"A little uncomfortable, actually," she said smirking. It fit her like a glove, but she was up to something. I went with it.
"Then take it off."
"I want you to take it off for me," she said seductively.
Her eyes were hot, and I knew right then that was my in. I walked over to her. She pulled her legs onto the bed so that she was kneeling and turned her back to me. I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled the zipper down her back. I tugged it down over her hips, and she sat on the bed so I could pull it the rest of the way down her legs. She scooted backward up the bed.
"Come here," she whispered.
I climbed onto the bed after her. She got up on her knees and pushed me onto my back, straddling me. She slowly went down the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. I tried to sit up and touch her, but she pushed me back down, not letting me lead. It was hot. Different, but still incredibly sexy. She raked her nails down my bare chest and abs when she had gotten my shirt open.
I never let girls top me, but Abby with that look on her face was enough for me to change my mind. I watched her pop the button of my jeans and pull the zipper down. She tugged them down low enough for my cock to spring free. Our eyes locked, and it was over. I was hers tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Abby
I covered the head of his penis with my mouth and sucked. He felt hot and smooth against my tongue. His head fell back on the bed, and he let out a ragged breath. Positive feedback, I guessed. I had never done this with anyone before. I had never really wanted to. It felt like something really personal to do with someone. I wanted to please him; I wanted to own his pleasure.
I wrapped my hand around the root and sucked again, trying to get a little more of his length into my mouth. It wasn’t easy; he was big and thick. He tasted like musk and salt. I felt his hand get lost in my hair, fisting a handful. I concentrated on the tip again, using my tongue to lick around it and over the eye. He groaned, and I felt a soft tug at my hair. I jerked my hand up and down and sucked, hollowing my cheeks out.
“Stop,” he said hoarsely. I sat up, worried I’d done something wrong. He pulled me up so I was back on his lap and sat up to kiss me deeply. His hands went around my back to snap my bra open. He squeezed my breasts roughly, feeling them in his hands. I shuddered when he pinched my nipples. I had missed this.
I broke the kiss and pushed him back down on his back.
“Stay down,” I told him. “I want to make you come.” His eyes were dark with lust, and he looked like he was about to come after me. I could see how tight and tense his muscles were from the strain of not getting what he wanted immediately.
I slid off the bed, taking my panties off and pulling at his jeans and underwear so we were both naked. I was wet just looking at him. I hadn’t forgotten what he felt like inside me, but imagining it alone was nothing compared to having him again. I felt starved, like an animal. I ached to feel him touching the deepest part of me.
I quickly went to my closet to get a condom before I climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again. His penis was so hard it lay along his stomach. I watched his face as I ripped the wrapper and slowly sheathed his dick in the rubber.
The muscle in his jaw was working, and he was throbbing in my hands. I inched forward, raising off of him and positioning his tip right at my opening. I felt powerful and extremely horny, and I wanted this to last as long as it could. I ran his thick head over my entrance and clit, making it slick and wet. I closed my eyes and moaned. He thrust his hips upward, trying to slide inside.
“Not so fast,” I teased, smirking.
“Please, Abby,” he whispered harshly. I slid down onto him slowly. His head fell back, and he cursed, fisting the covers. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his size. He fit so tight. I leaned forward against him and ground my hips. My hands went to his chest, leaning into him so I could ride him.
I wanted to take my time, but that wasn’t going to happen. He pinched my nipples, making me scream. He thrust upwards powerfully to meet my every move. I could feel my orgasm building, burning like a fire at my core.
I leaned back, balancing my weight on his thighs so I could bounce up and down on his cock. I moaned, feeling him fill me even deeper. I was so close, but I didn’t want to come before he did. I sped up my movements, hearing his breathing become erratic and quick. His hands dug into my thighs.
“Fuck, Abby. I’m going to come,” he said. I rode him wildly, fucking myself on his cock. He groaned, shuddering below me as he came.
The sounds of his pleasure made me hotter than I had known I could get. I felt his thumb roughly rub my engorged clit, and I was finished. I exploded around him, collapsing forward with a scream. My body spasmed with erotic aftershocks as the wave passed over me.
I panted, trying to catch my breath as I lay on his chest. He was still inside me. His hand lazily rubbed my back. This felt right, laying in his embrace after giving ourselves to each other. Everything was here and now and powerful, and we could be present without thinking about anything else. When we were like this, I could pretend this could last. I kissed his chest gently before shifting my weight off of him.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'll be right back. I just want to clean up," I told him. He let me go. I walked quickly to the bathroom and rinsed off under the shower, careful not to get my hair wet. I wrapped myself up in a towel, then took it off. I didn't want to hide from him. After that? I couldn't.
I had only had a handful of sexual experiences, absolutely due to the fact that I had never really acted on any interest in the past before. I didn't feel like an inexperienced half-virgin when I was with Nate. I felt alive and powerful enough to ride him and take my pleasure from him as much as I gave to him.
I liked feeling wanted and sexy. That was how he made me feel. I walked back outside and quickly grabbed a long t-shirt from my closet before climbing back onto the bed where Nate had waited.
He was back in his underwear, lying on his back. He smiled at me as I settled next to him.
"Was that your plan this whole night?" he asked.