I'm not going to survive her.
"You got it, baby," I say, giving her a kiss before she climbs off my lap, the pool of arousal she left behind glistening on my thighs. "Jesus, you made a mess of me. Why don't you clean that up first?"
She grabs my hands and pulls me to the edge of the bed, tossing a pillow to the floor before kneeling down in front of me. She trails sloppy, open-mouth kisses up my inner thighs before flattening her tongue against my skin and licking herself off of me.
"You like the way you taste on my cock, pretty girl?"
She nods, blinking up at me before closing her mouth around the tip of my cock and moaning, the sound reverberating up my shaft and straight into my balls.
"Fuck, Abby," I groan, my hand flying up to grip the hair on the top of her head. "You're going to make me come so hard like this. That's my girl, keep going just like that. I'll tell you when I need to pull out."
Without warning, she takes me all the way to the base, and I let out a hiss when I feel her gag around me. She slowly slides her lips back up to the tip, flicking her tongue across the head before sucking me back in, her cheeks hollowing out around me. My hips move involuntarily, lifting up to meet each bob of her head until I'm right on the edge.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," I gasp. "Be a good girl, take me out and stroke me."
It only takes a few pumps of her hand before I shudder, hot streaks of cum painting her chest as I moan loudly, gripping both her hair and the side of the bed to keep from collapsing. She leans forward to lick the remaining cum off of me before looking down at the mess I made of her.
"Fuck, Abby," I say, chest still heaving. "You'll always been my pretty girl, butfuckyou're sexy with your tits covered in my cum."
She swipes one finger through the stickiness, staring straight into my eyes before sucking it into her mouth and moaning.
"Fucking hell," I growl, pulling her to her feet and kissing her fiercely, not giving a fuck about the taste of myself in her mouth, or the filthy way our chests glide against each other with a mixture of sweat and cum. Our kisses turn slow, shifting from feral to sweet before we break apart, our panting breaths intermingling as I rest my forehead against hers.
"Let me go get a towel to clean us up," I say, kissing her forehead and brushing her hair back from her face. "You lay down, I'll be right back."
When I come back with several wet wash cloths, the sight of her wrapped in sheets, looking simultaneously filthy and angelic while she's still covered in me, knocks the breath out of me.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur, wiping her chest clean with a warm cloth, then drying her off with a clean one. After cleaning myself off, I crawl into bed next to her, pulling herinto my chest and holding her tight, whispering praises to her between the soft kisses I cover her face with.
"Was that okay?" she asks, looking up at me nervously.
"What are you talking about?" I say with a barking laugh. "'Was that okay?' That was fucking perfect, Abby.Youare perfect. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't know," she says quietly, ghosting her fingers absentmindedly across my chest. "I've only ever been with one other person, and I was the only person he was ever with. I have nothing else to compare to. How would I even know if I was any good?"
"You were beyond good," I say emphatically. "You were incredible. Anything you would have done would have been incredible, pretty girl. That was the best fucking sex I've ever had, not because of anything you did, but because it wasyou."
She looks up at me questioningly, like she's not sure if I really mean it.
"Abby, I damn near died justseeingyou naked," I say. "You're an absolute dream. One I hope I never have to wake up from. There's nothing you could do that I wouldn't love every second of, because I'm so fucking in love with you. Please tell me you believe me."
She smiles, nodding and burying her face in my chest.
"Was it okay for you though?" I ask, my thumb tracing circles across her shoulder blade. "Is there anything you want more of in the future? Anything you didn't like, or you weren't comfortable with?"
"The only thing I want more of is you," she says, tilting up and pressing her lips to my jaw. "I'm more than okay with anything and everything, as long as it's you. I'm so fucking in love withyou,Jack Robb."
"You can have as much of me as you want," I promise, cupping her face and stroking her cheek. "For as long as you want."
"Forever," she sighs. "I want you forever."
When we wake up the next morning, we're still wrapped up in one another, her cheek still resting in the exact spot where she laid her head last night. I don't know exactly what happens now, but I do know one thing.
I want to wake up to this view every day for the rest of my life.
Chapter 51
Abby
