I tease her slick folds with one knuckle, running it up the crease of her until it’s as wet as she is. I hold her gaze when I bring it to my mouth, licking it clean as my lashes flutter at the taste of her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell her. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you’re begging me to stop”—she sucks in a breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly underneath the thin cotton of her T-shirt—“and then I’m going to come all over you.”
She’s panting now, but I need to hear the words.
“If you want it,” I add. “Only if you want it.”
Her throat bobs with a swallow, her fingers clenching in my sheets as she nods fervently.
“Touch me,” she says. “I want that. I want everything you just said.”
A ghost of a moan escapes me at only thethoughtof making her come on my tongue. “Happy to.”
I dive between her legs, throwing them over my shoulders as my tongue parts her, her flavor making me moan in earnest. She squirms, and I grip her thighs tighter around my ears, holding her still as I lap at her pussy like a starving man. And in the moment, for all intents and purposes—I fucking am.
My dick throbs in my jeans, begging for me to touch it, begging forrelief—but this isn’t about me right now. Abigail Thompson is letting me touch her, and I don’t plan on wasting a single second of it.
I tease and lick through her soft, wet folds, fueled by her low moans and her throaty whimpers. My fingernails bite into the silky skin of her thighs, and I close my eyes as I swirl my tongue around the swollen bud of her clit. Her back bows from the bed, and when I open my eyes to look up at her, I see her hands reach wildly for the sheets around her, as if to ground herself.
“Jack,” she gasps.
I feel my blood boil at the sound of my name on her tongue, pulling her clit between my lips to suck at it roughly until she’s gasping from it. My cock is an iron bar between my legs, and I shift my hips to gain some friction from the mattress, but I can’t seem to stop tasting her. Can’t seem to stop holding her tightlyagainst me, relishing her little sounds and her writhing body, like she can’t help herself.
“Right there,” she moans, tilting her hips so that she can get closer to my mouth. “Oh.Right there.”
I lick one hot stripe up her center, peering up at her where her head rests against my pillows. I can see the flush of her cheeks from the thin closet light I left on earlier, can hear her short breaths as she wriggles and squirms. I want to tell her how fucking beautiful she looks—not in an Ian way, but in a way that’s entirelyhers—but that would mean I had to stop what I’m doing, and I can’t stop until I feel her coming on my tongue.
I can tell she’s close, can hear it in her voice and feel it in her shaking limbs, and I double my efforts, sucking on her clit in deep, rhythmic pulls as my fingers itch to press inside her—but that’s not what we agreed on.
“I’m close,” she rasps. “Keep doing that. Just keep—fuck, Jack, right there—”
I roll my hips against the mattress as my cock throbs and aches, but every other cell in my body is hyperfocused on the way she comes apart on my tongue, the way her fingers are suddenly in my hair, tugging so hard that I feel a sting. But I don’t care, too busy licking her through it, making sure to prolong every drop of her pleasure,needingevery little bit she can give me.
And only when she’s pushing at my forehead to try to push me away, overstimulated, do I pull away, rising up on my knees and trying to catch my breath. Abby stares up at me through hooded eyes, her chest heaving and her throat working, her arm reaching out weakly as her fingers skirt over the hard bulge in the front of my jeans.
“The rest,” she murmurs. “I want the rest.”
I don’t need to be told twice—quickly undoing my jeans and shoving them down my thighs with my boxer briefs in tow until my cock slaps up against my stomach. I never look away from her as I begin to stroke, and I can already tell this will be over far too quickly. I’m too wound up, too high off the taste of her still lingering on my tongue, and I fall down to prop myself up on one hand, leaning in to cover my mouth with hers as I work my cock roughly.
“Abby,” I breathe into her mouth between kisses, twisting my fist at my cockhead as pre-cum slicks my palm. “Abby.”
I feel her fingers slide through my hair, chasing after my mouth. “Come,” she murmurs. “Come all over me.”
She claws at her shirt until it’s rucked up over her bra, revealing the smooth expanse of her belly as I stroke harder,faster, working myself over and over until finally—
“Fuck.”
Come jets from my cock, spilling all over her stomach as I groan through it. My lungs feel raw as I gasp for breath, the orgasm so powerful my vision whites out for several seconds. When I can finally see again, I’m still looming over her, her gray eyes looking up at me with a satisfied glow about them.
I let my forehead fall against hers, still trying to catch my breath. Abby’s fingers are still in my hair, and my slowly softening cock slides against the mess on her belly, and I can’t remember feeling better than I do at this exact moment—and we didn’t even go all the way.
I can feel the way I’m probably crushing her, so I collapse to one side, my chest heaving as fatigue hits me like a bag of bricks. My eyes feel heavy, and I’m sated and deliriously happy in a way I can’t even begin to describe.
“That was…”
“Good,” Abby finishes.
I blow a raspberry. “That was fucking fantastic.”
