Blessed

I grin right back at him and, moving fast, take my hand to his crotch. I press hard there, feeling his hard cock against my fingers. "Look who’s talking," I tease him, curling my fingers around his cock and giving it one harsh squeeze. It pulses against my fingers almost too violently, eager for some action, and that’s when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open with a quick ding sound. And that’s a good thing; if the doors hadn’t opened, I think I’d just go down to my knees, pull his cock out from his pants and start sucking it right here. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing we’ve done, anyway, right?

As it is, we just stumble out of the elevator and into the hallway. We go straight for our door, and I have to take a deep breath in order to steady my fingers and slide the magnetic key card in its slit. When that’s done, we just hurry inside the bedroom and shut the door behind us.

"Come here, Mister Bad Boy," I purr, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him into me. I pull his lower lip with my teeth, and then place my hands on his chest and make him walk back until the back of his knees are against the edge of the bed. One final push and he falls back, sitting up on the mattress.

"Taking charge, uh?" He grins, running his hands up my legs and cupping my ass cheeks. "Where’s the old Abby?"

"Don’t know," I say, climbing on top of him, my arms thrown over his shoulders. Straddling him, his crotch pressed against mine, I rest my forehead against his. "I guess the new Abby came to stay," I whisper, smiling as a feeling of love and happiness washes over me.

"That’s good," he replies, slowly pulling the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the upper contour of my bra, and then he just yanks on the whole thing, bunching up the fabric around my waist. "I love the new Abby."

"You’re in luck… The new Abby loves the old Aidan," I tease him, swaying my body and grinding against him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his cock straining against his pants, his thick shaft pulsing against my pussy.

Pushing on him again, I force him to lie down on the mattress, and then I take my hands to the collar of his shirt. I undo the knot on his tie, pull it out from his neck, and I’m about to throw it to the side when a thought suddenly bursts into my mind.

"Let’s do something fun," I tell him, running my hands through his tie and looking deviously at him.

"I’m all for fun," he replies, and so I just bend over and place the tie over his eyes, tying it behind his head. He doesn’t resist me, and so I move my fingers down to his shirt and start unbuttoning it, my fingers moving in a hurry as his chest comes into sight. I un-tuck it and then, the moment I undo the last button, I run the palm of my hands over his abs, feeling their smooth curves under my skin.

"So let’s have some fun," I whisper into his ear, rocking my hips back and forth and grinding against him. His hands are on my ass, feeling the pendulum motion of my body, and there’s a wide grin on his face; he’s enjoying the fact that I’m taking control.

Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his neck, and then I start kissing his body in a descending line. My lips go over his hard pectorals, brushing over his nipples, and then they continue their hike down to his abs. There, I use my tongue to lick the grooves between his square muscles, and I only stop when I find the hem of his pants.

Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it slowly, not even bothering to pull it out from its loops, and then I pull his zipper down. The moment his cock tents up his boxer briefs, I press it back down with my hand, immediately curling my fingers around it. He gasps as I do it; he can’t see what I’m doing and, as such, he can’t anticipate my movements.

I let go of his cock and, grabbing at his boxers, I start pulling them down as slowly as I can. I reveal one inch of his cock, its tip already glistening with pre-cum, and then I just push the whole thing down. Rolling to the side, I push his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and then I take off his shoes. He does the rest, kicking off his pants and boxers while pushing his shirt down his arms.

I don’t move for a full second, just taking in the sight of his naked body; he raises his hands, trying to find me, and finally manages to grab me by the arm. He pulls me into him, and I just collapse on top of his naked body, his cock brushing against my inner thigh. I think of just flicking my thong to the side and impaling myself on his cock, but I won’t do that; I’m going to take it slow.

I brush my lips against his, but I don’t linger there this time; I go down to his neck again, and I lay gentles kisses there until my mouth goes down his chest once more. I lick each and every one of his abs, my tongue running over the grooves on his skin, and then I keep going further down.

Aidan raises his hips from the mattress, anxious to have my mouth on him, but I want to tease him first. I want to show him I’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve met. Instead of going straight for his cock, my mouth goes for his inner thighs, and I kiss one and then the other, my lips dangerously close to his groins but never actually touching his cock.

"That’s fucking torture," he groans, grabbing at the sheets and raising his hips once more.

"I know…" I purr, softly resting my index finger on the root of his cock. I run it up all the way to its tip, and then back to the root, the pressure I’m applying on his cock so soft I bet my finger feels like a

feather. His cock pulses harder and harder against my finger, but I keep my course and resist it. "You have to be patient," I whisper, sliding my body down his and then leaning in; I part my lips and, reaching for his cock, replace my index finger with the wet tip of my tongue.

He groans as he feels my tongue against the base of his cock, and then his groan gives way to a heavy sigh as I run my tongue up, tracing the contour of his shaft. When I reach his tip, I circle it with my tongue and then, moving so slowly that it seems we’re both frozen in time, I part my lips and wrap them around the tip of his cock.

It’s raw flavor hits me at once—it’s salty and manly, and I just close my eyes, opening my mouth wide and allowing his twelve inches to slide over my tongue until they touch the back of my throat.

I hold my position there, pressing my tongue against his shaft, and then move my mouth further down. I only stop when my lips brush the smooth skin at the root of his cock, and then I unroll my lips over his shaft, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth. I take a deep breath—it isn’t easy to breath with a twelve-inch cock inside of your mouth, and then I take him in once more.

This time I don’t move slowly: I go as fast as I can, bobbing my head back and forth while, with my free hand, I caress both his balls. They feel heavy and warm against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum they must be producing right now.

Still sucking hard on him, I wrap one hand around his shaft and start using both my mouth and hand to please him, sucking and stroking in a maddening pendulum motion. My eyes are closed, and time seems to dilate around me. I don’t even know for how long I keep on sucking, all I know is that when I finally slide his cock out of my mouth my jaw seems like it’s on fire.

"You’re improving," he exhales sharply, an expression of pure bliss on his face. I almost go for the tie and take it off, the urge to see his eyes almost too overwhelming, but I resist it. Not yet.

"I’m always learning," I reply, standing up on top of the mattress. I unclasp my bra, my eyes never leaving Aidan’s smile, and then I push the straps down my arms. I throw it on top of his naked chest and his smile turns into a grin, one that turns my pussy into a hot wet mess. "I had the best teacher, after all," I continue, grabbing at the bunched up fabric of my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push the dress down my legs and then kick it off the bed. I start taking my thong off as well, but then I stop myself—not yet, not yet.

Standing over him, I place my legs on either side of his shoulders, and then I start lowering myself. I rest my drenched thong against his mouth and, not wasting a second, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down. Sitting on his face, he starts sucking on my pussy right away, and I can’t help but let a quivering moan fly out from between my lips.

"Screw this," he groans, coming up for air, and then hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh. Pulling on it harshly, he only stops when a ripping sound fills the room and the thong slides off me. Now with my bare pussy at his mercy, he pulls me into him once more, craning his neck and pressing his wide-open mouth against my drenched folds.

Instinct taking over me, I grab the headboard of the bed and start swaying my hips like mad, rubbing my wetness all over his face. I’m completely out of control, but he doesn’t allow me to lose my focus; his fingers are still hooked on my hips, and so he controls each and every one of my erratic movements.