He chuckled, the deep sound she’d grown to adore vibrating from him through to her.
“Patience. Because once I put you down I’ll lose all mine. I need to get a condom.” He raised his brows at her as he placed her down on the bed. “Just in case.”
“Alex,” she stopped him from moving away. “I’m on the pill. I don’t have anything nasty.” Even with her ex she hadn’t gone bare. Tomorrow she’d question her sense and why.
“I don’t either. Not on the pill though…” He gave her that grin, the one that was shyly mischievous, the one that had incinerated her heart months before when he’d come in to the bar late on as she was cleaning up and smiled at her as she’d ranted slightly about a drunken couple that had been in and complained about pretty much everything.
By the end of it, he’d had her laughing as well.
“Come here.” She put her hand on the back of his neck and guided his lips down to hers, his broad body shielding over her.
He was tentative at first. Cautious, as if she was going to change her mind. Abby wrapped her legs around the back of his, urging him on because she knew he could change his mind after tonight and this might be it: this might be all they were meant to be.
His mouth dipped to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, then travelling down further. His hands went to the hem of her top and pushed it up. Abby leaned up on her arms, letting him pull the top over her head, leaving her in just her bra and the shorts she’d worn for the climb. They were both dirty, sweaty, but she didn’t care right now.
The heat from the day had turned sultry with the evening, the storm that had been promised lingered heavily in the air, waiting.
Everything was silent apart from their breathing, rapid intakes of oxygen. Alex pulled down the zipper at the front of her sports bra, possibly the least sexy item of clothing invented, but he didn’t seem to care.
“You realise you have perfect tits.” The words were half muffled as he started to take a nipple into his mouth, the sensation going straight to between her legs. She felt herself becoming damp there, the ache that hadn’t been familiar for so long was now absorbing all of her focus.
His clever fingers played with the other nipple and she was rendered useless, unable to do anything but lie there and take her pleasure, the climb towards an inevitable explosion.
She managed to get enough composure to slip her hands down to his waistband, undoing the button and his fly, cupping his hard cock and feeling the vibrations of his groan on her skin.
All pretence of control was lost; Abby managed to lever herself on top, fighting with Alex’s shorts to get them off his body, his hands still cupping her breasts then rushing to her own shorts. Clothes were discarded, the closed curtains swung in the breeze from the open window, but they were both oblivious to it.
Alex’s fingers slid between her legs, touching her where she most needed him. He teased around her entrance, over her clit, not giving her enough pressure, just enough to take her to the edge.
“I need to come.” She urged his hand with her movements, wanting release, now desperate for it. One of her own hands was on his hard length, feeling the silk against steel. Her breasts were heavy and sensitive, everything forgotten apart from him and now, this moment.
He reached his mouth to hers, taking her in another kiss she could drown in. Then she was flipped to her back and Alex was above her, pausing, giving her another chance to change her mind.
“I want you.” Her words were what she hoped he needed to carry on.
She saw his expression darken, his eyes blaze and then he started to edge inside her, she saw the restraint on his face as he held back, letting her get used to the size of him. He hadn’t forgotten it had been a while for her.
He was big and for a second it was uncomfortable. Then his mouth dipped to her breasts, his lips pulling on her nipple, the sensation enough to make her moan and dig her fingers into his ass.
Then he started to move, filling her more with each thrust. His words were whispers, telling her how she felt, how gorgeous she was, what else he was going to do to her and she felt an orgasm start to build.
He seemed to sense it, to know that she was getting closer. His pace was steady, firm and quick, his hips were canted so he brushed against her clit.
“I want to feel you come, Abby,” he said. “I want to be the person who makes you feel good.”
Her hands were on his shoulders, her body just about co-operating. For the first time in two years she felt like she owned her name, that Abby was who she was.
Her orgasm was one that seemed to last forever. Her body shook, the pulses from her centre cascaded through her, making her one big melting mess.
Alex cried out, his movements becoming less controlled and then her name was on the air as he came, his cock thickening and then pulsing inside her. She didn’t think she could survive the high she was leaping from.
But he was there, holding her as they both landed, breathless, him beside her, then pulling her half on top of his body, his chest still heaving, both of them breathless.
“That was the first time I’ve done that.” His words were a blur.
“What?” She turned her head to him. “You hadn’t slept with anyone before?”
The usual chuckle was a full-blown chortle. “Shit, no. Crap, if you’d experienced my first time you wouldn’t be lying here now.”
