Page 311 of Devil’s Disciples

Exercising caution, she gyrated her hips, taking a little more of my length with each careful stroke. My eyes fell closed, relishing in the satisfaction of having our bodies become one.

Her wetness rose and fell along the length of my shaft in perfect timing, like that of an expertly crafted Swiss watch’s movement. After a few strokes, I felt her tightness encompass me fully.

I opened my eyes.

Like a dancer who was performing in perfect timing with a song, Abby pumped her hips fore and aft, to music only she could hear. My eyes became fixed on the valley between the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass. As she rose, revealing the length of my pleasure, my heart took pause.

When she reached the tip, she hesitated and glanced over her shoulder. I drew a quick breath. Her body was perfectly proportioned, and her skin silky smooth. Watching her devour me, inch by inch, was a pleasure in itself.

With our eyes locked, she ground herself against me, taking my entire shaft in one thrust of her hips. There, with me buried inside of her, she remained, smiling at her accomplishment. In a moment she began to contract.

Proving we were connected by much more than our touching flesh, her climax brought on mine. She milked me of my juices without moving a single muscle of her body.

As she wailed out her satisfaction, I, too, groaned in satisfaction.

With her work done, she collapsed against my body, laying her back against my chest. Still inside of her, I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Magical,” she responded.

“Stomach?”

“Better.”

“Wrist? How’s the tattoo.”

“Don’t even know it’s there,” she breathed.

I kissed her neck. “That was incredible.”

“You’re incredible.”

“You want to shower?”

“Not right now,” she said. “I want to lay here and rest for a minute. I like your skin.”

I laughed. “I like your skin, too.”

“I love you, Porter.”

“I love you, too.”

The minute she spoke never expired from the clock. Within seconds, she was snoring, dead asleep.

I chose to let her sleep for a few minutes. She needed the rest. Since the seafood incident, she’d been exhausted.

I thought of Connecticut in the fall. The leaves. The cool air. Abby’s laughter. Her parent’s joy. The pride she’d wear on her face when she showed them the ring.

The pride I’d feel when she explained how I gave her the ring. How she learned, on that day, to accept some surprises as being a good thing.

In that moment of slumber, I decided I’d waited long enough. When she awoke, I’d give her the ring.

No exceptions.

I closed my eyes and nestled myself in the relief of knowing our proposal was on the horizon. I clutched her body tight to mine, hoping for another moment of feeling our skins become one.

And, it was there that I fell asleep.