Abby tightens her legs around my head as her hand curls in my hair, sparking pain and making me groan against her soaked pussy. I lick from her entrance to her clit over and over, softening my tongue each time to make sure she keeps trembling for me.
“Danya. Oh ... Danya,” she chants. “No one’s ever..”
“If you say no one has ever eaten you out,” I warn, grabbing her thighs and prying them off my ears.
She bites her bottom lip as her cheeks go from pink to burning red. “I haven’t let anyone else.”
“Abby,” I groan, feasting on her all over again.
She’s so damn sweet and receptive. I love how she arches for my tongue, grips my hair with both hands, pulling me tigter against her delicious pussy. I’d be happy to devour her every single day, eating her out until she’s so oversensitive that she’s trembling and already on the edge before I can fuck her.
Then again, I also like the idea of starting every day by tasting her pussy, then her moans and finally her fuckin’ cupcakes. Abby lifts her hips off the bed to grind against my tongue until she comes apart again.
“Danya, please!” She lets out a soft sob and then hums when I just kiss her clit.
I let her drop down to the bed and push her legs apart further, kissing along her inner thighs, licking across her skin, and nibbling the inside of her knee. “I hope you enjoy being eaten out. I’m not planning to restrain myself again.”
“Again?” she asks.
I chuckle and flip her over, biting her ass until she moans and rocks back against me as I palm each butt cheek. I lick and kiss up her spine, then nibble the nape of her neck as I rub my cock against her ass.
“I’ve wanted to devour you anytime we’ve been in a kitchen together. I also considered it on that first date. Those table cloths were so long and that dress ... I knew I could push it up to your thighs, spread your legs and make you come right there,” I purr in her ear.
“Oh,” she whines. “You’re kinky.”
“You don’t know the half of it, Cupcake. I’m being gentle right now. I’ll be nice and vanilla right now, but next time ... next time we’re going to explore your kinks,” I say before nipping her neck.
Abby rolls under me, then wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. She sucks my lip, licks deeper into my mouth, then reaches between us and strokes my cock. I can feel where she’s trying to get me, but I like her words so much more. I need to hear how much she wants me.
I fell first. I can admit that to myself, so I need to know that we’re on the same page. That she wants me for more reasons than my blatant sex appeal and the fact that she’s riding an adrenaline high.
“We got through part one, Abby. What’s part two?” I ask before sucking her earlobe.
I continue kissing along her neck as I pull her thigh around my hip. I bite the top of her breast when she doesn’t answer, then choke her with one hand as she whimpers and moans for me. Abby gasps and she lifts her chin.
Rubbing my thumb down the front of her neck, I hold her gaze. “Tell me what part two is.”
She strokes my cock again, her fingers circling the sensitive head before she rubs her pussy against me. “You know what part two is?”
“Nope. I don’t,” I tease. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I ...” she looks away, but I turn her back to meet my eyes.
“It’s just us. I won’t let anyone else know what a dirty mind you have,” I promise, kissing the corner of her lips. “Tell me, Cupcake.”
“I want to taste you too, but ... but I want you inside me more,” she whispers. “So I’d like to have sex with you and then have you finish in my mouth.”
Fitting my mouth to hers, I kiss her, then deeper as she moans against me. My hand strokes down her throat and I squeeze her breast in my hand. Abby guides me where she needs me, and I thrust deep inside her.
Her back arches against me and her lips part. “Oh!”
Fuck, she’s tight, really tight, soaking wet, and so fucking warm. I groan and draw back. She turns her head away, hiding it in her pillow as I draw back and slam into her again, watching her tits bounce, her thighs shake. Having her naked, moaning under me, panting and whimpering as she tries to pull me closer. It’s everything I’ve wanted and more. I can taste her on my tongue even as I set a pace that keeps her moaning, like she can’t string two thoughts together while I’m inside her.
“You’re better than I dreamed, Abby,” I growl against her skin before sucking her nipple between my lips. I suck and lick as she lifts herself off the bed to make the most of me.
Abby meets every thrust, tangles her fingers in my hair as her other hand strokes down my back to brush me. I chuckle and lick between her breasts and along her neck until she trembles for me.
“Use your words. I’ll give you everything you want, everything you need,” I pant.
Abby meets my eyes as I slide my hand around the back of her neck, massaging the spot as I slow my pace. I roll my hips and see her eyes dip to my body.
She strokes over my chest and abs, gripping my hips. “You feel good, Danya. Really good,” she breathes, a satisfied sound escaping her lips.
A pleased sound leaves my throat.
“So, so good,” she continues, her head falling back. “But ...”
“But?” I come to a dead stop and narrow my eyes.
