Abby climbs upon me, straddling me. A bold move that turns me on, but worries me too. What is she up to?

“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?”

“You.” She puts her arms around my neck. Her lips claim mine this time around. She kisses me furiously, as if she’s begging me to make her forget. I pull her roughly, almost violently to me. My heart jolts and my pulse pounds. It’s so easy to get lost in the intensity of her kiss. It’s like a storm. A swirling tornado claiming whatever’s in her way.

Our mouths burn with fire. She tastes of strawberries, chocolate, and wine, raw passion, and desperation. I surrender to her, to this kiss, letting her take whatever it is that might bring her peace. I shake with need as my blood roars in my veins. I’m turned on and ready to let myself loose.

“What do you need,” I ask trying to peel her off me before I do something stupid.

“You,” she says breathily. “I want to share everything with you. I want you to take away my pain without feeling it yourself.”

“I don’t mind feeling it as long as it means you’re free from it.”

“You’re going to hate me as much as I hate myself.”

“Never,” I assure her. “There’s no fucking way I’d ever hate you.”

“Touch me,” she pleads. “I want to try.”

“Abigail,” I warn her, while at the same time I’m fucking chiding myself for not doing what she wants.

I breathe out hard as I close my eyes. She’s making it impossible. I can’t think of anything but the heat of her body burning through my pants.

“We are taking things slowly,” I remind her. “I’m a patient man,” I stutter wanting to touch her panties and find out if she’s wet and ready for me. “We can take it one day at a time. There’s no rush.”

“It’s not rushing things,” she sucks on her bottom lip. “It’s taking back my life.”

I’m not understanding what she means. What is she trying to claim?

“You might be the key, Wes.” Her breathy voice makes me shiver.

Fuck. I’m so confused about what to do. I’ve yearned to have her in my arms like this. I run my fingers through her hair. Is it right though?

“If this is what you need, baby.” I swallow hard hoping that it doesn’t send her spiraling out of control.

Our gazes connect, she smiles and says, “Why are you so good to me?”

Because I love you. I think the words, but I’m not brave enough to say them. She deserves to know them, but before I can say them out loud, she has to get used to us as a couple.

As she moves her body against mine, my dick begins to harden. I can’t help it when she’s in my lap and especially after that incredible kiss.

I sigh, regretting already what I’m about to say, “As much as I enjoy having you this close, may I remind you that we are taking this slowly.”

She doesn’t move or speak. I place a few strands of hair behind her ear.

She’s so beautiful. Her lips are inviting and as much as I’d love to kiss her right now, I can’t. My cock grows impatient, swelling inside my trousers and aching to finally be deep inside her. Fuck. I need to take a shower and rid myself of this need.

Abby rubs her sweet pussy against my erection, her mouth touching my ear, then my neck. “Please,” she begs me with a sultry voice.

Fuck, she’s slowly breaking my restraints. Wearing me down.

“Baby,” I whisper in her ear, ordering my dick to stay down. “I only have one setting, and if you continue like this we’re going to end up in bed,” I say truthfully.

“Just a little taste.” She throws a flirty smile and suddenly everything around us seems lighter.

“You’re tempting me just like Eve did to Adam,” I joke, then sober up because she had a lot to drink. “Is this the wine talking, Abby?”

“I swear I’m not even tipsy,” she salutes me. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a Scout, gorgeous.”

I caress her jaw and trace her full lips with my thumb.

“What is it that you’re afraid of telling me, Abby?”

“The truth.” She runs her small hands through my hair. “I’m afraid of my past and scared that I don’t have a future.”

“This doesn’t scare you?” I slide my hand down her torso, brushing her full breasts.

She shivers and her cheeks darken slightly.

“We can try more tomorrow,” I suggest, getting ready to jet off this terrace.

She closes her eyes. “No one has ever touched me lovingly; tonight, I wanted that.”

“Hey, look at me.” I cup her beautiful face stopping myself from grinding my cock against her pussy.

I stare into those dark eyes wishing that I could read her mind. Her request to touch her, go a little farther, feels like an open invitation and not to her body, but to her soul.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, hoping she’ll say no.

A reasonable man would just leave, but I can’t say no to this woman.

“Yes, I want you to erase what happened before I met you. Give me …” She shakes her head.

“I’ll give you everything, anything. Ask and you shall receive.”

“I want firsts that are meaningful,” she says, and the words are simple, yet I feel like there’s a dark meaning behind them. “A first kiss, a first touch. Love making. But not just with anyone.”

My heart beats fast as I slant my mouth to hers and kiss her. I take my time teasing, tasting, and claiming her slowly with my mouth. Her tongue meets mine, matching stroke for stroke. I lower my hands to her neck, running my fingers along the soft skin of her throat and stopping right where I find the necklace I gave her.

Lowering my hands, I trace the outline of her breasts. I brush my fingertips across her hardened nipples. She clenches her legs, rubbing herself against the length of my dick. I find the hem of her shirt and pull it off, breaking our kiss. She lets out a needy moan, and I groan when I see her chest. Her beautiful breasts are round and full. Her silky skin glows, and my mouth waters to taste it.

I cup her globes. Her head falls back as I stroke her soft flesh. Lowering my mouth to one gorgeous tip, I flick it with my tongue. She whimpers when I slide a hand between her legs, finding her wet pussy. She lets out a loud cry, pushing her hips against my hand. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. I tease her nipple, then gently tug it with my teeth.

“One day, I’ll fuck your tits,” I promise, imagining how hot it’d be to press those globes together while I slide my dick between them.

Stopping all at once, I grab her ass and push myself up off the chair, taking her to the bed. Once I settle her in the middle, I move my mouth to her other breast giving it the same care I did the first one. My hands are busy pushing down her skirt. My tongue stops the ministration and continues its way down her flat stomach. She tastes like an angel, and I’m almost sure I’m in heaven, yet I’m probably about to go to fucking hell for corrupting the most innocent person I’ve ever known.

“Should I keep going, Abby?” I ask as I’m about to pull down her pink, lacy panties.

She’s trembling and her breath is coming fast. I’m not sure if I’m doing something wrong or if she’s responding positively to my touch.

“We don’t need to go any further,” I reassure her, kissing her inner thighs, drunk on her scent and ready to lick her.

My dick throbs begging to be freed. I’m so ready to be inside her right this second. I know that tonight I’m not strong enough to continue, but I do want her to come undone. I take her mouth and kiss her sliding my hand into her underwear searching for her little pearl. Lust runs down my spine. She’s so fucking wet. It’d be easy to slide my cock down the slick channel.

As I kiss her, I imagine myself inside her. I stroke her clit; her breathing becomes shallow. I continue sliding my finger over her pussy down to her entrance. Her hips rock against my hand. My hand reaches further south, and I push in a finger. She cries out and I stop.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Her husky moan hits me right in the groin. “I’m with you.”

“You’re with me, letting me love you the way you deserve,” I reassure her.

She moans, gripping my biceps. I have two crooked fingers inside her tapping against her g-spot while my thumb rubs her clit. Fuck, the tightness around my fingers makes me clench my jaw. She’s so close, so hot. I’m loving the way she feels against my body, her reaction to my touch, and especially that she’s allowing me to be her first. Pure desire floods my brain, but I stop myself when she begins to tremble and cry with pleasure.

I kiss her, drinking in her orgasm. I feel the wetness from her tears before I realize she’s crying.

“What happened?” My blood freezes. Fuck, what did I do? “Did I hurt you?”

“Thank you,” she says, shaking her head. “You just helped me recover a little piece of myself.”