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“So, what were you and Lindsey talking about?” Abby asks curiously as she removes another flower pin from her hair.
She’s been at that for the past twenty minutes, ever since we came up to my bedroom after the last guest left. Frankly, I’m getting impatient as I wait on the bed, not to mention I’m getting hard just from watching her do her tedious chore, wearing only her beige corset bra, which her breasts are nearly spilling out of, and matching bikini panties.
I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s just screaming for me to fuck her.
Well, I will.
As soon as she’s done with her hair.
“Nothing,” I answer, almost forgetting about her question.
“Nothing?” She looks at me with a pout, the ruby red lipstick still on her lips, begging to be wiped off with a messy kiss. “What do you mean nothing? The two of you talked for quite a while. Plus, you seemed cozy.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
She shrugs as she turns back to the mirror, carefully removing another pin. “She is Lindsey Holland, after all. And you did sleep with her once before.” She adds the pin to the pile. “Maybe more than once.”
I sit up. “You are jealous!”
She says nothing, but her silence and the narrowed gaze she’s casting at the mirror gives her answer away.
I know what they say – jealousy is ugly. But on Abby, it looks hot. My cock twitches in agreement.
Fuck. To hell with the pins. I can’t wait any longer.
I walk over to her, standing behind her chair. “You have no reason to be jealous, Abby. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
I run my hands through her hair, pressing some of the tendrils to my lips.
“Really?” she asks.
“Really,” I answer, grasping her chin and kissing her.
Enough talk. I’m going to show her just how much I want her.
I move my hand to Abby’s cheek, stroking it as I claim her mouth, by far the sweetest treat I’ve had tonight. The taste of her lipstick and the champagne stoke the hunger within me, all that heat and wetness sending heat coursing through my veins and causing my cock to be in the same state.
Fuck.
I kiss her even harder, caressing her nape while I reach inside her bra to clasp one breast, freeing it from its restrictions. Abby gasps in my mouth, her nipple growing stiff as it comes in contact with the cool air in the room. I rub it, twist it gently, then tug on it, a thrill going through me as she whimpers and shivers in response. I know I should be gentler, but right now, I want her too much and the desire in my body is raging.
I want more of her.
I move my lips to her neck, sucking on the soft skin as I undo the front hooks of her corset one by one. Releasing her from the stiff garment, I cup both her breasts, stealing a glance at the mirror.
Oh, what a beautiful mess I’ve made.
The sight of Abby with her hair messy, a purple blemish on her neck, her eyes half-lidded, her red lipstick smeared around her swollen lips and her engorged breasts in my hands sends a fresh surge of heat down to my cock, turning its discomfort into ache.
Fuck.
Still, I ignore it, latching my teeth on the lobe of Abby’s ear as I play with her other nipple and reach lower to slip my hand beneath her underwear.
Lower.
She puts her hand over mine and gasps, her back arching and her hips thrusting forward, moving to the edge of the chair so I can reach her more easily. I slip in a finger, stroking her while kissing her shuddering shoulder and getting another glimpse of her reflection.
I’ve watched Abby’s face before as I brought her to the heights of pleasure, the brink of madness, captivated by her expression that is a combination of agony and ecstasy. Strangely, though, I’m more fascinated now as I watch her through the mirror, her breath coming in gasps from her parted lips, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glossed over.
I’m more fascinated. And more aroused.
Enough of the fucking mirror.
After kissing her cheek, I kneel in front of Abby, pushing the chair back. With two hands, I tug on her soaked panties, the smell of her own arousal assaulting my nostrils and sending me into another high. I toss them aside then spread her legs wider, gripping her thighs as they quiver in anticipation.
I dig in.
My nose pressed against her curls, I lick her other swollen pair of lips, tasting what I smelled earlier. Her hips jump off the chair as a shiver goes through, her thighs shaking and rebelling against my grip as she reaches for the top of my head, nails sliding over my scalp. I push my tongue deeper, tasting more and more of her.
I just can’t get enough of it, of her.
But Abby apparently has. She pushes me away, my shoulders hitting the edge of the dresser.
“I want something other than your tongue,” she whispers in my ear, nipping the lobe and sending a shiver through me.
Just when I think she’ll just sit there or lie there and let me do whatever I please, she does something that drives me over the edge and sends my plans out the window.
“As you wish.”
I follow her to the bed, taking off my robe. Abby lies across the bed, spreading her legs for me in invitation. I climb on top of her, kissing her, impressing her taste on her with my tongue before I grip her thighs and plunge in.
Oh, yes. Fucking yes.
Bending her nearly in half, I place my hands behind her knees and pound into her Abby cries out and fists the sheets in response. My knees dig into the mattress and the bed begins to creak in protest. Still, I fuck her with all I’ve got, grunting like a savage animal.
My cock loves the taste of her, too, more of that salty sweet nectar oozing out of her as she squeezes me, the sound of it adding to the ensemble that is already in play. It drives me even crazier, my cock slipping easily in and out of her as I move faster and faster.
“Fuck!” I let out the shout as I release my pent-up desire deep inside her, my body trembling.
Abby, too, trembles beneath me as her arms wrap around my back, her head coming off the bed as her lips open in a silent scream, her hips shuddering against me as she squeezes me for all I’m worth.
Then her head crashes back down, her body growing limp as she falls still and silent. I collapse on top of her, my chest heaving with hers.
“Do you still want to know what Lindsey and I talked about?” I ask Abby when I’ve caught my breath.
“Yes.”
I lift myself off her, leaning on my arms. “You, mostly.”
“Me?” Her eyes grow wide.
I sweep the tendrils out of her face. “We talked about how amazing you were, and she told me to take good care of you, which I fully intend to.”
I plant a kiss on Abby’s forehead, and she places her arms around me, smiling.
“You should have just told me that earlier.”
“Well, I have to admit you did look hot when you were jealous.”
“Oh, I did, did I?”
She pushes me off and climbs on top of me, tracing the muscles of my chest. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t think you’ll be seeing any more of that look.” Her palm rests over my heart. “After all, you did say I have no reason to be jealous.”
“I did.”
I kiss her again, short and tenderly this time, then pull her into my arms, letting her rest her head on my chest. Stroking her hair, I smile, my heart swelling with joy I’ve never felt before. Indeed, in this moment, I am happy and with the looming success of my company, I have a feeling everything is going to be all right.