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Straw’s hand drifts down to cup her right breast in his left hand. The mound is more than a handful. The flesh is soft and full. He feels the nipple harden at his touch, rubbing his palm as he moves over her gown. He needs the material out of his way. He grunts in frustration as he reaches the for hem of her night gown. Slipping his hand under, he quickly slides his hand up her thigh to discover she isn’t wearing any panties. His hand continues upward, over the soft swell of her lower abdomen and up, higher and higher until he reaches his goal. Her nipple tightens under his touch as he pinches and rolls it. A soft moan escapes her as he plays. He needs these clothes out of his way. Breaking their kiss, he leans more heavily on his right arm as he grabs the hem of her gown to pull it up and over her head. Abigail eagerly helps him rid herself of her clothing. She’s now laying bare under him in all her obvious glory.
“Damn,” Straw whispers. The awe and reverence easy to hear in his voice as his gaze sweeps the length of her body. His breath hitches as he zeros in on her tuff of curls between her thighs. He can’t wait to touch her there, stroke his tongue up her slit, flick her clit with it. He is determined to have her calling his name way into the night. Multiple orgasms for her are his goals for this night. His eyes trail up to her breasts that are swaying slightly with her rapid breathing. Her dark areolas are tipped with peaked, firm nipples. He lowers his head to take her left one in his mouth, sucking gently at first, flicking the nipple with his tongue. Abigail arches her back thrusting her breasts toward him, her breath catching as his teeth scrap over the sensitive peak. He increases his suction when she arches, pulling hard on her breast until he pulls off with a pop before diving for the right breast to give it the same attention. He doesn’t want it to feel left out. He fully plans to give them both a lot of attention.
Abigail’s hands have gotten more eager in her exploring, much to his delight. Her hands have tentatively lowered down his back to grip his ass. The more he’s kissed and sucked her breasts her hands have gotten bolder, massaging his buttocks and trying to pull his groin to her. He’s trying to hold back because he’s certain that once his cock gets near her pussy, he won’t be able to keep it out of the sweet, warm depths. Suddenly she growls in frustration when he, again, dodges her attempt to pull him to her.
“Robert,” comes her breathy moan. “Please, I need you.” So impatient, he thinks to himself. He’s in no hurry, so he continues to kiss his way down her abdomen seeking her honey hole. “Wait!” He stills. His breath coming short and fast. He’s gotten really worked up, but if she’s changed her mind, he’ll deal. Pulling back to look up at her, a frown is on her pretty face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Robert asks between breaths. Her frown is replaced with surprise at his question. Quickly she ends his concern.
“You’re not naked,” she whines softly. A chuckle bubbles up as relief floods through him. She smiles sweetly at him, the nymph. Her hands go to the waist band of his sleep pants and begin pushing them down over his hips. Her movements are swift. Her hands greedy in their search for his shaft. He shifts to help her, although he thinks he should have refused her when her hand wraps around his throbbing cock. She strokes him a few times before he can stop her. Precum leaks from the slit across the top of his shaft. Catching him off guard, Abigail pushes against his shoulder, causing him to roll onto his back. Suddenly her tongue licks over the tip, lapping up his seed.
“Fuck!” Straw growls out, gritting his teeth as he tries to hold off shooting his wad. Sweet torture as she sucks him into her mouth and begins to go down on him. Damn it’s been too long since he’s relieved himself. He hasn’t been with a woman in almost a year. Sex with a stranger had lost its appeal a long time ago, even more so when his teammates began to find their women. As far as taking care of things himself, it has been at least a month. He’s been wanting Abigail every moment for the last two weeks, and now that he has her, he’s afraid he can’t hold out. “Stop baby, please.” Straw’s voice a strangled plea. He sighs when Abigail’s mouth releases his cock with a pop.
“What? You don’t like that?” Abigail asks, sounding unsure of herself. Straw sits up to get her under her arms and haul her up to him. He lays back sprawling her over him. She settles herself on top of him, straddling his hips, his cock bobbing against her ass. Her sex is warm and moist over his lower abdomen.
