CALLUM
A nervous energy thrums through my veins as I insert the key into the lock of my penthouse apartment. As a rule, I never bring women here. It’s violating another level of privacy. But Abby’s not any woman.
She scans the place, wide-eyed, heading straight toward the open plan sitting room. Six enormous floor-to-ceiling panels of glass boast an exceptional view of the Liffey; the middle panel slides sideways onto a grey paved terrace. She unlocks the door and steps out into the rare Irish sun. ‘This place is unreal.’
I creep up behind her and place my hands around her waist, revelling in the fact that I can. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I absorb the view with her. It’s easy to take for granted. Seeing her unfiltered appreciation reminds me just how fabulous it is.
Are we really doing this? After everything, I have to pinch myself to check she’s actually here. And now she is, I have to pray to fuck I don’t get performance anxiety. It would be a first, but everything else has too when it comes to Abby.
‘I didn’t bring you through my front door for you to run straight out the back one,’ I murmur into her ear. I wanted this woman since I first set eyes on her. Now that she’s here, it’s almost too good to be true.
She turns, pressing herself promisingly against me. Scratch that, I’m definitely not going to have a problem performing.
‘I can feel your excitement.’ She stares hotly into my eyes.
‘The pounding of my heart, is it?’ I’m certain that’s not what she’s referring to. I won’t apologise for the effect she creates.
‘Want to feel mine?’ she offers, her fingers slowly trace her dress, where a zip runs lengthways down the middle of it. Outwardly she’s confident, but earnest eyes hold a slight vulnerability.
‘I think you already know the answer to that.’ I lead her back through the glass doors by the hand. She lets out a squeal of surprise as I swoop her into my arms and carry her down the corridor to my bedroom.
I place her gently onto her back, enveloping her in the folds of the navy cotton bedspread. Balancing on my elbows, I pinch the zip of her denim dress between my fingers, searching the delicate features of her face for permission. She nods her consent. The subtle sound of metal releasing and the sight of her increasingly exposed cleavage is more stimulating than any aphrodisiac. I unzip her to the belly button, revealing a white lace bra, a tanned, toned tummy, and white panties that I can’t wait to remove. She has me almost ready to blow, and she hasn’t laid a finger on me.
Abby tugs me closer, silently pleading me with frantic kisses. Our tongues thrust relentlessly in and out, loaded with the promise of what’s to come. I pull off my shirt and her hungry eyes linger on my half-exposed body.
‘That dress would look better on my floor.’ I barely recognise my voice, husky with desire.
She rises from the bed and discards her dress. Purposefully slowly, she unhooks her bra, allowing the straps to fall one by one, dropping it to the floor, baring what I’ve been longing to see. My greedy eyes drink her in. She is without a doubt the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s driving me crazy, deliberately standing just out of my reach, running her hands lightly over herself teasingly, enjoying my obvious approval as I perch, shirtless and aroused in wait. I wet my lips in anticipation as she places one finger in the side of her waistband.
‘Lose them.’ I’m teetering on the edge, impatient for more.
I want to kiss every single bit of her body.
Abby drops her last stitch onto the floor, taking a step towards me, offering herself to me. My hands reach for her exposed breasts and I simultaneously dip my face to the most intimate parts of her. She arches her pelvis up to meet my tongue. It takes less than three minutes for her to come undone, pulling my hair with her trembling fingers. She falls to her knees in front of me and reaches purposefully for my buckle.
‘Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?’ I already know she’s going to be the best I’ve ever had. The most intimate encounters are the ones that have been exchanged in the eyes a hundred times before.
‘I haven’t even started yet.’ Abby lowers her head and takes me into her mouth. I groan with pleasure. Within a minute, I hoist her up onto my lap, into a sitting position and pull her legs around my waist.
‘I need to feel you on me.’ My voice is guttural, overflowing with need.
She allows the tip of me to rest at her entrance, as she stares into my eyes with a burning intensity.
‘Do we need something?’ she asks as she pushes forward enough for me to penetrate her a single inch. My eyes roll back into my head.
‘I always have done before,’ I tell her truthfully.
‘In that case, we don’t. I’m on the pill.’ Another demonstration of our newfound trust.
She inches herself further on top, allowing me complete access to the deepest parts of her. My hands grip her backside firmly, fingers gently digging into her skin, guiding her to a slow, grinding rhythm.
‘I won’t last long,’ I warn her.
‘Neither will I,’ she whispers into my ear. I kiss the lust sheened skin of her neck and move my hand to her nipple to tease. The pace increases, along with the pressure and we both explode in an inevitable climax within a matter of minutes.
