Chapter 8
Abigail
The morning after our first date, I meet Dinah and Alona at CV Spoon for Sunday brunch. Barely sitting down, they pepper me with questions.
“Well, how did it go?”
“Did you two kiss again?”
“Was I right?”
“Stop staring at the menu, woman!”
Bursting into laughter at Alona’s desperation, I put down my menu. It’s not like I don’t always get the exact same thing here for brunch, anyway.
“It was amazing. He’s amazing.” I say, looking over at Alona’s pleading face, “Yes, Al, we kissed again. A lot. Happy?”
With perfect timing, the server at the next table pops a champagne cork.
* * *
I step out into the December night chill, but seeing Barrett in front of my door warms me from head to toe. He makes a silly bow and puts out his gloved hand.
“Madame, are you ready for your escort to the festival of trees?”
“Yes, you handsome goof,” I tease back.
Lights and food stands line most of the walk to Corvid Valley Park, which is about a half mile from my place.
Barrett told me about this local tradition, but it’s even more beautiful than I had pictured.
White lights twinkle down Main Street as we walk arm in arm.
Couples and families enjoy the festivities all around us.
I catch sight of Alona, Ford, Dinah, and Amos, but my friends only wave at me while shooting me knowing grins.
“Are you hungry?” Barrett says before we reach the park.
“There’s a taco stand right behind you, so yes, yes, I sure am hungry.” I joke.
He snorts at me, shaking his head, and says, “Damn, I love you.”
My breath catches. Staring up at him, I watch his face react to what he just said. He looks down at me, a slight look of horror coloring his expression. I step closer to him and slide my arms around his waist.
“Damn you love me?”
Barrett clears his throat and nods.
“Damn, I love you too, Bear.”
Surrounded by the delicious smells of tacos and the sounds of happy townsfolk, my boyfriend and I get lost in a kiss.
* * *
“That was seriously amazing. I’m blown away with how much work they must have put into all of that,” I say as we walk up to my office-slash-home.
“Tonight was the best one I’ve ever been to.”
Barrett pulls me close, wrapping my body in his warmth. I bury my face in his neck and smell his earthy scent.
“I guess this is goodnight,” he whispers into my wool beanie.
“It doesn’t have to be.” I breathe into his neck.
“You sure?” he asks.
“I’m amazed I have made it this long, to be honest.”
At this, he lifts my chin and kisses me.
There’s a deep hunger to his touch as he devours my mouth, leading me backwards against my front door.
I fumble for my keys in my coat pocket and finally unearth them, without stopping to take a breath.
He takes them from me and unlocks the door as we continue to explore each other’s mouths.
We stumble backward into the entrance, and I manage not to fall back by grabbing onto the stairwell railing.
Laughing, Barrett pulls me against him again. I nip at his lip, turn around, and bound up the stairs. He follows, giving my ass a nice smack.
Inside, I run to the bathroom because the two hot ciders I drank were doing me in.
I come out to find he’s started a fire, plus lit a few candles.
He stands before me, our eyes connected, and takes off his sweater.
The firelight dances along his chiseled arms and shoulders.
I tear off my coat and, in two bounds, am tasting his sweet mouth once more.
The fire feels amazing as he strips me of my clothing, but his tongue swirling my nipples feels even better.
Barrett then slides my jeans down and tears them off each leg.
He grabs a couple of throw pillows from my couch, tosses them to the floor and kneels before me so that his face is level with my waiting pussy.
This sexy as fuck man slides my satin thong down to my ankles and kisses his way back up my thighs. He nuzzles his face into my curls and a low groan comes out of his full lips.
“I knew you’d be so soft.”
Barrett’s finger finds my swollen, wet lips and teases my pussy as he slides his finger in and out of me.
His tongue finds my clit, which he sucks and flicks, slowly at first, but as my breathing quickens, his rhythm speeds up.
I feel a second finger fuck me as he treats my clitoris like a lollipop and his other hand reaches around, grabbing my ass cheek.
My orgasm builds inside of me until I cannot contain it any longer.
Gripping his graying brown curls into my fists, desperate moans escape my mouth as I come hard.
“Whoa.”
Stumbling back, I plop down onto the couch, dizzy from my orgasm. Barrett crawls over to me, laying his head on my lap.
“You OK, Abs?”
“Fuck yes I’m OK.”
I stroke his hair as I catch my breath. My nails travel down to the nape of his neck and I lightly drag them along his skin further down his upper back. I push into his skin a little harder and an appreciative growl escapes his mouth.
“Come with me,” I purr, standing up and taking his hand.
I walk him over to my bed, turn around, and bend over the side with my ass in the air.
“I liked that smack you gave me earlier,” I say in a gravelly voice.
“Me too.” Barrett answers while slapping my cheek hard. “Fuck, I like making you moan like that.”
“Keep making me moan, then.” I whisper back.
He takes both hands and slaps each cheek hard at the same time. The pain feels good and I press my round ass into him, feeling his arousal. Sensing him gripping his cock, I feel the head slowly enter me. Each inch sets my pussy on fire and I grip my bedding while moaning in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re tight. And so god damn wet.”
Balls deep, Barrett pounds me from behind, holding onto my thick hips for dear life.
I let every moan and shout barrel out of me, feeling another orgasm rise from the friction of my pussy rubbing against the bed.
He grabs my hair at the nape of the neck and fucks me while gripping it into a ponytail.
This sends me over the cliff as my body shudders while I come.
“God damn!” Barrett groans out as he peaks, collapsing onto my back, absolutely spent.
Sweaty lumps, we climb under the covers and he curls up behind me.
“Well, now we know we are excellent at that,” he quips.