Had a nice sleep?”
“Excellent,” she answered. “How about you?”
He hesitated. “Not too bad.”
“Do you have trouble sleeping a lot?” She asked, getting off the bed to snuggle in his arms.
He stiffened up for a split second. The woman was direct. He didn’t know how to answer, without getting into the details of Emma.
“Sometimes,” he answered briefly.
She looked up at him, and caressed the side of his face with one hand. “I’m a good listener, you know? You can tell me anything. Remember, I may be young, but I’ve seen a lot. And I know firsthand that sometimes, it feels better after you share.”
He held her close, but didn’t reply. He wasn’t ready. Still, he was glad for her effort.
“Are you hungry?” He finally mustered.
“Starving,” she answered pulling away gently. “But you know what I need more?”
“What’s that?”
“Two things, really. I’ll let you in on the first one.”
“And what might that be?”
He pushed the robe off his shoulders. “First, a heaping dose of Andrew all over me.”
He smiled, letting the robe fall. He gathered her in his arms and fell back into bed with her, holding her firmly so she wouldn’t get hurt on the way down. She pulled at him so he would roll on top. He did. Abby stretched out, opening her legs as his fingers danced across her face. She was naked underneath him. A morning quickie—that was what she wanted. And this morning, he was ready to deliver.
He shifted over to relax beside her and slid his hand down her stomach. His fingers caressed lower and she moaned, anticipating the coming pleasure. His thick, strong digits went to work. Doing the things only he could do to her was worth a little lost sleep. He found her clit and circled the sensitive flesh with a delicate pressure of his fingertips. He took the nub between his thumb and forefinger and pulled a teasing rhythm. It was a rhythm he was looking forward to re-creating with a slightly different part of his anatomy.
She moaned again. He moved lower still, and caressed her lips, one after the other. She silently told him she wanted him to touch her elsewhere. She shifted on the bed, trying to get him to the right spot. Chuckling behind her ear, he ‘tsked’ at her impertinence. She growled. He knew what she wanted, and still denied her temporarily.
If this was a quickie, they had a difference of opinion on its meaning.
He returned to her clit. She panted and whimpered as he built the tension. Slipping back to her slit, he plunged a finger inside, curving it to stroke and tap against her G-spot. She bucked. Her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
He eased another finger inside and she groaned, tilting her pelvis to what may have been a new, better angle for her. She cried out. He stroked sloppily in her wetness, hoping he was giving her everything she could hope for or ever want. She met every thrust with a lift of her own.
“Andrew…” she purred. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
“Yes?”
“Your. Cock. Now.” She ground out through clenched teeth.
“Get on top,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes, turning onto her side to grin at him. He learned quickly; this was her favorite position. She peeked under the sheets, staring at his erect cock with eagerness.
She hurriedly positioned herself on top of him, as though she expected him to change his mind. She straddled his legs, and dipped down to kiss his mouth, his eyes, his throat, his chest, his belly. She mouthed the words “thank you” and he almost burst out laughing. She took his cock in her hand and stroked him, and he swelled even further. She pumped him until he was as close to climax, probably building him up as much as he had done to her a few minutes before. No matter what, they were going to come together; he promised himself.
She lifted one leg until his cock was poised right under her pussy, and penetrated herself with him slowly. She sat down, achingly slow. It must have been
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