Can I though? It already feels like some lines are blurred between fun and feelings, but I’m willing to try this her way.
“Oh, one last thing, you can’t do that thing with your eyes.”
I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Abby sits up straighter in my lap and her movement makes my cock twitch with excitement.
“The staring thing. Your eyes, they get all dark and intense sometimes when you’re staring at me, it makes me feel… things. You look at me with this—”
“Desire,” I cut her off, shrugging my shoulders. “Sorry, Princess. That’s not something I’m really able to control.”
“Why not?” Her bottom lip curves into a pout and fuck, if I don’t just want to take it between my teeth.
I move her off my lap and lay her back on the bed. Setting myself up between her thighs, she spreads her legs and I plant my hands on either side of her head.
Whispering low next to her ear, I say, “Because every time I see you, Abby, especially now that I know how you taste… how you sound, the little moans and whimpers you make… the desire to pin you against a wall and worship your body is always going to be there.”
Abby’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red as she turns her face to hide a smile. In this position, I can already feel my erection growing and I’d bet anything that if I were to touch her, she’d be wet for me too. When she turns back to face me, my lips kiss the tip of her nose and I lean down to whisper against her lips.
“Can you be quiet like a good girl so we don’t wake our neighbor?” My head tilts towards the door as Abby runs her hand up my shirt, and pulls me closer to her before flicking her hips up towards me and giving me a sly little grin with a bob of her head.
That’s all the confirmation I need before I’m ripping my shirt off and bringing my mouth to hers. She swipes her tongue on my bottom lip and I welcome her sweet taste in. I groan as she pulls at my shorts, she gets them down just enough with my boxers to free my cock that’s already standing at attention for her. The feel of her fingers on the head makes my eyes roll back as she rubs the beads of precum that are lingering.
“Abby,” I growl.
“I want you, Anderson.”
Fuck, this woman is something else. I sit up on my knees and stare at her, really take her in. She’s still fully clothed, but damn it, I’m already ready to spill just looking at her like this. Her lips are pouty and a little pink, probably from the sun and our kiss. She slips herself out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of pink lace underwear that I’m dying to slip my tongue under and the t-shirt she was wearing when she came in. I pull her up and reach out both of my hands to grab her waist, running my fingers up to her rib cage and pulling the shirt up with me as I go until it’s completely off of her body.
She came here without a bra? I’m biting back the huge fucking smile that wants to take over my face because the animalistic need for her, to touch her, has taken center stage.
“Lay back down,” I demand.
She lowers herself to the bed completely and I nudge my knee towards her center, feeling the wetness from her pussy on my skin. When she feels my knee, she rocks herself against it, creating friction and leaving her arousal on my skin, showing me just how ready she is for me. Reaching to my bag on the floor next to me, I grab a condom.
“Tell me you’re sure, Abby.”
As if she wants to torture me even more, Abby takes one of her breasts in her hand and squeezes as she pants out, “I’m sure.”
Secret friends with benefits. I can do this. Thinking back to my conversation with Summer when she visited, she encouraged me to be a little more spontaneous, and have a little fun. Maybe this advice of hers will be good for me. Plus, after hearing Mia’s confession today, it made me feel like I should start trying some new things. There’s no denying my attraction to Ford. I’m barely able to think straight when I’m around him, so I’m going to try and do this Summer’s way.
Ford puts the condom on and I’m mentally preparing myself to figure out how the hell he’s going to fit. My clit is throbbing for his attention, he’s all I want right now.
“You’re so wet for me.” He slides his finger down the fabric of my underwear before pulling them completely from my body and swiping a finger into my bare flesh. I let out a moan, louder than intended, at his touch. He licks his finger and then comes to kiss me. It’s hard and deprived, like he’s afraid that if he doesn’t make the most of this moment, it’ll slip away. When he finally pulls his lips from mine, he softly kisses all over my body. He starts on my cheek, then moves to my shoulder, between my breasts and down to my stomach. Keeping his fingers in my hair the whole time. I’ve never felt as sexy as I do when I’m with Ford. He makes me feel like the only woman in the world, he makes me feel desired and having his full attention is almost more than I can handle.
He lines himself up with my center and glides back and forth, coating himself with my arousal before slowly sinking in. At first, it’s just the tip and even that feels like it fills me up but I want more.
“All of it. Ford, please.” A possessiveness shows in his eyes, like me asking for more just sets something on fire within him. He moves deeper, still taking it slow until he’s all the way in, stretching me further than I’ve ever felt before.
“Oh God,” I cry out before covering my mouth with my hand.
“If anything hurts, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
“No, no, it feels so good. Move. I need you to move.” I rock my hips a little to insinuate that I want the movement and he takes the lead, thrusting in and out until we’re at a steady pace together. My fingers pull at the back of his neck and then my hands down his sides, to his ribs, pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck, Abby. You’re so tight, so perfect.” Ford keeps us together as he reaches a hand between my legs and presses onto my clit. I gasp as the feel of his thumb sends a wave of pleasure through me.
“Yes, more.”
