Chapter 19 - Abram
It’s impossible to hold back with her half-naked in front of me. Here I was, worried sick she might still leave, but I’ve won back her trust. Honesty is all it took, and now, she’s seducing me.
This is a first—and one I never expected.
I’ve never felt more thrilled to be alive. My eyes flick over her perfect half-moon breasts spilling out from her bra, her dress now gathering at the waist.
“Zara,” I moan and rush toward her, my lips crashing against hers as my hands grip the delicate fabric of her dress. With one swift motion, I pull it down wholly to her ankles, revealing her flushed skin beneath. My breath catches as I take in the enticing curves of her body as she stands half-naked before me, in nothing but her panties and bra, my fingers tracing every dip and swell.
"You're exquisite," I murmur, reaching into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Zara's breath hitches. "Abram, please…"
Her plea ignites something primal within me. I cup her ass, lifting her effortlessly. She responds immediately, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. Her breasts press into me as I support her weight, feeling the heat of her skin through my clothes.
My hands roam over the smooth expanse of her back as she loops her arms around my neck. Our lips meet again, hungrier this time. Her tongue dances with mine, teasing and exploring. I groan, overcome by the taste of her.
"I've wanted this for so long," I confess between heated kisses.
Zara pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "Then take me," she whispers.
Her words send a jolt of electricity through me. I tighten my grip on her, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. With a growl, I slam Zara against the wall, pressing our bodies tighter together. Her gasp of surprise quickly turns into a moan as I capture her lips in a hungry kiss. My hands roam over her flushed skin, igniting every nerve ending.
"God, you drive me wild," I breathe against her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear.
Zara arches into me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
I trail kisses down her throat, savoring the way she trembles beneath my touch. My hands explore the curves of her body, squeezing and pinching, marking her as my own. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. My cock groans to come free, and I thrust into her panties, giving her a little dry taste of what’s to come.
She moans, tightening her legs around my waist, circling against my erection, feeling it hard.
I can feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. The heat between us is palpable, electric.
Zara lets out a soft moan, her body responding to my moves. I feel her growing wet with anticipation, her hips rocking subtly against mine. The realization sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
"You're so responsive," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her inner thigh. "So perfect."
She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps. “Bedroom, now,” she commands.
I don't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, I carry her toward mine, our lips glued together. Not wanting to waste time, I kick the door shut behind me.
I cross the room in three long strides and slam her onto the bed. Her tits bounce enticingly in her bra, and I can't tear my eyes away. The hunger I feel for her is primal, all-consuming.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I breathe, drinking in the sight of her. The sight of her near naked, all flushed, is my undoing.
“Part your legs,” I command, and she opens them coyly.
I glide my fingers up her thighs, my touch as light as a feather, until I find the delicate lace of her panties. I rip them down without hesitation. Zara gasps and lifts her hips slightly off the bed.
I lower my head, my lips finding their way to her wetness. The first taste of her is like a revelation—all citrus and rich—and I groan against her sensitive flesh. My tongue explores, teasing, circling, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
I dig my nails into her thighs to part them further, and she presses herself down into the bed, tugging at the sheets. I look up to find her eyes closed, her mouth parted with want.
I grin and slide a finger into her, and hear her soft moans vibrate in the room. Her body seizes around my finger, and I can tell she’s desperate.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard, Zara," I whisper, my voice low and husky. She looks at me, her eyes glistening in the dim light, and I know that she wants this just as much as I do.
I focus on pleasuring her, using my fingers to stimulate her clit while my tongue dances over her clit.
I feel her body tense, her hips bucking against me. "That's it," I murmur, "cum for me."
Zara's fingers tangle in my hair, her loud moans filling the room. Suddenly, she gasps and arches her back, tugging at my hair, her release crashing over her, taking me along for the ride. I growl against her core, my tongue relentless as she convulses around me.
Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving. "Oh, God," she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I crawl up the bed, running my fingers down her sweat-soaked spine. "You're mine now, Zara," I whisper in her ear.
She turns to look at me, her brown eyes luminous. "And you're mine, Abram."
A shiver runs down my spine, and I lean in, kissing her softly. Her tongue meets mine, and she tastes herself on me.
Her hands fumble with my pants, and I help her, desperate to be inside her. Her touch is tentative but eager as she frees me from my jeans, her eyes darkening with need.
And then, she reaches for my shoulders and pushes me down on my back. I can barely register what she’s doing when she’s suddenly between my legs, my cock in her hand.
“My turn,” she speaks sweetly before licking the entirety of my length, from my balls to the tip. I moan at how soft she feels, and then she takes me to the back of her throat.
I can feel my cock pulsating with need, every nerve ending on fire from her warmth and the gentle suction of her mouth. "Fuck," I groan, my hands threading into her hair. She looks up at me, those deep brown eyes filled with sex-fogged determination, and then she slides back down my length, cheeks hollowing as she takes me in again. My heart races, adrenaline coursing through me as she sucks me so fucking hard that my vision goes hazy.
I toss my head back, letting out a rough groan when she hits just the right spot. “Stop,” I moan. “You’ll make me cum.”
“Don’t you dare,” she warns back before sliding her lips down my shaft again. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and my hips snap forward, thrusting into her mouth. I hear her choke, but she never stops.
I begin to throb.
“Zara,” I moan, clutching her hair, pulling her up. When I look down, I see juices dripping out the side of her mouth. “I want to fuck you,” I say, staring deep into her eyes.
She breaks into a devilish, naughty smile, and the next thing I know, she’s on top of me. She bites her lower lip, hands on my chest, and I feel her wetness on my rock-hard rock.
I clutch her waist just as she positions herself above me, slowly dragging my cock through her wetness, teasing me. "Are you ready for this, Abram?" she asks, her voice seductive and tantalizing.
"More than ready," I grunt, my body tense and primed for this moment.
With a wicked grin, she slides down onto my cock in one swift motion, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Her eyes glaze over with ecstasy as I fill her up completely.
"God, you feel so good," she moans, taking a moment to savor the feeling of being filled by me.
And then, she moves. And boy, does she move.
Her hips rock back and forth, her breasts dancing to her tune. I watch, enthralled, as she closes her eyes and throws her head back, her nails digging into my chest, her pussy clenching around my cock as her ass grazes my balls.
I reach up, unable to help myself, and grab the straps of her bra, pulling it down, releasing her round, plump breasts into my view. My fingers circle her nipples as she mewls, and I cup her breasts in my palms, squeezing tight. She gasps, her movements stuttering for a moment before she steadies herself.
“Oh my god,” she groans, sliding up my cock and ramming back down.
“Fuck,” I bellow, high on the ecstasy of how that felt.
Zara's eyes flutter open, locking with mine as she continues to ride me. My hands stay locked on her breasts, kneading and squeezing, and I watch her pretty face as it contorts with pleasure and lust.
"Fuck me harder," she breathes out, her eyes blazing with passion. My heart quickens in response to her request.
I oblige, reaching up to grip her hips, pulling her down harder onto my cock each time she rises. Our bodies slap together wetly with each thrust, but I want… need… more control.
She arches her back, clutching at my chest, and I grab her hips. I don’t let her fall to my cock. She looks at me, surprised, and I quickly slide out from beneath her. I jump over behind her, grab her neck, and gently push her down to her knees.
She parts her legs for me, positions a pillow beneath her stomach, and grabs onto the bedpost.
"God, Zara," I moan, my control slipping as I take in the view of her perfect ass. I can’t help but give her a playful smack. Her entire body lurches forward.
"I know," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she rocks her hips, giving me a show.
I grab her waist and gently tap my cock at the gates of her pussy, feeling the warm wetness envelop me as I slowly push inside her. She lets out a soft moan and buries her face in the bed.
