surge I control with the dance of my digits.
"Merrick," she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper that fuels the fire within me.
"Shh, love," I murmur, focusing on the rhythm we've found together. It’s a dance as old as time, yet fresh with the novelty of our passion. My heart hammers in my chest, pounding out a beat that mirrors the movement of my fingers. Her wetness coats them, the slick sound of our bodies mingling is music to my ears.
"More... please," she pleads, her hips canting towards my hand, seeking deeper, harder.
"You know I’m going to take care of you," I promise, and I mean it. Every breath, every heartbeat is dedicated to this—bringing her to the precipice where only pleasure exists.
Her back arches, a silent beg for release, and I can't deny her any longer. With a kiss to her inner thigh, I replace my fingers with my mouth, tasting her sweetness. My tongue flicks against her most sensitive spot, drawing a sharp inhale from Abby's parted lips.
"Fuck, yes..." It's a fervent whisper that stokes the fire in my veins. The sheets twist in her fists, a white-knuckle grip that tells me I'm doing everything right.
I lavish attention on her, learning the language of her body with each lap of my tongue. My name falls from her lips like a prayer, or maybe a curse—it's hard to tell when I’m lost in the taste of her.
"More, Merrick, I'm so close," Abby pants, and I can hear the edge in her voice—the brink of ecstasy.
"Let go," I command against her skin, and she shatters. Her release washes over her in waves, her body convulsing with the force of it. I hold her through it all, my mouth a constant source of pleasure until she's trembling, spent.
"Fuck," I breathe out, awestruck by the power of her climax, feeling the echo of it in my own body. The depth of my longing for her grows with each shared moment like this—raw and beautiful and utterly ours.
I slide up until I’m hovering over her. The air between us crackles with electric anticipation. I position myself, the head of my arousal nudging against her. I enter her slowly, a low groan vibrating from deep within my chest.