“Oh, baby, have no doubt that I was enjoying that,” Straw tells her. His hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear so he can see her face. “But I want to be inside you when I blow, and if you’d kept that up much longer, I would have shot my cum down your throat.” The wicked grin that spread across her face at his confession nearly undoes him. He is quickly learning he’s met his match with Abigail. He’s always prided himself on being in control of his body and mind. He’s never allowed himself to lose control when he is intimate with a woman. However, he’s not sure he’ll be able to say that after tonight. His Abigail is a firecracker. They are going to burn hot for sure.
He flips her onto her back without warning. “Robert!” She squeals and laughs as she sprawls on the bed under him. He hovers over her briefly before dropping a kiss to her lips. Then he makes quick work of getting between her thighs. He’s been wanting to taste her so badly. She’s tasted him, now it’s his turn. “Oh!” she exclaims when she realizes his intent. When he’s got her thighs spread wide for him, his eyes feast on her pink, moist lips. He glances up at her and gives her a smile.
“My turn, baby,” Straw informs her as he lowers his head. He inhales deeply, enjoying the musky scent of her. He presses a kiss to each thigh and her mound before he moves in for the honey hole. Taking his time, he licks up her slit. Sweet, musky flavor bursts on his tongue as he laps at her. Finding her sensitive bundle at the apex of her opening, he gives it some much needed attention, flicking it over and over with his tongue. Her moans and flexing of her hips toward his mouth lets him know she’s enjoying his attention. Sucking the bundle gently, she begins to fuck his face in earnest. Her hands grip his head holding him where she wants him. A long loud moan filling the quiet room. He grins at the sounds he is pulling from deep inside her. Needing more of her, he drives his tongue in deep, using the tip of his nose to bump her clit. He pumps his tongue in and out as he wants so much to do with his cock.
He is thoroughly enjoying his time between her thighs. Licking, sucking, even nipping her clit from time to time. Every time she gets close, he eases back wanting to savor their first time together, but it is getting more a more difficult to hold back. He wants so much to be buried balls deep inside her. A frustrated growl erupts from Abigail when he again slows his attention to her clit when he feels her walls begin to quiver. “Robert!” Abigail whines. “Pl-please stop teasing me. I need to come.” He can’t deny her anything so he gets down to business. He sucks her clit into his mouth and pulses it hard. He slides two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Curling them just right, he strokes her g-spot. Slow and gentle at first, then faster applying more pressure. When her walls begin to quiver, he grazes her clit with his teeth. She cries out. “Ohhhhh!” To push her over the edge, he sucks her clit hard again, picking up the pace of his finger fucking. “Robbbert!” Abigail’s guttural cry rings out as she reaches her climax. A flood of moisture pours from her pussy, coating his face. He continues to suck and stroke her, prolonging her pleasure.
“Oh God!” Abigail cries out again as he pulls another orgasm from her. Grinning smugly at his ability to pleasure her, he slows his attentions to her pussy. Now it’s time to get himself buried inside her. Crawling up her body, licking and kissing as he goes, Straw maneuvers himself up over her. Abigail looks up at him with such desire, it steals his breath momentarily. It’s too soon to think she loves him, but damn if that isn’t what he’s seeing in her eyes. It should frighten him. It should make him want to bolt from this bed and run far away, but it doesn’t. It only makes him want to show her he feels the same.
“Abigail, baby.” Straw’s voice sounds rough, husky. He licks his lips, still tasting her. “I need you.” She smiles and nods, reaching her arms up to circle his neck. He lowers his head to kiss her, long, slow, and deep. His woman is so eager. While he’s enjoying drinking her in, she moves her hand down to grab his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Much to his delight, she thrusts her hips toward him, trying to draw him inside. He breaks their kiss. “So eager,” he murmurs. He kisses her again briefly. Then he unentangles himself from her. She frowns as he reaches for his jeans. “Condom.” She nods and watches as he rips open the package and skillfully rolls it on before settling himself once again between her legs.
