Addicted - Page 41

"Jesus Christ, Abby," he said quietly. He started on his own pants, wrestling those and his underwear off before coming towards me again. He positioned himself between my legs and kissed me sweetly, holding his weight on his arms so he wasn't bearing down on me.

I felt brazen, running my hands over his shoulders, his back, his ass, any part of him I could reach. I reached one hand between us and found his dick. The head was wet under my fingers. My hand didn't even go all the way around. Oh my God, was it going to hurt?

I heard him groan and push his hips forward into my hand. I stroked the tight, hot skin, feeling how hard he was.

"I want to fuck you, Abby," he whispered into my ear, using his teeth gently biting and sucking my neck. I wanted him to. There was nothing else I wanted more than that.

"Do you have protection?"

He shifted off of me and searched the pockets of his jeans. I turned my head, seeing the bright pink and yellow sunset and remembering where we were. Not many people came to the beach; that was why I liked it. We were outside, but somehow, I didn’t feel we were exposed or in public.

He found a condom and fitted it over his dick. He got back on top of me, pulling my legs up around him.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded, biting my lip. He kissed me softly, pushing the head of his dick against my opening. Fuck, that was big. It had been a while.

I squeezed my eyes shut feeling him enter me. My lips stretched wider than they'd had to in a while. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, stopping. I let out a ragged exhale, realizing I'd been holding my breath. "Oh God, Abby," he said, pulling out.

"No. I don't want you to stop," I protested, reaching for him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, looking into my face.

"Just go slow," I said as I leaned in to kiss him. He lowered himself on top of me again, warning me once more before he started pushing into me.

I felt a little pressure and pain as he slowly entered me. He thrust forward and would pull out, slowly getting deeper every thrust. The pressure turned into pleasure the deeper I felt him. I began to writhe underneath him, feeling him fill me up.

By the time he could slide into me all the way smoothly, I was a mess, sweating and begging underneath him.

His body pressed down into mine as he drove into me. His strokes were long and deep, rekindling a flame inside me that I thought had died out a long time ago. I wasn't experienced, but it definitely hadn't felt like this the times I'd done it in the past. This felt raw and deep. I felt it in my whole body.

I felt him slow down slightly and move above me. I wanted to plead with him not to stop, but the words died in my throat.

His fingers firmly massaged my clit as he continued to fuck me. I cried out, feeling him play me like an instrument. I wasn't going to last much longer, not if he didn't stop touching me. I felt my body seize as I came. White light shot behind my eyelids, and I felt a flood of hot pleasure seep into every neglected part of me from my core.

He quickened his pace, fucking me with hard, short strokes before he finished, as well. We were still for a while afterwards. The wind was cool on my heated skin and I missed the feel of his large body over mine when he finally moved, sliding out of me. He asked me whether I was okay before he told me to start getting dressed as he got rid of the condom.

He offered to drive us back. I was a little unsure, but let him since I wasn't that sure sitting in the car with him after that wouldn't drive me to distraction. He got through the craggy, unpaved section near Keahiakawelo fairly quickly and followed my directions, getting on the road that would get us to the hotel. I folded my legs up on the seat and watched the darkening landscape go by us outside.

"Abby?" he said.

"Yeah?"

"Was that your first time?" he asked. Valid question, I suppose. I felt sore from the vigorous activity after such a long drought. Not a bad sore. Like a satisfied sore.

"No. It's just been a while since I last...you know," I said, looking over at him. "Was it your first time?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Definitely not," he said.

I peered back out the window. He was twenty-seven; of course, he wasn't a virgin. He'd been married before. It wasn't a big deal. We had just... It had just felt right so we had done it. We were two people who were attracted to each other and we did something about it.

I sighed. How many other girls did this after sex? I didn't want to spend so much time dwelling on it, but we had just changed everything between us. He still wasn't leaving the resort for a long time. Had he come to Hawaii intending to have a relationship with someone? Was I his summer fling?

I felt a little gross thinking about it. Oh God, were there employee rules about this that I was breaking?

What was this in the first place? It was probably nothing. It was just something that had happened and now that it had, we could make the decision to keep it in the past and move on. I wanted to help him with his addiction. I was pretty sure my vagina had nothing to offer him as far as his recovery.

Our shift was over, so Makani wasn't at the front desk when I entered the lobby at the end of the day. Nate was, though.

He was standing there talking to Stephanie, one of the girls who did nights; he hadn’t gone right to his suite. I had taken my time making sure the car went back and had hoped I’d be able to get away with not seeing him again that night. I said hi to Stephanie, walking past the desk.

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