Page 21 of Love at First Slice
I didn’t hold back.
This kiss was different than the one we had shared in front of the firepit.
It was rougher, needier. Close to starving with feral desperation. My girl didn’t push me away. No, her pretty, little hands clutched the material of my shirt with tight fists, like she needed me closer. She met my mouth hungry stroke for hungry stroke. Her taste, her sounds, fuck, everything about Abby immediately became a necessary part of living for me from that moment on.
She was sweet with a touch of spice.
And all I wanted to do was gorge myself on her taste every day for the rest of my life.
My lips drifted from hers as they started to explore her jaw and the line of her neck. Her head pressed against the wall as her pretty tits pushed and rubbed against my chest. There wasn’t a part of us that didn’t touch.
“Abby.” Her name felt like a prayer on my tongue. “Tell me to stop,” I growled, pulling my mouth off her neck to look at her. But my sweet fiery feisty girl simply leaned forward and bit my bottom lip. I groaned. I felt like a wild animal taunted and about to attack with how hard my dick was straining against my boxer briefs and pants. Those two layers of fabric were too much of a hindrance and felt scratchy against my sensitive appendage.
“Never stop,” she purred. “Never, ever stop, Mark. Please.” Her soft little whines chipped away at my self-control.
“Little girl,” I tried to warn. She was a virgin, dangling that cherry I knew was meant to be mine like a fucking carrot, and I was only so strong.
“Please.” Her soft whimper snapped something inside of me.
One moment, I was caging her against the wall, and the next, I pulled away. She gasped, but my hands were too busy, my mind in a lust-filled haze, I pulled her shirt off like a savage, watching as her beautiful bountiful breasts bounced up and down encased in a lacy white bra. I had never seen anything more mouthwatering than my woman’s tits.
She whimpered, and I blinked. My breathing ragged, I fought to claw on to some kind of sanity. But the sight of her? In white, basically see-through lace that not only screamed virginal innocence but showed me her pretty, dark areolas and tightened nipples that strained for my attention? It ruined me. I wanted to nuzzle her tits, press them together so I could nip and lick both at the same time.
But I somehow forced myself to still.
“Tell me to stop.” My voice rumbled with a scratchiness I didn’t recognize. “Tell me to stop, Abby.” She shook her head, her eyes locked with mine, unknowingly making her tits sway back and forth like an abundant offering. “Abby,” I started to say, but she stepped forward, pushing her body off the wall, and stood right in front of me.
Without breaking eyes contact, she moved her hands between us and slowly, like she wanted to test the strength of my heart as it leapt against my chest with heavy thumps, she undid button after button.
The animal side of me wanted to brush her hands away and rip the fucking thing off, but I managed to keep still and let her take care of all the buttons.When the hell did this shirt grow so many buttons?I wondered. Before I knew it, those soft slightly shaky fingers brushed against my bare skin, pushing the material off my shoulders until my shirt dropped to the floor.
Abby’s nails scraped down my chest, making my abdominal muscles twitch and dance beneath her light touch, aching for more. More of everything. Yet I stayed still. Until her hand reached for my belt buckle. My hand covered hers in an instant, and she swallowed hard.
“You don’t have to do this. We can slow down and?—“
“Do you want me?” she cut me off. My cock pulsed. Her hand slithered away from mine and palmed my length. “Feels like you do,” she pointed out like a temptress I would let walk me through the gates of hell.
“Abby.”
“Please?” Her soft eyes felt like they could see right through me. That was the nail that hammered the coffin shut for me. I was in trouble for the rest of my days to come. I knew, deep in my soul, there was no damn way I could ever say no to this woman. My woman.
My Adam’s apple bobbed up and down almost as heavily as my chest rose and fell when I gave her a curt nod. She undid my belt buckle and popped the top button of my pants. I forced my eyes to stay open as she carefully unzipped them. The sound echoed in my chest, and my eyes fluttered shut at the relief of my cock springing free. Abby made this little fucking sound I knew would be etched in my brain forever.
“You’re thick,” she whispered against my chest, then her soft, delicate palm wrapped around my girth. “Long.” I almost went cross eyed from how good it felt. A deep guttural sound escaped, and she stilled. “It almost looks angry,” she whispered, brushing the pad of her thumb over the tip.
“Abby,” I rasped, covering her wrist with my hand.
“Did I do something wrong?” I grunted tersely, shaking my head.
“No,” I rasped. “Opposite, really,” I mumbled, and her eyes lit up. My girl was proud of herself.
Her hand started to shuttle up and down my length. All I could do was hold her face with both hands, bending so our foreheads touched as we shared the same breath.
“Jesus, little girl, you’re going to unman me,” I groaned.
“Really?” Abby’s eyes sparkled up at me with pride, preening under my words.
“Yes. But this isn’t how I want to come.” Her hand slowed. She shocked the hell out of me when she dropped to her knees. My throat constricted.
