Abby
Zed was the one to break the embrace, letting her go reluctantly. “We need to start preparing this.”
“You said Mark had four hours,” she replied, as she put her arms around his neck and forced him to look down at her. “It's not that far to the office.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly, softly, warmly.
He returned her kiss, his lips insistent, but gentle.
“We have time,” Abby whispered, as she broke the kiss, her voice low and brimming with desire.
He nodded, a faint smile coming to his lips. They began to slowly strip each of their clothes, their lips passionately finding each other’s whenever they could.
Soon, they were on the bed together, a tangle of limbs and searching hands. Abby explored Zed's body, her hands running over his hard muscles and soft skin.
His hands caressed her breasts, her flat tummy, her hips, and her ass as she moved against him, writhing under his touch.
She pushed him back onto the bed and kissed his neck and chest, her hands finding his lengthened manhood. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him as she kissed his nipples and his abs.
“Oh, Abby,” he whispered, his hand entangling in her hair, but not pulling. This was a gentle love-making, with none of the roughness and darkness of before. Here there were just wet kisses, determined hands, and warmth.
She lowered herself to his rod, ran her tongue around his crown, and bathed him all over. Eyes closed, Abby pressed her lips to the underside of him, massaging him up and down as she gently squeezed his sack. With her sad eyes on him, she took him into her mouth, wetting him.
He stroked her hair as he watched her pleasure him, his eyes half-closed from the sensations. He brushed the bangs from her face and stroked the back of his finger down her cheek.
Smiling wistfully, she took him from her mouth and crawled up his body. She threw a naked thigh over his waist, straddling him. She reached between them, her fingers encircling his tool, and guided him in. They groaned together as she settled down onto him, the fingers of her petite hands splayed on his chest.
“Oh Zed,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as he filled her.
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Zed
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently teasing her nipples as she rode him in long, languid movements. She would rise almost all the way off of him, till just his head was inside, then slide slowly back down.
She was a perfect fit for him, as he was for her, and she was like a silken glove stroking him.
He let his head roll back and allowed the pleasure to overtake his world. He didn't think he'd ever felt this way about another human, as she became the center of his world.
She leaned forward, kissed him, and purred into his mouth as he lightly scraped his nails up and down her back. She arched under his touch, pressing her breasts into his chest as she continued this final ride.
“I'm cumming,” she groaned, as she settled down on his cock, her body shaking.
He pulled her close, holding her, his fingers massaging and passing over her skin as she trembled in his arms.
She moaned wordlessly, kissed him again, then, between pants, moaned some more. “Oh, Zed,” she groaned. “You're the one for me.”
He began to move his hips, thrusting himself into her. With each thrust, he felt his body moving closer to his own little death. He held her tightly in his arms, her muffled moans coming faster.
“I love you, Abby,” he whispered again, as he felt his body stiffen. He grabbed her ass, squeezed tightly, and began to cum inside her. “I love you so much.”
She smothered his moan with a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. They continued like that as the pleasure washed over them both, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Then, like all wonderful moments, that one came to an end. It was a sad moment, made all the sadder by the perfect union they'd just experienced.
They lay there on the bed together, their bodies cooling under the breezy air of the circling ceiling fan, breathing as one as Zed began to soften and slide out of her.
“Don't go,” she whispered. “You don't have to. We can just call this off.”
Zed smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I have to. You know that. I'm so close to getting Kai out. I can just feel it.”
“We could be happy, though,” she said. “You and me.”
“I know, babe,” he replied, kissing her soft blonde hair again, “I know. But I have to see this through. He's my brother, and he doesn't deserve to be in there. This is my only chance.”
They lay there in silence for a few minutes more. Soon, Zed realized the light drops of water falling on his chest weren't beads of sweat. They were drops of tears.