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I smile. “Yeah, I know he did. I didn’t understand a lot back then, but I could sense the animosity between them whenever we had a family dinner together,” I reply.
Abram looks down at me. “Is it alright if I lie down?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ear.
I blush at the request. Of course, I want him to lie next to me. I’ve been craving the warmth of his body ever since I was admitted to the hospital. I’ve tried to fight it for almost two weeks now, but the possibility of feeling him near me is too tempting to pass up.
“Yes, please do,” I say, feeling more comfortable now than I’ve ever been with him. It’s a lot nicer when he’s acting like a human being and not some kind of sociopath.
He lifts his feet off the floor and curls up next to me, wrapping his arms around me. As soon as I feel his body against mine, something in me releases. The tension in my muscles, the nerves in my spine, it all dissolves. Suddenly, I’m feeling complete, uncomplicated bliss, just like I did when I was still taking the pain medication for my surgery.
Is Abram like drugs to me?
He leans in a little closer, and I can smell his cologne. It’s not the try-hard, masculine scent that I’m used to on almost all the guys I’ve hugged. There’s something warm and sweet about it that makes me want to inhale him. It’s as layered as I imagine his true self is, the self that he hides from absolutely everybody until he feels vulnerable with them.
Vulnerability doesn’t seem to be a strength of his.
I let him under the blanket, wrapping my legs around him and pressing my hips into his. “Does this feel okay?” I ask a little awkwardly.
“Yeah, of course,” he replies, running his fingers through my hair.
We just lie there for a bit, one breath after the next in the silence of my dark bedroom. An ambulance speeds past the building, its lights illuminating his face in a hauntingly beautiful way. I’m starting to feel things for him that I know are dangerous.
There’s no way this can end well.
But goddamn it, I need to see what happens.
He’s worth the pain.
He leans in to kiss me, and I meet his kiss with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. The taste of his mouth on mine is incredible.
At first, the kisses are innocent and sweet, but before long, they’ve increased in intensity. He presses his body against mine, grabbing me by my lower back and bringing me in closer.
My hands find his hair, lightly grabbing it as I kiss him back. He knows he doesn’t hold all of the power here, and I need to make it even more clear. I have something he wants, and I want to see what he’ll do to get it.
He strokes my hips a little bit, feeling my hip bones and tracing along the indent. “Take these off,” he whispers, lightly pulling on the waistband of my pants.
I want to hesitate, to make him really work for it. But, to be honest, I’ve been daydreaming excessively about his cock ever since he started coming around. There are points when I feel like I’m going to go crazy without it.
I take his hand and slide it down into my panties. “I want you to show me what you can do,” I whisper back, feeling his fingers stroking me lightly along my slit.
When I feel him start to play with my clit, I whimper lightly. I know he loves the noises I make, so I pull him closer to me and kiss his neck and ears as I moan.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my legs.
His touch is so much more careful now than it had been before. There’s a part of me that’s waiting for the pressure, the pulled hair, the love bites along my neck. But instead of grabbing me and shoving my face into the pillow as he smacks my ass, he lays me down gently.
He pulls away for a moment and kisses my forehead, holding my face in his hands like I’m a piece of coveted fine art. One kiss, then another, then a few little ones as he works his way back to my mouth.
Under the blanket, I start to feel for his cock in his pants. He needs to know how much I want him, even if I need to tell him directly myself. I’ve never been shy about getting what I want, but with Abram, I want to show how ravenous I’ve been for him. I’ve been thinking about him nonstop to the point of torturing myself.
“Did you miss the way I touch you, baby girl?” he says, biting my earlobes and kissing down my neck to my shoulder. He plays with my clit a bit more intensely, causing me to cross my legs as the pleasure burns me in the most delicious of ways.
“I thought about you constantly,” I confess, feeling overpowered by the sensation of Abram’s fingers working my clit to the edge of orgasm.
“Oh yeah? I thought you were angry that I was always here,” he teases, smiling as he bites my lower lip.
Before I can reply, he strokes me faster, taking some of the pressure off my clit as it pulses with his touch. I’m getting so close now that I want to cum all over his hand, soaking my sheets.
“You can’t cum until I say you can. I’ve waited way too long for this. You need to work for it,” he growls low in my ear as my back arches.
