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Chapter 10
Abby
Abby closed her front door behind Jet, every inch of her skin tingling in anticipation. It had been, in fact, ever since the hot little exchange that they’d shared right before the doorbell had rung. Their words had caused a parade of naughty images to start a progression through her mind, and they hadn’t stopped all evening.
Now, she and Jet were finally alone and they had the opportunity to bring some of those erotic images from the realm of fantasy into reality, and the heat that danced through her body told her that the time was now.
She turned away from the door to face him. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“We never did get around to tasting any the other night; I don’t see why tonight should be any different.”
Lightheadedness exploded through her at his words, and a moan tore from her throat. He crossed to her in two fast steps, sweeping her to him and crushing his mouth to hers.
His tongue plunged between her lips, pressing against hers as his hands explored the planes and curves of her body. Her cheeks burned with a fever at his touch.
It was so much more intense even than the last time, which– although incredibly pleasurable– had been shrouded in gauzy disbelief that it was actually happening after all those years.
There was none of that this time. It felt more real, even, than her daily life did, as if the majority of her experience passed by her in faded sepia tones and this encounter with Jet was bursting with hyper-saturated Technicolor.
He pulled his head back. “Where’s your bedroom? I want to take you to bed.”
She giggled breathlessly. “You mean literally, as opposed to just metaphorically, like before?”
“Exactly.”
“Yeah. I guess you could call that taking me to floor. Or taking me to wall—”
“Hey, Abs?” he interrupted.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you could pause the babbling long enough to show me where your bedroom is? When you’re naked and I’m tasting every inch of you, you can feel free to pick up the babble again.”
She laughed and took his hand, leading him down the hall. “I don’t know if I should be offended or turned on, so I’m just going to go with turned on because it’s more fun.”
He leaned his head down so that his hot breath fanned across her neck as he spoke, “Oh, trust me, Abby. You haven’t seen ‘fun’ yet.”
His words caused such a flurry of arousal to pulse through her system that it stopped her in her tracks. Jet bumped into her from behind, and they both laughed, but it sounded shaky and unsettled to her ears. They were both riding such adrenaline highs, she figured, that they’d better get horizontal quick. She didn’t trust either of them to be able to stay upright much longer.
Still grasping his hand, she rushed the rest of the way down the hall and burst through her door, dragging him behind her all the way to the bed. They were both still laughing as she tumbled onto the bed, pulling him with her.
She loved the playful mood between them, but when their bodies rested on the bed, it abruptly came to a halt. He was on top of her, his hand still in hers, although now he was holding that hand above her head, pressed down hard into the mattress.
He grabbed her free hand with his other one and raised it up above her head, pressing it to the mattress with the other. He stared into her eyes, and their rapid breath mingled through the soundtrack of their pounding hearts.
“I like you holding me down like this,” she purred. “It’s hot.”
He lowered his head and kissed his way down her body. It was all she could do to keep from constantly squirming and jumping like bacon on a hot griddle, every nerve ending was firing off about once a second.
Finally, he let go of her wrists. She was disappointed for a moment until she realized that, of course, he had to that if he was going to use those hands to take her clothes off.
She decided that the trade-off was well worth it.
She did her best to make it easy for him to strip off every piece of clothing by lifting up her hips, rolling to the side, and extending her legs. Before long, he had her completely naked. He lifted up slightly to give himself room to look at her and his eyes raked over her with maddening slowness, grazing every inch of her skin with his laser gaze.
It turned her on to be the object of such lust and desire. When he looked at her like that, she felt like a fine cut of meat laid out for a panther, and she’d never been so happy to be châteaubriand in her life.
He took her nipples in his mouth, alternating back and forth between them. He switched from one to the other at perfect intervals, like he had some sort of psychic intuition about when her body had reached its peak level of arousal from the stimulation of that nipple, and then he’d move to the other and do the same thing.
