Alex reached out to her top, pulling it up. She raised her arms, now bare of everything apart from her bra.
That wasn’t staying on. He reached round to her back and undid it with one hand, watching her tits as she let the material fall away.
“What if someone comes in the garden?” she glanced out through the open door.
“They’ll see me making you very very happy.” He tugged her back to his knee, this time pressing his mouth against her neck and scattering the skin with tiny kisses. He filled his palms with her breasts, feeling their weight then fluttering his fingers over her nipples, pinching, touching, seeking them with his mouth as he travelled down her body.
Abby arched her back, her nails clawing his shoulders, urging him on with a breathy mewl that almost took him to the point of pushing down his sweats and guiding her onto his cock.
But Alex was all about the control and he’d made up his mind. His hand slipped between her legs, running a finger through the wetness that was gathering there. He teased her clit, brushing over it without applying pressure and she moaned, parting her legs further, allowing him easier access.
Alex moved his head up, keeping a hand on her hip to steady her and playing near the entrance with the other. She was sodden and when he gently started to push a finger inside her, he found her tight and hot.
She groaned at the invasion, her hips starting to find a rhythm that was meant to encourage him further. He added another finger, stretching her, feeling her tense about him.
“It’s been a long time.” Her words were gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to.” He curled his finger, finding the raised nub inside her and shifting his hand so its heel pressed against her clit.
The sight of her riding his fingers was almost too much. The door to the garden was wide open, birdsong strummed into the kitchen and all he wanted to focus on was her, making her break apart.
She tightened, her head tipping back. He kept the rhythm going, keeping it steady.
“Want to feel you come round my fingers,” he muttered the words quietly. “That tight pussy, coming for me, so wet for me. Do it, Abby, come on my hand like a good girl…”
She exploded with a quiet scream, her hips jerking, her fingers holding on hard enough to leave bruises. Alex leaned in to kiss her, wanting to ground her with her knowing he was there, that it wasn’t just about what they’d done.
He thought that she’d be quiet after. Shy. Holding her he knew would help, even if his cock was about to explode, but the kiss he tried to keep tempered didn’t stay that way.
Abby’s hands moved from his shoulders to his hair and she deepened their kiss, biting his bottom lip, encouraging him to take her mouth harder. His hands wandered back to her breasts and between her legs, feeling her slickness.
She backed away from him, taking her weight off his lap and on to her feet, then she dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands at the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down along with his boxers, and then placing her palm over his hard length.
“Abby, you don’t have to…” He shut up when she gripped his cock in her hand, pumping it slowly, firmly. It felt so good, so damn good.
Then she took the top of his member in her mouth, running her tongue around the rim. Alex clenched one of his hands, praying for stamina, praying he could give her warning before he came. The other hand went to her hair, grasping hold of the thick blonde locks.
“Fuck…”
She took more of him in her mouth, sucking and licking, her hand gripping the base, the other playing with his balls.
He was going to die because this had to be the gates of heaven, except he knew he was still in his kitchen and this angel was on her knees in front of him giving him a blow job to end all blow jobs. Her eyes opened wide, looking up at him as she started to work him faster and he lost the power of everything, just about managing to tell her that he was about to come as everything clenched and he felt his own magical release.
Abby moved her mouth away, directing his semen onto her breasts, her eyes on him, his on where he was marking because he had no doubt, however lust drunk he was himself right now, that this was what it was.
His territory.
He pulled her up to him, not caring that she was messy, and guided her back to his lap. Her lips were swollen with kisses and what she’d just done for him, so he was gentle when he ran a finger over them, gentler still when he leaned into her for a kiss.
“We should shower.” He cursed his words. There were better ones than that but he just couldn’t find them.
“We should.” She stepped away from him, trying to cover herself, fumbling for her T-shirt.
“Abby. Stop.” He was up on his feet before she picked any clothing up. Alex wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head. “I got you messy. Let me get you clean.”
‘But we shouldn’t – I shouldn’t…”
“But we did. And it’s all good. Don’t panic. This is just between us and any birds that happened to hear you scream my name.”
