Dear Abby by Peggy Barnett Read Free Book Online

hair, like when she kisses men with beards. Ixazaluoh is au natural and it makes her beautiful,
womanly. It is slick and wonderful, the best kiss anyone has ever given Abby in
her life. Only she's not kissing with her mouth.
    "H-holy fucking fuck, " Abby
sighs. Ixazaluoh grinds her pelvic bone against
Abby's clit in reply and Abby screams, jerking and writhing under her lover.
    And then Ixazaluoh begins to thrust. It's not at all like when a man does it, no hard slap of
balls against her ass, no loss of contact, no single
point of sensation. It is broad, and wet, and there is no respite, no
microseconds of rest as he pulls out to prepare for another thrust. It is
relentless gyrating, pushing Abby's tailbone into the mattress, spreading
moisture all up their stomachs and down their thighs, pressure and friction,
the drag of skin on skin and it’s wonderful, it's everything.
    Abby wants this, only this, for the rest of
her life. She wants to live in this moment forever. She wants to let Ixazaluoh flay her open and scoop out everything Abby hates
about herself and fill it up with Ixazaluoh and only Ixazaluoh , to wrap her skin around her and
live within her inside her always, always.
    And when Abby comes it's like a goddamned
tsunami.
    Sensation swoops across her skin, muscles
snapping tight, head whipping back and forth on the pillow. Ixazaluoh falls on her, mouthing her nipples, pulling them tight between her teeth,
drawing Abby's orgasm out, pulling it from her body like toffee. Lips on the
love bite again, tongue on the rough bruise, mouth on her mouth and it is all
Abby can do to remember to breathe .
    And when her body finally releases, when all
the tension drains away and Abby is left puddled on the duvet, soaking into the
mattress because she has no bones left — must have shook them to atoms, can’t
possibly still have any in her body — Ixazaluoh lays
down beside her and systematically licks her from temple to toes. She licks up
their combined juices, the sweat from beneath Abby's breasts, the sticky
remnants of Balché and saliva from where it had run
into her armpit.
    "Did you…? Should I?" Abby manages
to remember to ask, because it's polite to make sure your partner comes too.
But her brain a fogged over haze of utter satisfaction and contentment and she
doesn't quite get the whole thought out.
    "Hush," Ixazaluoh says, urges Abby onto her side and spoons up behind her. She slides one strong
thigh between Abby's, the other curling over her hip like a cage. Arms around
her shoulders, a hand on her breast, a mouth on her nape, breasts pressed snug
and pillowy against her shoulder blades.
    Trapped. Every inch of Abby
flows back into Ixazaluoh , accepting her captivity.
    "Sleep," Ixazaluoh commands, and Abby gives herself over to it.
    She is warm, and she is safe, and she is
wanted. And it is more than she has ever hoped for in her life. To be wanted .
    In her dreams, she hears Ixazaluoh talking. "You ate food I prepared, and drank of the liquor I
blessed," Ixazaluoh whispers, smearing the words
against the shell of Abby's ear, nipping at the lobe with each tight consonant.
"You can see me, Abigail, and you have accepted what I have brought to
you. You have given me your name and you have given me your body. You are mine.
You will be mine forever."
    " Mmmokay , s'deal ," Abby says sleepily and rolls over to pillow
her head against Ixazaluoh's lovely, blowsy breasts.
Her heartbeat is like the ocean against Abby's ear.
    Something small pricks against the skin at
the base of Abby's left thumb, possibly a small bug bite, but Abby just bats
the sensation away and lets sleep wash over her like a
wave.
     
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    In the afternoon, when Abby finally rouses,
she realizes that Ixazaluoh is gone and she has
bruises in places she never thought she could have bruises. They rub and pull
and ache, and they feel fantastic. There's even one on the base of her left
thumb, a small black circle that looks like she smacked the cap of