Waiting no longer, he swipes his latex covered cock in her moist folds, coating it in her juices. Then he eases himself inside her. Just a few inches, then backs out, before sliding in again, a little further. She’s tight, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her. It takes several lazy glides before he is fully sheathed inside her.Damn! That’s so fucking good.Shefeels good wrapped around his cock, tight and hot.He stills once he’s bottomed out, savoring the moment, the feeling. He looks down at her. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her brown hair fanned out around her head on the white pillow. Her lips are parted in a silent moan. Her eyes closed. A look of intense pleasure on her face. “Eyes, baby,” he coos needing to see her. She opens them immediately. Her intensity is almost too much to bear. He can see his own emotions reflected in her eyes, like looking in a mirror to his soul.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasps, emotion making it hard for him to speak. He’s waited so long for this moment. Perhaps since he was seven years old and held her in his arms while hell raged around them. Now, in this moment, he knows that this truly is fate, destiny. He has always been destined to find her and join with her. She is his, and he is hers; nothing will ever change that. His need to move over takes him, and he begins to pull out of her only to slide back in, fully. His pace is measured, lazy, but it doesn’t take long before her whimpers and moans begin to spur him on to a faster pace. Also, his woman is greedy. She wraps her legs around his waist and using her heels on his lower back and buttocks begins to pump him inside her at a faster rate, still. Her hips swinging upward to match him thrust for thrust.
“More!” she demands as her hips pump faster, rising up to meet him. She gives an extra tilt with each thrust taking him deeper than the time before. She is driving him to the brink of insanity. His pace quickens, and he thrusts harder, but still he holds back. He’s a strong man and she seems so fragile, delicate. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her. He’s never worried about a sexual partner before. He just took what felt good to him, but with Abigail, her needs and pleasure come first. “Please, Robert. Stop holding back. I need you, harder, faster.” Her soft plea causes him to focus back on her face to see the sincerity in her eyes. He lets go and allows his instinct to take over, and he begins to piston in and out of her at a brutal pace. The sound of slapping flesh reverberates in the room, mingling with her moans and his grunts. It’s raw. It’s dirty and only feeds his need to fuck her into oblivion. He feels his balls begin to draw up, he knows he can’t hold out much longer. He’s already lasted longer than he expected when she first sucked his cock. He needs her to get there quickly. Balancing himself on his knees and left arm, he moves his right hand between them. Coating his fingers in the juices leaking from where they are joined, he begins to strum her clit with vigor. “Ohhh!” comes a strangled cry. He feels her walls gripping his cock, milking it, painfully. Thankfully, she comes, moisture floods from her walls as they quiver. He can feel liquid leaking from between them. His orgasm is upon him. He ruts her erratically, need driving him. It only seems to fuel her own pleasure. She continues to meet him thrust for thrust. Finally, he comes with a roar, her name on his lips as he buries himself deep, feeling his come fill the condom. He pumps his hips a few more times. Milking the last of his come from his cock.
He lowers himself over her, though keeping most of his weight on his arms. He kisses her briefly not having enough breath after that to kiss her long and deep like he wants. He rolls to his side taking her with him to cuddle her next to him. His cock slips from her deep heat. The loss of their connection hits him, and he hears her disgruntled whine. He kisses her temple, and she snuggles into his side. He holds her close, knowing he needs to dispose of the used condom, but his need to still feel the connection they’d just shared is stronger. They lie together getting their breath back and savoring the moment. When he feels he can speak without having to gasp for air, he looks down at the woman who has stolen his heart in such a short amount of time. As if reading his mind, she looks up at him through her lashes and gives him a contented smile. He kisses her, intending for it to be a quick kiss before he left their bed, but his need for the connection drives him to deepen it, drag it out.
All too soon, he has to pull back. He’s got to take care of business. He can feel the sloppy mess that is on her thighs, and the condom is becoming uncomfortable. Pulling back, he whispers, “Be right back. I gotta take care of this.” She nods as she loosens her hold on him. In the bathroom, he ties off the condom disposing of it in the trash. He runs the sink until the water is warm. He gets a wash cloth and washes himself quickly. Then wetting one for her, he squeezes the excess moisture from it before he heads to the bed. She’s just as he left her. Laying on her left side, looking up at him with desire still swirling in her beautiful eyes.
