Page 32 of Heart Strings

She got into the rental car with me, never once asking where we were going. We traveled through the night-time streets of New Orleans quietly, for once totally comfortable just being near each other again and holding hands to remind ourselves that this was real.

Our destination was the hotel I had booked, and soon I let the door of my room swing shut behind us.

“What’s all this?” Abigail asked, still rubbing at her eyes a little and looking at all the papers spread across the bed.

“Oh,” I said, picking up a paper covered in hand-drawn notes. “I really wanted you to join Vaporized, so I wrote up some examples of how a piano would be the perfect fit for the band. I was hoping I could convince you with these.”

“Well…” Abigail carefully swept the papers into one pile and set them on a chair. “Consider me convinced. And, Al…there’s something else I want to say. I -”

“L-like you?” I mimicked the wavery voice I had heard that day over the phone.

She laughed again and sat down, holding out her arms until I sat down too for a warm hug. “I have to apologize for that, actually… I lied. I promise I’ll never lie to you again, and I’ll start by telling you that I don’t just like you…I love you.”

I had said it before, but this time I could say it to Abigail when she could hear me and everything had somehow turned out okay. “I love you, too,” I spoke the words before she even finished saying hers.

And then, I couldn’t take it anymore. We had been apart for so long, and I had been so afraid it would be forever. I had to hold her close now, revel in this moment, and make sure we both knew that this was forever - not the nightmare of losing her.

True love’s kiss.The silly, fairy-tale thought flashed through my mind as I kissed Abigail, one hand resting on her smooth, soft tresses and the other caressing the bare skin of her upper arm. It was incredible how suddenly everything could change.

Abigail’s tight grip on my shoulders told me how much she had missed me. I relished the scrapes of her nails digging into my skin because it meant she was here - here with me.

We weren’t close enough. There was too much distance between our bodies. I lifted Abigail easily onto the bed, easing her down on her back so our kiss wouldn’t break, even for a second. Now, my chest pressed against hers and I felt the bumps of her perfect breasts moving underneath me, constricted by her bra and shirt.

That wouldn’t do. Better to let them be free, where I could see them and admire them. I gave her shirt hem a tug so Abby would know what I wanted, and she eagerly lifted her back and shoulders so I could pull both garments off. This long, perfect kiss had to end so she could pull them over her head, but I only let it go after a seemingly endless, tender moment.

And then, the kiss was broken anyway, so why not kiss somewhere else?

My lips found her left shoulder and went on an adventure, staying away from any particularly sensitive places for now. I just wanted to explore her body and learn what every soft groove felt like, find every little detail about her skin I had never noticed before. Each kiss made up for the time I had lost away from her, and I took my time - because now, I had all the time in the world.

Finally, desire took over. I visited her nipples first, taking first one, then the other into my mouth and letting a tiny smirk cross my face when I realized they were already standing straight and hard…much like a certain part of me. I played with the sensitive skin between Abigail’s legs, using just one hand to feel her wetness while I undid the belt of my uncomfortably-tight pants with the other. Slowly, I worked off her’s too, switching seductively back and forth between the last layers that kept us apart.

“I’m ready,” Abigail whispered in my ear, scraping her nails across my shoulders. “I want to feel you. I want you to feel me.”

I didn’t doubt she knew exactly how much I wanted to do just that. My greedy lips found her neck, sucking gently while I lined myself up…then I let her gasp escape into a kiss when I moved myself forward.

That one time, we had both been so…well, just plain horny. In my old room at my house in Miami, we had been two people who were turned on by each other and desperately wanted sex - although with plenty of care for one another sprinkled in, of course. And there were several other intimate moments we had shared over her spring break. But now it was different….better than I could have imagined.

This time was slow, sweet and gentle. I pushed in and pulled out slowly, learning the exact moments and places where Abigail would gasp and the ones where she would gaze into my eyes, waiting coyly for the next thrust. She felt so tight around me. I must have felt good to her too, because all she had in her eyes was pleasure and a light of love for me. I knew I must have looked the same because she couldn’t stop running her hands over my body, tracing the storied tattoos I had promised to share.

I would share those stories later. Right now, I wanted to share all of me.

Then, we had a fine-tuned feel of each other. My body ached with held-back desire, and her hips moved with arousal, begging not just for more of me…begging for faster.

I went faster. Abby’s gasps puffed across my face with every thrust, and my breaths matched the rhythm of my body. My hand instinctively reached up to clutch her shoulder, holding against my force.

The buildup, the anticipation of this moment, it had all been so much and gotten me so excited…and so hard. If I kept this pace up, pounding in and out of Abigail’s tight, wet pussy, I would-

Pleasure built and exploded before I even realized I was close. The moan that tore from my throat was high-pitched, breathy and anything but manly. The release and that sound stole my breath from me, and I had to collapse onto the comfort of the blanket, clutching it to regain my senses.

Abigail still needed something, and when I recovered enough to see what she was doing, I realized that she intended to get that something with or without me. Since her fingers were already working at that perfect spot for maximum pleasure, I did what I could to help…

I slipped one finger inside her. Her expressive hips told me that wasn’t enough, so I added one more - and then one more again. Her gasp rewarded me, and I looked for a second reward, trying to find the place inside her that would earn it. My fingers found it and slipped in and out, adding my own motion to the little circles Abigail’s fingers were doing with herself. The delicious, intoxicating moans and the frantic motions of her hips told me she was getting close…so I decided to help her a bit more.

My arm bulged as I worked my fingers swiftly in and out, putting every muscle to work to move my fingers as quickly as I could.

“Oh-h-h my god-d-D!” The last letter turned into a high-pitched squeak as Abigail threw herself against me in a massive orgasm, tensing everything so hard that more than one joint gave a quiet pop.

When she relaxed, I asked, “Are you okay?” That had been…intense.

Abby twisted over to look at me blankly, then her face broke into a wide grin. “I’m perfect. So perfect.”

“Then I am too.” And I was. It would be perfect to just lay here, knowing everything was alright at last, and fall asleep with my girl in my arms.

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