“Take these off.” I’m pulling at her sweatpants that are two sizes too big for her. I take a deep breath after seeing the black lace thong she’s wearing as her sweatpants slide down to the floor. She then slips her tank top off of her body and again, she’s not wearing a fucking bra as her breasts bounce when she scoots herself close to the edge of the counter.
“Abby, are you trying to kill me?” I groan as she works her hand up my shirt and then back down to my shorts where she pulls them down far enough to free my cock. My boxers and shorts are around my ankles as she takes my cock in her hand gently and rubs the head. She grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s a hungry kiss, a needy one. It feels like we both need this today, and who am I to tell her no?
“Tell me what you want,” my words breathing right into her ear.
“You, I want you.”
Her heavy voice against my lips, the way she’s looking at me and the way her body is already thrusting towards me, fucking hell. I give her a devilish smirk and bring my forehead to hers,
“God, I fucking crave you, Abby. If you think you can walk around looking this good first thing in the morning without me needing a taste, you’re out of your fucking mind. Lean back, Princess. Now.”
I’ve been soaking wet since the moment I woke up this morning, thinking of Ford. Something happened a couple weeks ago between us, something I don’t want to even really admit, but I just know I’m in over my head here.
Ford nudges me back on the kitchen island, the cold marble gives my skin goosebumps as my lower back hits it. He looks so damn good like this. He licks his lips and gives me that grin that instantly makes me want to jump his bones.
“Look at you. So wet for me already.” He pushes the fabric of my underwear to the side and flicks my clit with a finger causing my body to arch at his touch. Pulling his finger back, he sucks on it.
“Just what I needed,” he huffs out, before reaching for the sides of my thong and pulling it down to the floor.
I’m completely naked, laying here on the kitchen island and I’ve not a care in the world about it. I’m about to be ravished by the most amazing man I’ve ever met and it’s almost thrilling that we’re doing this out here in the open.
I’ve never known a man to love this as much as Ford. Granted, my experiences have been limited, but I never thought this was a possibility. I feel like I’ve been deprived sexually until now. He places his hands on my thighs as he pulls his tongue through me, slow and steady, stopping at my clit to circle with his tongue. He sucks hard and his tongue is working softly, making my legs already feel like jello.
“Ford, I’m not going to last like this.”
He pulls his mouth away and I’m coated all over his lips as he licks them. He smiles up at me and doesn’t break eye contact as he shoves a finger in so hard that it causes me to let out a loud moan. Fuck, this feels so good.
“Ford!” I’m panting as his finger works me.
“Yes, Princess?”
He pushes in another finger as he continues to pump his hand in and out, leaving room for his thumb to circle my clit, nice and slow. I sit up slightly as he pulls one of my breasts to his mouth, nipping and sucking on my nipple. He goes back and forth giving each one the same attention while his hand is doing amazing work elsewhere.
“You feel so fucking good. You’re fucking perfect, Abby. Do you know that?”
He pushes in harder and I’m crying out with pleasure. He flicks my clit faster with his finger and sucks harder on my breast as I let go and come apart all over his hand. This feels like the longest lasting orgasm I’ve ever had. My body can’t stop shaking and I can feel the sweat dripping down my neck and back while I’m convulsing in his arms.
“That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl, Abby.”
I’ve never been called a “good girl” before Ford, but I’ll no longer be accepting anything less.
He picks me up from the counter and carries me to my bedroom. Ripping open a condom, he growls, “Hands and knees.”
I do as he says and the moment I’m on all fours I feel a sting and hear a loud smack as my ass cheek starts to throb. I gasp at how unexpected that was, but also at how surprising it is that I liked it.
“Fuck, do you realize how beautiful you look like this? I can’t promise I’ll be gentle. Not with how bad I know we both want this.”
Turning my head to look back at him, I whisper, “Don’t be.”
I’m craving something rough and I don’t want him to hold back. Every piece of himself that he has to give, I’ll take it. He runs a hand down my back before he lines himself up and I feel the fullness of his cock inside me. He brings a hand around to my clit and continues rubbing circles as he’s shoving himself in and out.
“Harder, Ford. Please. I want more.”
He growls in my ear as he pulls out and thrusts back in with so much force it almost pushes me over. All I can hear is our heavy panting and our bodies clapping together as we move in fluid motion.
I didn’t even know I could love sex this much. Also, how does he make me want to be so dirty in the bedroom? I ooze confidence around this man when we’re together like this and it’s such a foreign feeling to me, but I’m addicted to it. I can officially say, everything I’ve done up until meeting Ford has been boring.
“Ford, I’m so close.”
