She didn’t respond with words. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his chest in a kiss, her hand that wasn’t supporting her grazing against his own body, over his chest and abs to where his dick was hard.
She’d fallen asleep last night after her shower, barely having drank the tea he’d made. He’d pulled her into him in bed, spooning her from behind, his dick hard and ready for another round of what they’d had earlier.
Her touch was lazy, soft, undemanding in a way that she knew she didn’t have to demand. Alex leaned into for a kiss, one that lingered and made his vision blur. It became more intense in seconds and he found himself trailing his fingers to between her legs, cupping her sex.
Her whimper told him that what he was doing was right. He carried on, touching her between her legs, playing with her breasts, using his mouth in the spots where he already knew she liked.
The slickness in her centre became more evident and he used it to circle two fingers around her clit, her legs spreading for him, her gaze on his face and one of her hands toying with his cock.
She came with a shudder, her head tipping back and her breasts shaking. She paused when the shakes had slowed and spread her legs further. “I want you in me.”
Alex moved over her, pushing her legs up higher, bringing her knees towards her chest. Abby guided his cock to her centre and he rested there for a moment, feeling the warmth and wetness of her at his tip.
“Not sure how long I’ll last,” he gave her due warning. “It massively turns me on watching you come.”
“Just want to feel you.” She still sounded sleepy, but her hands on his hips made him move.
He sank deep into her, one smooth movement and he was fully sheathed inside, his brain pulverised.
“This okay?”
She nodded. “It’s good. Really good.”
He started to move, keeping it slow and easy, resting his weight on his forearms so he could watch her expressions.
Her eyes were half-closed, still sleepy, still on the high of the previous orgasm. Alex titled his hips and started to lose himself, not sure how long he could hold out. Her breasts bounced as he moved, her chest slightly pinkened with arousal and the heat from what they were doing. It was a hedonistic sight.
She clenched around him, her eyes startled, and he felt her channel contract in a sudden orgasm. Her grip on his tightened and the moment she said his name, he felt his own release deep inside of her, spilling into her.
There were stars, fireworks - he was pretty sure a choir of angels were singing from the room next door. Somehow, he didn’t collapse on top of her, bracing himself above her, still inside her heat.
“That’s the best wake-up call ever.” Her words were muffled into his chest.
Alex eased out of her and pulled her over to the other side, avoiding the wet patch they’d just created. “You can go back to sleep. Rest.”
“I will.” She started to doze off again, leaving him with the prospect of having to go to work.
The station wasas he’d left it a couple of days before. Not much out of the ordinary occurred in small towns; petty crime, some speeding, the occasional domestic. In a place where everyone knew each other, secrets were generally difficult to keep. Apart from ones which were buried or burnt.
“Morning, Alex.” Jennie Cuona appeared from what seemed like nowhere and almost made him jump. “How’s Abby?”
Jennie was a fairly new and inexperienced police constable, out of training about nine months ago. She was lovely, if a little over-enthusiastic at times. Hansel went over to her as she knelt down, finding a doggie biscuit from someone. At one point, Alex had thought she possibly had a crush on him. Now he figured it was a crush on his dogs.
“She’s okay. Shaken. But you’d expect that.”
Jennie smiled and he knew exactly what that smile meant.
“I hear she’s staying with you. That’s very…friendlyof you.” The smile became teasing. “Is there more to it than beingfriendly?”
“The rumour mill is alive and working in Severton,” he said, sitting at his desk in the shared office. “It’s more than friends and early days.” No point lying and this was a fairly safe way of making sure that the right rumour got round as Jennie hated anyone to elaborate on a vague truth.
“Cool. ‘Bout time.” She beamed at him. “You’re too nice to be left on the shelf.”
He raised his brows and saw her blush. He could’ve teased her about it, but it would be mean: Jennie was a bit of kid.
“What’s happened overnight? You checked the log yet?”
She nodded. “Issue at Felley Manor.”
