Page 133 of Abyss

My abs contract and my hand tightens around her silk strands as she sucks me deeper. My dick hits the back of her throat and my need heightens, a tingle playing at the base of my spine. Jesus Christ, I’ll never get enough of her mouth.

Her hand plays with my balls and my entire body feels fevered watching her hollow out her cheeks, sucking hard.

Fuck, she’s good at this. And to think she’d never done it before me.

A primal sense of pride surges inside me, and I hold myself back from taking control and not fucking her mouth until she’s choking on my dick.

With her movement steady, her head bobs over me, her half-covered breasts swinging lasciviously while she laves thebottom of my shaft with her tongue, running it along my smooth, sensitive skin. I hear her gag, but her eyes stay connected to mine, working through it and opening up her throat.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice husky. “You like choking on this cock?”

She moans, her mouth still full, but continues to suck until I’m swaying on my legs, seeing stars at the outskirts of my vision.

Pulling out of her mouth, I breathe heavily, gesturing behind her. Her mouth felt way too fucking good; a minute more and I’d be blowing my load, ending this prematurely. “Get back on the bed. I need to fuck you.”

Popping off my cock, she licks her lips before her spine hits the bed again. Within seconds, I’m hovering over her, in between her open thighs, with the head of my cock at her entrance.

Using my hand to direct it, I press the tip inside her, making her hips swing up and her head roll back. Pressing my mouth to the soft skin of her neck, I slowly thrust inside all the way until I’m completely sheathed inside her. “Jesus, fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

It’s been a month without her. Without her warmth around me. Without her smiles and laughs in the air.

A month where my heart lived outside of me, and I had to watch it continue on as if it was never a part of me in the first place. A month where I did nothing but wait and bide my time, watching her from afar, shattering with every one of her smiles, knowing they weren’t for me.

Wondering if they’d ever be for me again.

There were times I felt like a stalker—trailing behind her to see where she went or going into the coffee shop she just left, only to catch a whiff of her scent like it’s my goddamn addiction because it was the only way I could feel close to her.

To say the past month has been excruciating would be the understatement of the century. Like being made to watch the same wreckage on tape, over and over again, until your eyes threatened to bleed.

I missed her in a way that was indescribable.

I freeze over her, taking her in—a flush covering her neck, her eyes bouncing over my face, sweat beading over her brows—before pulling out halfway and thrusting back in.

“I love you,” I rasp, thanking my lucky stars she fucking took me back.

Her golden-brown eyes mist when she cradles my face. “I know.”

She sees it, everything as plain as day written all over my face. My reservations dissolved, my guard demolished. I’m hers. All fucking hers.

Truth be told, I was a goner the day I came into my office and saw her sitting at Belinda’s desk that first time, all feigned confidence and uncertain smile.

I knew I was going to lose to her and it scared the living shit out of me.

But looking back at it now, that moment was the beginning of the rest of my life. A life I want to spend with this woman right here.

“I missed you so fucking much, Kav . . .” I take in a stuttered breath, my throat feeling parched. My heart thunders inside my chest, finally alive. Finally whole. “I . . . I—”

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say, but her wobbly smile tells me she does. “I know, baby. I know.”

I melt into her, my face nuzzled in her neck as I ram her deep and hard, thundering into her like a force unleashed. I drive forward as her nails scrape down my back and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

“Oh, God,” Kavi moans and I lift back up, curling my hand over her throat possessively and watching her intently.Every flicker of her expression is a promise and a revelation. My weakness and strength.

My thumb reaches up to pull down her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful when you take my cock. Keep making those sounds for me, sweetheart.”

Strands of her wet hair stick to the side of her forehead, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, as I drive into her with deliberate long strokes.

Our breaths are uneven, moans clashing, but we’ve never been so in sync.

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