Page 43 of Puck with Karma
The way Abby allows me to lead her as I kiss her is such a turn on, I almost change my mind and push her against the wall. But she deserves better. She deserves a soft mattress under her.
I groan in pleasure when she gets more aggressive in the way she kisses me. She is as desperate for me as I am for her.
When the backs of my legs hit the bed, I spin her around and throw her on it. She giggles, her hair bouncing before falling all around her head on the pillow.
“Xander Hamilton,” she bites her bottom lip in a coy move. “I’ve been dying to see you naked since I got in your tub earlier,” she confesses. “You better not disappoint.”
She sits up in bed and waits for a few moments. When she crosses her arms and brings the bottom of her shirt up and over her head, I about fall to my knees. She doesn’t have anything on underneath, just bare, smooth and creamy skin.
I follow every move she makes as she drops the top to the floor before lying back down on the bed. Her thumbs hook to the waistband of the lounge pants she has on. With no hesitation, she lifts her hips just enough to slide the pants down her legs until they are completely off. No underwear. They land on top of the shirt.
She smirks at me. “Your turn now.”
I’d love to say that I’m about to drag this out and give her a good show. But the thought of having her is too much. I feel like a teenage boy who’s about to get naked with a girl for the first time in his life.
The long sleeved shirt I have on comes off in no time, leaving me in the pair of dry jeans I put on earlier before leaving for the meeting with my father. I slip my feet out of the heavy boots I got on, then, without any ceremony, I undo the button and zipper and pull them down along with my boxer briefs.
Abby’s eyes look too big on her face as she takes me in. They focus for a second too long on my very erect cock. It is so ready for her, I feel a bit of pre-cum escaping the tip.
Enjoying the way she watches me, I wrap a hand around the base and squeeze. My eyes close for a second and I let out a moan. The combination of her watching me and me touching myself while she’s doing it is almost too much.
Abby licks her lips in anticipation before clearing her throat, sounding nervous now.
“I-I thought you’d want me to do that.”
I drop to my knees on the bed and crawl toward her, smiling when her legs drop open. Her breathing is a bit shallow, betraying how turned on she already is, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
I press my hands on each side of her, by her hips, then look up at her face.
“Having your hands on me is all I want right now,” I confess. My voice comes out gruff and commanding. She lets out a shiver at hearing the words. “Right after this.”
Without warning, I drop my mouth right on her pussy, with the tip of my tongue teasing her clit.
“Oh my God!”
Abby’s hips jerk up and her hands come straight for my head, fingers diving into my hair in an attempt to pull my face off her.
Instead of following her silent directive, I start sucking on her clit before letting go of it to focus on everything that is her. I’m not even sure whether my heart is still in my chest or in my head right now when I lick her from her back hole and all the way up, taking a moment to focus on her entrance. She is already wet, her juices glistening in the soft light in the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” I groan again right before lapping at them.
Her taste on my tongue is making me lose my mind. My hands are on her hips, my thumbs pressing on her hipbones, keeping her in place as I pleasure her with my mouth.
“Xander,” she sounds out of breath. “This is… This…” She is wetter yet. I want to make her come, but this time, it will be with my cock.
With one last lick, I look up at her face. She is staring at me, mouth slightly open, trying to come to terms with all that she is feeling. Join the club, Abby.
I lift myself over her, the tip of my cock landing right at her entrance. I push in a little, but when she lifts her hips to take me in, I pull back.
“Oh my God,” she berates me. “Stop that!”
I am about to do it again when it hits me.
“Fuck!” Sweat drips off my forehead and hits the sheets.
“What is it?” Abby is now panicking. “What is it?”
“I need a condom,” I manage to mutter through painful breaths. “I need a fucking condom.”
