Page 24 of Heart Strings

I did, however, invite her into my old bedroom - the one I had slept in before Sierra. She hated this room. It had too many things that meant too much to me on the walls. She didn’t want me to have ties to the past, only to her. “I think that’s just about it,” I told Abigail, sitting on the corner of the bed and rubbing the familiar blanket. Not dusty yet, surprisingly.

“That’s it?” she asked, giving me adorable little sad eyebrows. “I was hoping you could show me more.”

“Not the reaction I was expecting,” I admitted, confused. I had shown her a lot. What more had she been-

Soft, trailing fingers felt their way up the front of my shirt as Abigail straddled me, her knees bent underneath her so she could sit on my thighs facing me. “Show me more.” Her whisper turned into a soft kiss.

I didn’t know what I had done to turn her on, and I didn’t care because one touch of those lips was all it took for me to feel the same. “How much more?” My mind slipped easily into her little game and my hands greedily cupped her perfect, round butt over her shorts.

“Everything.”

That single word did things to me that I couldn’t even describe. She helped me with my shirt, letting her nails scrape my chest as she pulled, and then I helped her with hers - if helped meant I ripped it and her bra off of her, experiencing a hunger only the feeling of her erect nipples under my tongue would satisfy.

She moaned at my first touch to her breasts and pushed her hips against mine, moving in slow circles against my lower body. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and pinched until both sensitive pink buds stood to attention, craving but also shivering under every touch I gave them.

“Oh…Al, can I tell you something?” Long red hair tickled the short dark hair on my chest when Abigail leaned toward me and kissed my neck.

It took me a few seconds to realize she wanted an answer. “Anything.” My hardness pressed against her.

She kissed her way up my neck to my ear, pausing to nibble the earlobe, and then whispered, “You’re so, so sexy when you sing.”

I knew she could feel me crack a wide smile against the side of her face. “You’re so, so sexy…always.” I snapped my neck around quickly, finding her surprised lips and taking the bottom one between my teeth so she didn’t move away. When she returned my kiss, I let go, and her tongue touched my lip. I let her in, and she let me in, opening the door to sloppy, passionate, needy kisses that drove away any desire for cutesy flirting - or pants. Mine hit the floor first, then she kicked hers off, leaving only a pair of white panties to hide her from me.

That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.

I didn’t break our kiss, but I slipped a hand between her legs. She was just so…wet. She wanted this so badly. I must have had really, really sexy singing. I moaned my appreciation of her desire for me even as she moaned, reacting to every movement of my hand. She kissed me harder, giving my lower lip a nibble that almost made me yelp when I lightly brushed a finger over a particular spot down there - probably telling me that if I wanted to keep that lip, I should do something about what she wanted.

Panties weren’t necessary anymore. I slipped them off, the middle where they had been touching Abigail just as wet as she was, and tossed them aside. I kissed her quivering thighs, their warmth flooding my lips. I went from right to left, up and down, and then back to where I had started, always just missing that most sensitive spot…

When I finally did give a lick perfectly between Abigail’s legs, she almost kneed me in the head with the strength of her pleasure. She gave me a little giggle that turned into a gasp as I kept my tongue working, and I kept my eyes open to watch her watching me giving her what she wanted.

Or maybe not all that she wanted. After moments of gasping, and several other indiscernible sounds, Abigail wriggled herself out from underneath me and ended up on top before I knew what had happened, laying half on top of me with my cock in her hand.

Mischievously, she kissed me - then slowly started making her wet-lipped way down my body, and I realized that she was teasing me just as I had teased her. I probably deserved this, but suddenly I wanted to be inside that soaking wet pussy that tasted so good.

And I always got what I wanted.

I flipped us over again, holding her arms at the side of her head while my tip teased her opening. Her eyes sparkled at me over our kiss, and I knew she wanted this as much as me…so I slipped inside her, moaning as her tight walls enveloped every inch of me. She felt so good, and I was already so hard from just her hand…

One of her hands twisted out from under mine, and I opened my eyes long enough to see her fingers go to the place my tongue had just left. Watching me slip in and out, in and out while her fingers rubbed entranced me into a steady rhythm that had us both gasping, gripping at each other, staring into each others’ eyes and wondering who would get there first-

Neither of us got there first. We reached a climax at the same time, clutching each other so tightly that it should hurt if it didn’t feel so incredibly amazing. She relaxed first, then I did a second later, feeling the damp sweat on her chest mix with mine.

I used a couple of tissues by the bed to clean up a little, then shifted into a more comfortable position where I could pull Abigail’s slim, beautiful figure against my body. Our hearts beat together, still feeling the rhythm we had kept moments ago.

A deep breath shook Abigail, and she let it out as a wide yawn. “We can’t go to sleep, it’s still the middle of the day, Abby.” I hid the yawn in my own voice.

“Then…” Abigail trailed off into a second massive yawn of her own. “Hold me. Let’s just cuddle for a little while. Just…just a little…while. And, Al?”

“Yeah?” I pulled her closer and felt her arm tighten around the one I had over her chest.

“You can call me Abby.”

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