“What are you doing, Sophia?” His voice was soft.
She went to move her hand away, but his reflexes were fast, even sloshed off his ass. He gripped her wrist in a strong yet gentle hold. “Abe.” She had no idea how to respond, didn’t know how to explain why she was touching him. It might have seemed innocent enough, but by the look in his eyes and her pounding pulse, it was anything but.
He pushed himself up until he was resting his upper body on his elbow, causing his muscles to tense. Sophia couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She stared into his eyes and felt something shift in the air. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the heat that suddenly seemed to fill the room, but Sophia felt herself leaning forward.
Abe let go of her wrist and cupped the side of her face at the same time he leaned in. When their mouths were just inches apart, she closed her eyes and moved that last inch that separated them. Everything inside her yearned for this, but there was that nagging voice that told her what a horrible mistake this was.
That first touch of her lips against his was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Sparks shot from her mouth, all the way through her body, and settled in her clit. It was intense and potent, and they hadn’t even moved yet. Abe took the lead, moving his lips on hers, slow and easy. He pushed himself up farther, cupped the other side of her face, tilting her head at the same time, and finally deepened the kiss.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking the very tip of hers. He moaned when she reciprocated. The taste of him was tangy from the whiskey and sweet from the beer. His hands moved from her face to grip her shoulders, pulling her roughly to him so their chests pressed against each other.
“Straddle me, baby.” Abe’s voice was gruff with need. Sophia pulled away, because she knew this wasn’t a good idea. He no longer seemed drunk, but did he really know what the hell they were doing?
“Abe—”
“Straddle me, baby.” His tone brooked no argument. He moved so his back rested against the headboard. Swallowing the very thick lump in her throat, she found her eyes traveling down his chest and stopping on the very large bulge pressed against his jeans. Even in the darkened room, she could see how it strained against his fly, demanding to be free. The junction between her thighs became wet, and she felt her nipples bead.
“Come on, baby, I want to feel you on top of me.” Before she could stop this from going any further, Abe’s hands were on her waist, and he was hauling her on top of him. His mouth slanted on hers and he took her with a searing force. The groan that spilled from him was loud, and she greedily swallowed it. With her legs spread wide over his, her pussy was in direct contact with his raging hard-on.
A gush of arousal left her, and she felt her panties dampen further. Sophia shifted and gasped as the movement caused Abe’s erection to rub against her clit. His zipper caused a flash of discomfort to meld with the pleasure.
“Fuck, baby.” He dragged his lips across her jaw and licked and nipped at her. Her head fell back, and her breath left her. She gripped his wide shoulders and curved her nails into him. A hiss escaped his mouth, but his erection grew impossibly harder beneath her.
“This is a very bad idea, Abe.” Even she could hear that she didn’t mean she wanted him to stop.
“No, baby, I think this is the best idea we’ve had in a long time.” He continued kissing her jaw and made his way down her neck. The light feel of him sucking at her pulse point had her shifting atop him again. He groaned, and his hands landed on her ass to squeeze the mounds before spreading them slightly.
He started moving her back and forth on his jean-clad erection, creating a delicious rocking motion that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the center of her body.
“That is it, sweets.” He panted against her neck, and the fact that he was having just as hard a time as she was turned her on even more. “That is so it.” His hips started lifting slightly, causing his erection to press impossibly harder against her cunt. “I can feel you, can feel how hot and wet you are.” His mouth was back on hers, his kisses so hard and demanding that she couldn’t keep up, but that was okay. That was really, really okay.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Sophia?” The only sound that left her was a muffled moan against his mouth. “I’ve wanted you for so long. So fucking long.” He rocked her atop him harder and faster, creating a friction that had her trying to catch her breath. Her clit swelled from his ministrations, and she knew her orgasm was only a few moments away. “I’ve dreamed about what your sweet little pussy would feel like on my cock, what your tits would feel like in my mouth.”