I rear back, shocked as shit she wants to have sex right now. I just found her half-frozen and in pain. How can sex be on her mind right now?
Keeping my arms securely around her, I lean my head back further to get a better look at her face.
“What?” I ask, not holding back the surprise in my tone. “How can you think about sex right now, Abby? You were damn near in shock in the shower barely ten minutes ago.”
Her eyes plead with me as she takes my hand and pushes it between our bodies until it reaches the apex of her thighs. I’m still in disbelief that she wants sex, that I don’t try to pull my hand away. Confusion hits when my hand meets her thighs that are soaked with her arousal. She pushes my hand against her pussy, and it too is drenched.
What the hell is wrong with this woman?
Her eyes fill with tears, before they leak out onto her cheeks. Her brows pinch down in pain, and she bites her lip so hard, I see blood. She presses my hand harder against her center, grinding my palm against her clit. What’s fucked-up is I’m still not pulling my hand away, and my dick is getting hard. She feels it against her stomach and releases my hand to grab my length. I hiss out a harsh breath. Her hand is still cool, but also feels like heaven against my hardening manhood.
“Please, Colt,” she whispers on a cracked moan. “It’s the only thing that will help.”
What the fuck? I look down into her eyes. The way she finally says my name on her own, and the anxiety in her voice tells me she’s serious. She really believes having sex with me will end her pain. This is insane. But even as I think it, my cock grows even harder. I’m just as fucked-up as she is.
Her eyes squeeze closed, and a low cry leaves her lips. Her hips buck against my hand. I need to pull it away, but I don’t. For some odd reason, I keep my hand on her pussy. I don’t put my fingers inside of her, but I don’t stop her from pushing against my hand, either. I feel like an asshole because I’m not stopping her. We shouldn’t be doing this right now. I should get out of bed, before it goes too far, and demand she tell me what the hell is going on. Whatever it is, it isn’t normal.
“Abby,” I breathe, her hand feeling like magic on my dick. She slides it up and down my length, twisting and squeezing just enough to make my limbs go weak.
She notices the drop of precum on the tip and pulls back to look down. When she licks her lips, my dick twitches in her palm with the image of her sweet plump lips wrapped around it. Is it fucked-up for me to imagine pushing her to her back, climbing over her until my cock is in her face, and plunging myself past her lips and into her throat? Yes, it is. But I can’t force the images away. Not with her hand where it is, doing what it’s doing, while she watches.
Clenching my jaw, I remove my hand from her tempting passage and grab hers, stilling her movements. Her eyes jump to mine. When she opens her mouth to speak, I don’t let her.
“We can’t do this right now,” I say gently. I don’t know why, but I feel like I need to coax her down from something. I just don’t know what. “It’s not right. Tell me what’s wrong, so I can take care of you.”
I barely get the words out of my mouth, before I’m shoved to my back with a strength I would have never thought her capable of, further shocking me. She throws one leg over my thighs and straddles my hips. Her wet center hits the length of my cock. My hands go to her waist, ready to flip her over, when she bends down and brings her face clo
se to mine. The pain intensifies in her eyes, but there’s a new determination in them as well.
“That’s what I’m trying to get you to do,” she grits out past the pain, as more tears drop from her eyes and onto my neck. “You don’t understand, and I can’t explain it to you right now. What I need is for you to please, please, just have sex with me. I swear, Colt, I’ll tell you everything after it’s over. Please, do this for me.”
Her lips tremble, and I feel her body shaking above me. It’s not the cold shakes as before, but the shakes you get when your anxious about something. The pale look her skin carried before is now replaced with a blush that runs from her upper chest up over her face. Her eyes look bloodshot and slightly hollow.
Through my perusal of her appearance, she shifts her hips, gliding her slick pussy lips along my shaft. My fingers dig into her hips and a low growl leaves my throat. She’s so fucking tempting, and she drives me crazy.
My resolve is weakening. The imploring look, combined with her rubbing herself on me, pushes me to the edge of reason. What pushes me over—no, what hurdles me over at lightning speed is her lips crashing down on mine. The instant taste of her on my tongue, strawberry flavored bubble gum, shoots me so far past reason, it leaves me dizzy.
She wants to fuck, and is so desperate for it, she’s willing to give up her rule of no kissing. Well, she can have it. I’ll gladly give it to her as long as she keeps giving me her taste. It’s wrong on every level, I know this, but I’m past fighting it. As weird as it is, she obviously feels this is what she needs.
The minute her lips touch mine, I open my mouth and slide my tongue against hers. She’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. I groan and stroke the inside of her mouth, my hands digging into her hips. I nip, lick, and suck her tongue into my mouth, wanting it fused with mine so I can taste her any time I want.
She pulls her lips away and a growl leaves mine, ready to pull her back against me. Now that I’ve tasted her, knowing how much that rule meant to her, and that she gave it up for me, has me ravenous for her.
“Now, Blue. I need you now,” she pants, her body twitching above mine.
“Then put me in, baby. You want this, then you’re taking the lead,” I tell her. No way am I controlling this, not with the way I found her. “And give me back your fucking mouth.”
Her lips land back on mine and she wastes no time lifting her hips, grabbing my cock, lining it up, and sinking down all the way to the hilt. I swear sparks of light explode in the room, with the feeling of her tight pussy engulfing my length.
Pulling back, I look up at her, and see that she finally looks relaxed. I watch with renewed worry, concern, and amazement as the tension in her body lessens. I don’t know what the deal is, but as soon as she slid down my shaft, the relief was instant for her.
She only holds still and basks in whatever glory she’s feeling for a couple of seconds, before her nails dig against my pecs and she lifts her hips, only to slam back down. She cries out, but it’s not in pain. The pleased look on her face can only be described as pleasure. I watch, completely mesmerized with the difference in her.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks down at me, like I’m the best thing she’s ever fucking seen, as if I’m her savior or some shit. The look has my heart swelling in my chest, and my cock jerking inside of her pussy. Her hair is still damp from her cold shower, but it looks wild, flowing down her back, with small sections covering parts of her tits.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, and watch as a pleased smile forms on her face.
She clamps down on me and my eyes roll to the back of my head. The tightness and pure fucking bliss of feeling her, has tingles flowing throughout my body.