13
Iwon’t hurt you,I want to tell him, but the only sounds escaping my lips are desperate moans.
He slides his head down my chest, and pulls up my ratty t-shirt. My breasts are bare, and when he takes one in his mouth, I throw my head back, sinking into the pleasure of it.
“Fuck, every inch of you is beautiful,” he mouths into my skin and drops to his knees. I rake my hands through his hair, wanting more.
And he doesn’t disappoint. With a fervor I didn’t know he possessed, he tears down the band of my sweats and takes my panties along for the ride. He then hastily peels my bare foot out of one pant leg.
A single word escapes me. “Fuck…”
He slides a hand down the inside of my thigh and presses it against the wall. I’m teetering on one leg, holding on to his head with both hands.
“I want to taste you so badly, Abby,” he breathes. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes…” I say, the word a desperate whimper. I’m pulsing in anticipation of his tongue on my sex, and when he finally slides it slowly up my sweet spot, I fully surrender and wrap my leg over his shoulder. He presses his mouth harder, deeper into me. I moan loudly, my head thrown back. It feels so good, and he’s going to take me there soon. Yet, I still want more. I want him inside me. I want to feel his desire for me.
I cradle his jaw, and pull him up to me.
“Abby?” he whispers and when I kiss him again, I can taste myself on his lips. I slide my hands down his shirt, eager to touch his skin. My fingers snake under the thin fabric of his pullover, and I groan when I make contact with the smooth, warm ridges of his abs. I crouch to the floor, and lick a slow line up his torso. The sound he makes arouses me so much, I get greedy. I swiftly undo his fly.
“Abby…” he whispers as I dig into his red boxers and take him into my hand. He’s everything I imagined, everything I wanted.
“Fuck, Abby…”
I look up at him, and shoot him a playful grin. “Your cock is beautiful,” I whisper, “and it’s all mine.”
A hint of a smile traces his lips. “Yes, it is.”
He tears my hand away from his erection and kneels down to the floor. With a delicate touch, he pulls the other leg of my sweats, freeing my other foot. He kisses it once. Twice.
I laugh, but my laughter fades when he wraps his arms under my ass and pushes me against the wall again. I wrap my legs around his hips.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I need a condom.”
I close my eyes. Yes, he does. I wish he could just sink into me now, and fuck me bare.
“Go,” I say quietly. “I’ll leave the door open, and wait for you in my bed.”
He reluctantly pulls from me, and dashes out as fast as humanly possible. I bury my face in my hands. What are we doing?
I pull off my t-shirt, and slide under the sheets. I wonder if I should put on something sexy for him, but before I have a chance to mull it over too long, he’s back, shirtless, his fly still undone, the red of his boxers peeking out, begging me to rip them apart.
I grab his arm and pull him down to me. The weight of him is delicious, and makes me feel protected… loved. Yet, I know this isn’t love. It’s nothing but lust, a merging of bodies, but as I get lost in his kiss, it feels like so much more. My gut tells me we are connected in more ways than this. We belong with each other. The higher powers have intersected our paths because we were meant to be.
His hot mouth runs across my collarbone, around my breast and down the length of my stomach. When he reaches the spot right below my navel, I almost lose it. “I want you inside,” I cry.
His wicked mouth travels back up my body. “Well, what do you mean exactly, Abby?” he teases. “I want to hear you say it.”
A long sigh escapes me. He’s one of those. One of those guys who’s into delayed gratification and enjoys teasing, the kind of lover who likes to hear you beg.
I bite my bottom lip, suddenly shy, my heart beating a mile a minute. “I want you… “ I say, breathless, “to fuck me.” There, I said it.Fuck me.
He travels down and grabs my hips, and in one swift move, he flips me on my front. The sheets are cool against my face, and I feel completely exposed. “And how would you like to be fucked, baby?”
I moan into my pillow. “So polite…”
He grabs my ass and pulls me up against him. “You like it like this, Abby? You like to be taken from behind?”