“You’re holding back. Stop it. No restraint,” she orders.
I chuckle. “I might break you if you do that.”
She wiggles against me. “You promised not to stop! You promised to give me what I want. Do it.”
With that, I flip her over, jerk her hips back and slam into her. Abby releases a feral moan that has my cock twitching inside her. I swat her ass hard. “You better stay loud for me until my hand is around your throat.”
“Yes!” she yells.
Wrapping my hand in her hair, I jerk her back. I want to hear everything. She doesn’t get to hide a single moan. I swat her ass again. “That’s right. Be loud. Make your fucking neighbors jealous of your pussy.”
She moans and pants for me, whimpering when I swat her ass, but never asking me to stop. I love watching her ass jiggle, love watching her skin bloom pink under my hand as she whimpers, moans, yells my name until she falls hoarse.
Abby comes for me again, her pussy trying to suck my cock deeper, so I give it to her, slamming into her until I have nothing more to give, grinding deep inside her as her wetness slicks her thighs and my cock.
I’m still not close. I’m too focused on her, on what she needs to come, again and again and again. I climb half on top of her and push her down against the bed, so I’m between her legs as I hold her down. I grip her breast, kissing the nape of her neck, her jaw, anywhere I can reach as I continue fucking her.
“Danya!” she howls. “Fuck, I can’t ... I can’t!”
“One more,” I growl, feeling my own toes starting to curl and a demanding heat filling my lower belly.
She wraps her arm around my head as her lips part and her eyes roll back. She comes again, gushing for me as her entire body shakes. When she finishes, I jerk out of her as quickly as I can. I don’t want to finish inside her and I promised to finish in her mouth. I keep my fucking word.
Abby keeps shaking as I roll her onto her side and offer her my cock, shining with her juices. She opens her eyes as I tap the tip of my dick against her lips. “You want to finish me, Cupcake?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
Abby parts her lips and takes my cock. I expect her to stop, to draw back, to have to take her time, but she takes more than half my cock in one go. I groan and tangle my fingers in her hair. Her eyes, all hazy and dilated, flick up to mine as she draws back and teases the head of my cock with her tongue.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She adjusts, grips my ass, then takes me deeper. Her throat tightens around me as she tries to take every thick inch, and she gags. She draws back and does it again, changing the angle, always taking more, over and over as her tongue strokes and teases me.
It’s too fucking much. This woman... I grip her hair tight and thrust into her throat. “Ready to swallow for me?”
She nods weakly and takes a sharp breath before letting me fuck her perfect mouth. She moans with me as wet, gasping sounds leave her throat with every thrust. I groan. “Yes, Abby. So ... fucking ....”
That’s all I get out before I come. She digs her nails into my ass as I fill her throat. I draw back, making sure she can breathe. She sucks my cock again, making me groan.
By the time she lets me go, I’m shaking and panting, feeling like I need to cover myself since I’m so sensitive. Abby swallows, but doesn’t move closer to me. I try to pull her against me, but she grabs my hand and lifts my arm, looking at my forearm.
“We need to fix this,” she comments before swallowing again.
I roll on top of her and kiss her again and again until her hand softens on mine. She sighs, but when I draw back, she covers my mouth. “No more kisses until we fix your arm. I don’t want you getting infected and I don’t want you hurting after such a fun night.”
Kissing her palm feels like the right answer.
She frees my mouth, and I grin. “Do you have a curling iron or something? We can burn it shut.”
Horror contorts her face. “Danya!”
“I can call someone to come stitch me up,” I offer. “Since you’re not good with needles.”
“We should keep this elevated and maybe do a tourniquet. You’re not bleeding as bad as I expected and then we should wrap it and clean it and-”
I kiss her cheek. “Ed and I did some basic first aid. It’s not my first gunshot wound.”
She narrows her eyes at me. I like that she’s angry and not upset. She drags me to the bathroom, ignoring her nakedness since she’s focused on grumbling about how little I care about myself. She looks at my arm, insists on washing it again, which is less than pleasant, and inspects it.
“Did you already burn the inside?” She asks.
“Yes,” I grunt, still feeling the sizzle of the soap. “I wouldn’t come back to you if I was close to dead.”
She looks at her hair straightener, then back to me. “That will cause too big of a burn compared to the injury you have, so I’m going to wrap it.”
“Okay,” I accept.
She takes care of me, then swats my chest before ordering me to get in her bed.
I obey after she strips the comforter and top sheet. Abby grabs an oversized t-shirt that has dinosaurs on it, runs to the kitchen, and returns with ice and a glass of water. I feel my heart beat increase as she takes care of me.
She’s a hell of a lot more than a pleasant view and a good lay.