“More than good.” The words are dreamy.
Her hips rotate against me, no doubt trying to get my cock right where she wants it.Inside of her.
I reach between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. We both let out heavy exhales when I’m fully seated.
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in impossibly closer. Our mouths seal in a kiss that seems to never end. In part, it’s to keep each other quiet, but we also can’t seem to pry ourselves away for even a second.
Our bodies rock together in perfect unison, building each other higher with each passing minute. Time seems to stand still—nothing else exists besides the two of us.
The intimacy of this moment is making me rethink everything I thought I knew about missionary. I’m pretty sure it has more to do with Abby than it does with the position itself.
Sex has never been like this before. Sex was always just sex. Sex with feelings isn’t just physical. It anchors your heart and soul into the experience.
“I’m… I’m…” she stutters against my lips.
“I know, angel.” I can tell she’s close by the way her walls are fluttering around me. It only takes a few more thrusts for her orgasm to crest. I swallow her cries of pleasure as my own orgasm courses through me in turbulent waves.
Our sweaty bodies cling to one another until the air around us starts to grow cold. Pulling away from her is almost painful, even though she doesn’t seem to be in any rush to go anywhere.
I quickly get us both cleaned up, then climb back into my bed beside her. She’s already halfway asleep, but she snuggles into my side.
“I should go,” she grumbles.
I move a few strands of her hair away from her face. “Not right now.”
I don’t think she should be driving with how tired and blissed-out she is. I also can’t bear the thought of having her anywhere else besides wrapped in my arms.
Reaching over her, I grab my phone from the nightstand where I put it on the charger earlier. I set an alarm for four hours from now. It won’t be near enough sleep or time to hold her, but I’ll take what I can get.
It doesn’t take long for her soft breaths to lull me to sleep with her head resting on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.
I can’t fight the yawn as I park Wyatt’s car in the garage. After realizing Kane and Wyatt were back from the bar and thankfully both in their rooms for the night, I followed Abby home to make sure she got there safely.
I’m sure they were confused as to why Abby’s car was parked in front of the house, but they clearly decided not to press the subject.
When I told Abby I was going to follow her home, she insisted she would be just fine. I insisted harder. She can argue, but she’s never going to win fights when it comes to her safety.
I had to physically pry myself away from her after I kissed her at her front door. I wanted nothing more than to follow her inside and fall asleep with her in her bed.
Oliver seeing her in the morning wasn’t an option, though, so I had to sneak her out like a teenager past curfew.
The house is quiet when I walk back inside, but Wyatt and Kane are both in the kitchen. Their eyes zero in on me the moment I round the corner.
Fuck.
I know tonight went against everything we had previously decided, but I can’t get myself to believe that doing anything with Abby is wrong. Something that pure can’t be wrong.
I expect to see anger or judgment in their eyes, but all I see staring back at me is resignation and maybe a hint of jealousy.
“I can’t stay away,” I tell them honestly.
They both nod slowly.
“Neither can I,” Wyatt says.
Kane’s eyes fall closed as he shakes his head. “Same.”
They could be screaming at me right now, but they get it. If either of them was in my shoes, the very same thing would have happened.