“Let me wash you,” Straw says as he nears the bed. She looks surprised but nods and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs, allowing him to wash the evidence of their love making from her flesh. When he’s done, he returns the cloth to the bathroom. Returning to the bed, he pulls her close, wrapping his arm around her, holding her next to him, needing to hold her. His arm is under her neck, and she rests her head on his right pectoral, throwing her arm over his waist and cocking a knee on his thigh. Straw’s never been one to cuddle after sex, but he’s not at all uncomfortable with Abigail draped over him. He wants this. No, he needs this. Something settles inside him as they lay there together, no words needed, his fingers trailing up and down her arm soothe the restlessness that’s plagued him all his life. He rests his head against the top of hers, feeling the most contented he’s ever been in his life. After a while, he notices her breathing has become regular and deep, in sleep. Kissing the top of her head, he allows himself to drift off.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Waking, Abigail is a little disoriented at first. She’s is enveloped by a warm, strong, muscled body. She doesn’t know where she’s at or who’s bed she’s in for a brief moment. Then the activities from the night before come flooding back. She shifts. Her muscles protesting. She’s sore in all the right places from their amorous activities. She’d fallen asleep soon after they’d made love the first time. Robert had woken her sometime later, kissing her neck. It hadn’t taken long before he was rolling on another condom and had her positioned a top him.
She blushes as she remembers how blatantly she’d ridden him. She hadn’t been her normal restrained self in those moments. She’d felt free to be herself, let loose, to let him see her. She had ground herself on him, riding him hard. She’d speared herself on his cock and loved every minute of it. She’d fucked herself until she was screaming his name over and over as she came hard, nearly blacking out from the intensity. Then he’d flipped her onto her stomach, hitched up her hips before slamming into her from behind. The shock had startled her, but it felt so good she could only moan as he pounded into her over and over. She didn’t think she could come again. She’d lost count how many orgasms he’d given her that night, but she’d underestimated his skill in bed. It wasn’t all that long before she felt it building. When he reached around her and began to rub her clit, she was gone again. Her hips shoving back to meet his every thrust. She couldn’t get enough of him.
He’s ruined her, she realizes, as she feels him begin to stir from sleep. She’d had the absolute best sex of her life last night. She’s banking on, Robert meaning it when he said he’s in this for the long haul. She has the feeling if he left her she’d never recover. She’d never be able to live without him, and that scares her. The last time she allowed herself to be dependent on a man, she’d had to kill him…well nearly kill him to protect herself. She knows that Robert is nothing like Todd, but he still has the power to destroy her if he left her, and that’s a humbling feeling.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Robert’s sleepy voice rasps in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her back is to his front, so his mouth is next to her ear when he speaks. Something about him speaking in her ear has her hormones flaring to life once again. She turns her head to glance back at him over her shoulder, giving him a good morning smile.
“Good morning.” Abigail turns in his arms to face him. They’re still naked. He’s already aroused as she can feel his erection pressed against her abdomen. Their legs are tangled together, and her breasts are pressed against his chest. She lays her head on his bicep, which he has cradled under her. He kisses her forehead and tightens his arms around her. They lay in a comfortable silence for a few moments. The ringing of her cell phone breaks the moment. Robert reaches over her to snag her phone off the night stand and hands it to her. Looking at the caller ID, she sees it’s Charlotte’s number. Thinking something is wrong with Ellie, she quickly answers.
“Hello? Is Ellie all right?” Abigail’s questions come out rapid fire in her fear. Robert sits up, sensing something is wrong. He’s already getting out of bed to get dressed.
“Oh Lord, Abigail, Ellie’s fine!” Charlotte exclaims. “I’m sorry to call this early, but Ellie wanted me to call and see if you and Straw would go down and have breakfast with us. The kids are hungry again. I think once they eat, they’ll finally conk out.” Charlotte chuckles.
“They’ve been up all night?” Abigail asks incredulously. Ellie’s never stayed up all night before. Abigail can’t imagine her staying awake all night. Those kids must have been really hyped up on sugar last night.
“Well, yeah,” Charlotte answers. “Slumber party, duh.” Abigail can’t keep from laughing at Charlotte’s reply. “Anyway, she’s been begging me for the last hour to call you, so I finally broke down…Hope I’m not interrupting anything…” Charlotte trails off, but the suggestive question hangs unspoken. Abigail laughs some more. Feeling freer than she has in a long time, she decides to tease her friend.