I hold her waist tightly, my hands splayed across her smooth skin. With each thrust, she whimpers, her body arching backward with every slam of my hips against hers. The bed creaks under our passion-fueled frenzy.
"Yes, Abram," she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me hard."
Inch by inch, I claim her, making her mine in the most primal way possible. I thrust deeper and faster into her, our bodies slapping together, my balls against the landing of her pussy. Her whimpers turn to cries as I pound into her, my heart racing in time with the thrusts of my hips.
I lean down to kiss her neck, nipping at the tender skin with my teeth. She gasps under my touch, her nails digging into the bedpost for support.
"I'm going to cum," she pants, her voice breathy and passionate.
"Cum for me, baby," I growl, my own cock pulsing with need.
I feel her body tense, her pussy clenching around my cock, and I know she's close. Her body shudders, and she lets out a guttural moan as she explodes around me. She moans my name, her voice a sweet serenade that sends me over the edge.
"Oh, Zara," I groan, my hips bucking uncontrollably as the world around me goes black. All I see is her, all I feel is her, and all I smell is her. And then, every vein, every muscle in my body tenses.
“Ughhh—” I groan out, and my cock throbs so painfully that it has no choice but to burst. Then, the sweetest sensation in the world overcomes me, the highest of all highs, and I feel her walls contract around me, milking me for every last drop. Her orgasm courses through her, and mine, through my veins.
Her walls tighten and release, tighten and release, and I stay in her, my cum dripping down her thighs, until she rides out the last of her wave. Gently, I pull out, and she falls on the bed, spent and breathless.
Though exhausted, I reach over for some tissue, helping to wipe her clean, before taking her in my arms.
As our breathing slows, I pull her closer, her head resting on my chest. "You're mine now," I whisper again, the possessiveness in my voice unmistakable.
She doesn't argue. Instead, she traces patterns on my chest, her touch soothing and calming. "Yours," she whispers back, and I know she means it.
We stay like that for a while, listening to each other's heartbeats, our breathing in sync.
"That was…" Zara trails off after a while, a smile playing on her lips.
"Incredible," I finish for her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She nods, then looks at me curiously. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," I reply, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
Zara hesitates, then asks, "Have you… been with many women?"
I chuckle softly. "Honestly? Yes. But they were all just flings. Nothing serious." I pause, meeting her gaze. "Until you."
Her eyes widen slightly. "Me?"
"From the moment I saw you, Zara, I was captivated. I’ve met many women, but you took me by surprise. There I was, thinking someone with your credentials would be older, probably a grandmother. When I saw how young you were, how accomplished, it threw out everything I believed to be true about people,” I tell her with all honesty.
She blushes, ducking her head under my arm. "I've never really dated much," she confesses. "After what happened in college with that guy I liked…and I was so nervous, thinking you must have had many serious relationships.”
“Never before you,” I kiss her forehead. “As for that guy, he’d never see a good thing, even if it’s staring him right at the face.”
Zara sighs. "I was betrayed when he was seeing another woman behind my back. Badly. It made me wary of getting close to anyone. But with you…" She looks up at me, vulnerability clear in her eyes. "With you, I feel safe."
The weight of her words settles over me, a warmth spreading through my chest. I pull Zara closer, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine. Her confession stirs something deep within me—a fierce protectiveness I've never experienced before.
"You are safe with me," I murmur, my lips brushing her forehead. "I'll never let anyone hurt you."
Zara snuggles into me, her breath warm against my neck. "I believe you," she whispers, her voice thick with exhaustion.
I feel my own eyelids growing heavy.
"Abram?" Zara's sleepy voice breaks through my near slumber.
"Hmm?" I mutter, lazily.
"Thank you for tonight. For everything."
I smile in the darkness, tightening my hold on her. "Sleep now, Sweetheart. We have all the time in the world."