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I can feel the heat radiating off her body and it fuels the fire that is burning inside of me. My other hand comes up to cradle the back of her head as I lose myself in the taste and feel of her.

A low moan escapes from somewhere deep within me as she presses herself tightly against me. I can feel her fullbreasts pressing against my chest. My dick strains painfully against the zip of my jeans.

Without breaking the kiss, I guide Abigail towards the kitchen counter. She gasps softly as I lift her onto its surface. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as our bodies press together even harder.

My hands roam over every inch of her body that I can reach; tracing along the curves of her hips before moving up to cup each breast through the fabric of her shirt.

Abigail breaks away from our kiss with a gasp as my thumbs find their way under the hemline of her shirt and graze over the sensitive skin of her stomach. She looks at me with darkened eyes full of desire and need.

"Jon..." she breathes out my name like a prayer and it only spurs me on. I dip my head down to kiss her neck, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline before capturing her lips again in a searing kiss.

I need more. No longer content with just touching I pull away from our kiss and meet her gaze as I slowly start to lift the material up over her head so I can see her. Abby's eyes never leave mine as she raises her arms, allowing me to remove the barrier between us.

There she sits before me, her top half clad only in a lacy black bra that barely contains the fullness of her breasts, and my breath catches in my throat. She is absolutely stunning—every inch of her is perfection.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of Abigail's voluptuous body before stepping forward and claiming her mouth once again in a desperate, need-fuelled kiss. My hands find their way to the clasp of her bra and with fumbling fingers, I manage to free those glorious tits from their confines.

They spill out into my waiting hands and I groan at how heavy they feel—how perfect they are. I can't help but lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure just slightly.

A moan escapes from somewhere deep within Abigail's chest as she arches into my touch. Her nails dig into the flesh of my back through the thin fabric of my t-shirt and it only serves to further increase my desire.

I continue to lavish attention on each breast; teasing the nipples with both tongue and teeth while Abigail's hands roam freely over my chest. She tugs at the hemline of my shirt, silently asking for permission to remove it.

I break away from our kiss long enough for Abigail to lift the shirt over my head before claiming her mouth once again.

Desire courses through my veins, driving me on as I reach for her jeans. With trembling fingers, I manage to undo the button and pull down the zip. She lifts her hips, urging me to remove the denim barrier between us.

I waste no time in sliding off her knickers with her jeans, leaving her completely naked before me. My eyes rake over every inch of her—from her full breasts to the soft curve of her belly and finally to where she is slick and ready for me.

I kick off my own jeans and boxers before stepping forward and capturing Abigail's lips once again. Our bodies are flush against each other as I position myself at her entrance.

With one smooth thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her. We both gasp at the feeling of being joined so intimately, our bodies becoming one in this moment.

Chapter 7

Abigail

The kitchen counter iscool against my palms as Jon holds onto my hips tightly, his grip firm and possessive. I can feel the weight of him between my thighs, stretching me deliciously as he starts to move.

His motions are slow and deliberate, savouring each sensation as he pulls back before pushing into me again. I let out a low moan as Jon’s hands trail up my sides, his fingers tracing patterns over the soft curves of my body. His touch ignites a fire within me, the flames licking higher with each passing second.

He leans down to kiss me then—a hungry, passionate kiss that steals any coherent thought from my mind. Our lips meld together in a frenzy of need and want, tongues tangling and teeth clashing in a primal display of lust.

As we kiss, Jon quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. I can feel myself teetering on the edge of bliss, the anticipation building with every stroke.

Sensing my impending release, Jon breaks away from our kiss and takes one hand off my hip to reach betweenus. He finds my swollen clit easily and begins to rub it in tight circles.

The added stimulation sends shockwaves through me, intensifying the pleasure until it becomes almost unbearable. I dig my nails into the countertop as I feel myself hurtling towards that precipice of ecstasy.

With one final thrust and a well-placed flick of his thumb against my clit, Jon pushes me over the edge. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last.

As I ride out my climax, Jon continues to move, chasing his own release. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he tenses up just before he finds his release.

With a low groan, Jon’s hips stutter and then he stills, buried deep inside of me as he spills himself. I can feel the warmth of him as he pulsates with every heartbeat, our bodies connected in this moment of pure bliss.

We stay like that for a few moments, catching our breath and revelling in the afterglow. Then, with gentle kisses and lingering touches, we start to untangle ourselves.

My skin still tickles from his touch, and the warmth of the moment lingers like a soft glow in the room.

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