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I help lift her hips to slide back down. I don’t know if it’s possible or not, but I swear it feels like each time she falls back down, her pussy is tighter than before.
I look down at where we’re connected, and see her juices coating my cock. She’s so wet that it’s seeping out and drenching the small patch of short hairs surrounding my dick. The sight has me lifting her faster, and dropping her back down harder. My heart pounds heavy in my chest, and my erratic breathing matches hers.
“Colt!” she cries when I lift her and slam her back down as I lift my hips. I clench my jaw and tighten my legs, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s trying to take over my body. I’m so fucking close to blowing my load, but I refuse to go before she does.
“Abby.” Her eyes focus back on me. “You going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her mouth falling open on a silent cry.
“Keep looking at me. Don’t move your eyes away.”
She doesn’t answer, but I can see from her eyes she heard me. Keeping my own eyes pinned to her, I place my thumb over her clit and apply pressure. She moans and her eyes droop, but she still keeps them trained on me. Her head is tipped down, with her hair falling over her shoulders. The strands tickle my abs, which only adds more to the erotic pleasure I’m feeling.
Circling her clit, I watch as undeniable pleasure consumes her face. I pump my hips in shallow thrusts. Her walls clamp down on me, impossibly tight. I groan deeply, but manage to keep my concentration on stimulating her clit and fucking her. I apply more pressure to her little nub and am rewarded a second later when her mouth opens on a loud cry. Her pussy spasms, and it sends shock waves through my cock.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, the pressure of her amazingly tight pussy drawing my own orgasm to the forefront. My muscles tense so tightly with pleasure, I shake. I have to force my hands to ease up on Abby’s hips for fear of leaving imprints.
My eyes stay locked on Abby’s face as my body finally gives up the fight. I piston my hips up and force hers back down on me again and again. The slick slide of her soaked pussy feels like heaven and hell, all at once.
I shout out gruffly when the first strings of my hot cum shoot out, coating Abby’s insides. She shudders above me and moans softly, like she can actually feel the warmth of my release filling her up, and enjoys it immensely.
Once my body is somewhat back under control, I slide my hands up her sweat-slicked back, tangle my fingers in her hair, and tug her down to me. She lands limply against my chest, her breathing still heavy. She places a soft kiss against my neck, and I smile up at the ceiling. I feel sated, even if my dick is still hard inside her. I gather her hair in my hands and pull her head back. Her beautiful, sleepy green eyes stare into mine. I lean forward and place my lips over hers, pleased when she doesn’t pull away.
I feel her body stiffen above mine. I pull back and look at her. Instead of the relaxed look her face carried just seconds ago, it’s filled with worry and shame.
Tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” she croaks, tears filling her eyes again.
The look sends shards of ice through my veins. I know what she’s apologizing for, and while I’m not too bothered about the sex part, I do deserve an explanation. Something big is obviously going on here. No one in her position earlier demands sex like she did. It’s just not normal.
I sit up with her in my lap and swing my legs over the side of the bed. With my dick still snug inside her, I get up from the bed and walk us both into the bathroom.
“W-What are you doing?”
I stop and set her ass on the counter, my hands on either side of her hips. Leaning down, I place a small kiss on her lips. “First, I’m going to clean you.” She bites down on her lip. I place my thumb on her chin and gently pull it out of her mouth. “Then, we’re going back to your bed and we’re going to talk.”
Chapter Eight
Abby
I sit and nervously watch Blue move around my bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from the small linen closet and wetting it with warm water. I pick at my nails and fidget uncontrollably. He wants to talk. I know I owe him an explanation, but the thought of revealing my problems to him scares me. He’s the one gu
y I’ve met that I really want to like me, faults and all. I don’t know why it has to be him, but something about him calls to me. Not just my body, but my heart and mind as well. I’m normally the type of girl that doesn’t give a shit about anything. I’ve been ridiculed regarding my issues repeatedly over the years. The walls I surround myself with are hard as concrete, and impenetrable. I never let anyone in, except for my close friends. Not even my family knows. But with Blue, it’s different. I don’t want to let him in, but it’s like I have no choice. These feelings confuse me, and I don’t know what to do with them.
He walks up to me, his eyes assessing, as he easily steps between my legs. I feel his cum leaking out of me and onto the counter. It feels erotic and sexy as hell, knowing part of him was left behind in my body. Which is another shocker for me. I never go without a condom, and I’ve done it twice already with Blue. I’ve been in a near panic state with other guys before, but I always remember to use a condom. And the kiss. I can’t believe I kissed him. He tasted so damn good, better than anything I’ve encountered before.
What is it about this guy that makes all reason fly out the window?
He doesn’t remove his eyes from mine as he lays the warm cloth over my pussy. I can’t help the small moan that escapes my lips as he gently cleans his essence away. Some irrational part of me feels a sense of loss at knowing he’s washing away that vital part of him. It’s crazy, but I want it with me all the time.
“You okay?” His question is spoken softly, like he’s afraid of scaring me. He should be, because I am scared. Scared at what this man will mean to my future. Scared at the damage I know he could inflict on my emotional state.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, feeling anything but. I won’t let him see the fear he invokes in me. I won’t make myself that vulnerable. I’ll tell him of my addiction, then watch the revulsion enter his face. He’ll leave, and I’ll be left here alone to wallow in grief.
My eyes drift down Blue’s body as he meticulously cleans me. The man has got one hell of a body. Thick muscular arms, deep-rippled abs, hard, drool worthy pecs, and an ass you want to sink your teeth into. He has several tattoos adorning his body. His upper left arm is covered in black rope that wraps around his bicep. Throughout the rope are multiple, different style knots. The leftover rope travels down his arm and starts to unravel. Between the pieces of unraveled rope are words, but I can’t make them out. He has a couple on his back, but I haven’t had a chance to really look at them. On his right side, over his ribs, there’s another set of words.
You exist in time, but you belong to eternity.
