Actually, the way she’s tugging me along like she knows exactly what she wants from me is turning me the fuck on.
Her hands are already at the button of my jeans, snapping them open deftly and delving inside to palm me through my underwear. I hiss at the contact of her warm fingers against my thickening cock, groaning into her mouth when she squeezes me through the strained cotton.
“Abby,” I grunt. “You’re killing me here.”
“Want you naked,” she mumbles against my lips as she shoves at my jeans.
I’m already reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “Yes, ma’am.”
She pulls away to watch as I tug it over my head, tossing itaside just as her hands reach to run over the hard plane of my chest.
“It’s entirely not fair that you’re this hot,” she grumbles.
I can’t help the smug smile that touches my mouth. “Are you objectifying me, Abigail?”
“Hard,” she says immediately. “I am totally objectifying you.”
Her serious expression makes me laugh, and I reach to wrap my hands under her ass, tossing her on the bed and moving to crawl over her. Her mouth finds mine as I shove my hands under her shirt, my fingers skimming along the taut line of her belly before moving higher to cup her breasts through her bra.
“Take this off so I can do some objectifying of my own,” I murmur against her mouth.
She wiggles out of her shirt in record time, and her purple lace bra against the creamy swell of her breasts has my mouth watering, immediately diving in to press kisses there. I hook a finger into one of the cups of her bra, swirling my tongue around her tight pink nipple as she gasps with it.
“Off,” she sighs, shoving at my jeans again. “Want these off.”
I scoot to fall back to my feet at the end of the bed, enjoying the picture she paints. Her blond hair is spread out around her face like a fan, her gray eyes darker than usual as she regards me through hooded lids. She reaches to pinch her nipples through her bra as she watches me, and the sight is enough to have my cock pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans, my body wanting me to be rid of the denim just as badly as Abby does.
“You first,” I say, undoing the button of her jeans.
I shuck them over her long legs as my eyes eat up her matching lace underwear, my mouth watering with the need to press my tongue between her legs, just to remind myself how good shetastes. I make quick work of the rest of my clothes before I crawl back over her, my cock heavy and throbbing now as it skims her thighs, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say roughly, a little stunned that I’m here with her, that shewantsme.
I am a lot of things—but good enough for Abby Thompson is never something I could have possibly considered being. Some insecure part of me wants to ask if she’s sure, but I decide instead to just be grateful that she’s looking at me like she is, like she needs me at this moment just as much as I need her.
I slant my mouth across hers as I reach under her to flick open the clasp of her bra. She wiggles beneath me so I can wrestle it from her, tossing it to the floor as I cup the entirety of her breast in my hand, squeezing and kneading until she’s groaning into my mouth.
I let my forehead rest against hers as my gaze travels down the line of her lithe body, my fingers skimming over her navel until I can tuck them under the elastic of her underwear, teasing the slick flesh that waits there. She squirms when I circle her clit gently with my finger, and I lift my head to grin down at her as I continue to touch her.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
She cocks a brow. “You going to do something about that?”
“In a minute,” I say, drawing a slow pattern around her clit that makes her back bow.
She shuts her eyes tight as her lips part, a slow, stuttered breath escaping her when I tease lower, pressing against her entrance gently.
“God, Abby,” I rasp. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’d feel better with your cock inside me,” she says boldly.
My head drops to her chest as a groan escapes me, my dick throbbing so hard at her words it feels like I could almost come.
Suddenly there’s a hard shove against my chest, and Abby is pushing me onto my back, leaving me stunned and prone as she lifts up to her knees, slowly sliding her panties down and off.
I canseehow wet she is like this, and seeing that, knowingImade her that way—it has me tugging at her hips, forcing her to straddle me so that her soaked pussy glides right against my aching cock.
Abby isn’t hesitant in the way she reaches between us to grab hold of me, stroking me once just as slowly and torturously as I’d been teasing her.
