She nodded. I was about to drag her to me for one last kiss, when she impaled herself, taking me to the hilt. A wicked gasp left her lips, nails biting into my chest. Every image I’d dreamed of her was blurry. This was technicolor.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
“What?” Her eyes grew. “What’s wrong?”
“You feel fucking amazing,” I managed.
She smiled, biting that lip again.
“The fuck happened to slow, Abs?” I asked.
“You said my pace…” Abigail trailed off, rolling her hips, testing me inside her, and I pressed the back of my head into the pillow.
Holy shit.
Head still back, I found her eyes. “You good?” She sucked in a breath, focused on my chest, pretty pouted lips sucking in breaths. I squeezed her thigh. “Talk to me, Abs.”
“I’m… perfect.” Her eyes lifted, finding mine on a smile. She twirled her hips again, grinding back and forth. Oh shit. I can’t remember the last time I felt like I was going to come this fast, but if she kept doing that fucking thing with her hips…
I dug my fingers into her flesh, keeping her still. “Wait,” I said, voice hoarse.
Her brow furrowed. “Is something wrong?”
I bit the corner of my lip on a smile. “Nah, sweet girl. You’re perfect.”
Too fucking perfect.
Abigail was a dream in the hazy, smoky light, hair a veil across her breasts. Maybe it would shatter in the morning. Maybe I’d wake up and it would all be gone, but right now I pushed her hair behind her ear, anchoring my hand, the other on her hip.
Her eyes found mine and the room disappeared, an irrevocable connection rooting itself deep inside. She looked at me with awe, with affection too close to something else, something deeper.
“Ride me, sweet girl,” I said.
“But…” I could see the worries, the fears spreading in the furrow of her brow like cracks in glass. “I’m not sure I know—” I pushed up inside her until all that came out of her lips was a perfect, beautiful sound. Not quite a gasp, not quite a moan.
“Do what feels good.” I thrust up again just to hear that sound again, until her nails dug deeper and she fell on me a little more.
Slowly, her insecurity faded as she lost herself in pleasure.
I learned her rhythm. She liked it deep and gasped every time I pushed deeper, closer to the limit. Each inhale had me wanting to slam harder.
Later.
I slid my hands up her thighs, up her rib cage and her breasts, before spanning my palm along her neck and sliding my thumb into her open, gasping mouth.
“I should give it to you hard,” I growled. “I should fuck this pussy until you can’t walk. Until you learn to listen.”
She clenched with each rough word and that, almost as much as her bottom teeth biting into my thumb, her hot breath fanning the skin, fueled me—knowing how much she loved it.
“You’d like that too much, wouldn’t you?”
Her head fell back on a sigh, clenching so fucking tight around my dick. I knew she was on the edge, and I nearly fell right off.
“Look at me, Abigail.” I gave a gentle squeeze to her neck. She sucked in a breath at the pressure, eyes dropping to mine. “Yeah, sweet girl, like that.”
I gave another deep thrust, free hand finding her clit. She sucked in a sharp gasp and reached out blindly, gripping my jaw, thumb disappearing into my mouth.
“I think I’m…” As she hit her peak, her eyes glazed over.