Chapter 15
“Oh shit. Sorry,” Abbey blurts as I come up behind her, and she spins in the doorway, crashing into my chest.
“Careful, Angel.” I steady her.
“You two coming in?” JD pants, and my eyes lift from the top of Abbey’s head to find his fucking pale arse thrusting as he looks over his shoulder at us. “Close the fucking door, it’s freezing.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I sigh as Abbey shakes her head, but because she doesn’t say anything, I have no idea if she’s saying no to going in, or shaking it to clear the image of my best mate’s balls swaying with each thrust.
“We’ll be done soon if you want privacy,” JD grunts, slowing his thrusts, “but if you want to watch, I can draw this out.”
“Don’t you dare!” Jols yells from her bent over position, and I can’t help but fucking smirk.
“Oh, come on, Babydoll. I’ll make it feel good,” JD tells her, leaning over Jols and doing something that has her moaning.
“Look at them, Angel.” I breathe over the top of her hair, and my little submissive shakes her head even as she slowly turns to face them.
“This is weird,” she mutters, and I laugh as Jols’ hand appears from where JD’s body hides hers, her middle finger sticking up.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” she pants, her voice a little unsteady from the pounding she’s getting.
“You could always join in.” JD grins over his shoulder, wagging his brows. Not at me, but at my wife. “I’ll share Jols with you, Abbey.”
A possessive growl rips from my lips, and I don’t even try to fucking hide it.
“No one touches my wife but me!”
JD and Jols snicker, and Abbey turns to me, her big caramel eyes locking with mine.
“Can we wait outside for them to finish?”
I nod, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek. “Sure, Angel.”
I tug my wife out of the doorway, leaning in to scoop up my throw blanket off my bed, and close the door before leading her to the seat under the window on the porch.
I know she said she’s not really in the mood to do anything, but she did admit she’s wet, so the idea of just snuggling with her on my lap is turning into something more inside my head.
She was turned on back in the barn, despite the moment of trauma that has obviously resurfaced today. I want to remind her that when we come together, nothing else has to exist, but I need to be careful. She’s very on edge tonight, and the last thing I want to do is send her into a flashback.
But still… her flushed cheeks are obvious under the porch light, and making her come might actually help her relax.
Lowering to sit in the chair, I decide to push her a little and see how she reacts, so I point to her jeans.
“Take them off.”
Her brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Angel.”
For a long moment, she just stares at me before she speaks.
“I’m not in the mood.”
I shrug. “You’ll be comfier under this blanket with those tight jeans off.” I start to spread the blanket out over my lap. “Now, off with them and get under here.”
She chews on her lip like she sometimes does, and I know she’s weighing up all the scenarios.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I tell her, and she smirks.
“And if I say red instead of doing what you asked?”
“Then your pants stay on, and you can be uncomfortable as you cuddle me.”
A snicker escapes her, and she shakes her head as she starts undoing her jeans.
“You drive a hard bargain.” She glances over her shoulders, checking to see if anyone is around before toeing off her shoes and tugging down her jeans, stepping out of them and draping them over the back of my chair. “What about these?” She points to her panties, and I shrug.
“Leave them on.” I want to say I can work around them, but I keep it to myself, almost wanting her to think nothing untoward is going to happen.
I want her to want more. To feel the tension and anticipation. To let the wonder tease her. To have her craving me as much as I crave her.
Lifting up the large blanket, I welcome her onto my lap, and she quickly dives in, the cold night air making her move with a sense of urgency. She straddles my lap, weaving her arms around me, and I wrap the blanket around us, making a little cocoon.
“Shit, it’s cold.” She shivers as she snuggles into my chest, so I tug her closer, running my hands up and down her back until our body heat starts to make an oven under the blanket.
The grunts, moans and skin slapping coming from inside make us both snicker for a moment, keeping the mood light, and all I can think about is how fucking perfectly she moulds against my body. How I can feel the press of her mound against the hardening shaft of my cock.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of my wife.
“You know, I was thinking,” I start, and she scoffs on a giggle.
“Now I’m worried.”
I snort. “Maybe you should be, because I’ve decided I want to watch you fuck that glittery dildo you taunted me with last week.”
She straightens, pulling back quickly to look at me, her blonde brows high.
“I thought you said nothing fucks me but you.”
“I did,” I growl, leaning in to nip at her ear, and just like I’d hoped, she cranes her neck to the side, giving me better access. “But maybe if I’m the one sliding it inside you, then it still counts as me…” I grip her hips tightly, and grind up against her. “Fucking you.”
Abbey moans, and I nibble a path down her neck as I feel the grind of her hot little mound over the hard bulge of my shaft.
“You like the thought of that,” I point out, sliding my hand up to cup her full, heavy tit, and she drops her head back, panting.
“I like the thought of you doing just about anything to me,” she admits, and I can’t fucking help the growl that escapes.
With the way she’s grinding on me, I know she wants more, so I use my free hand to slide between us, finding the damp crotch of her panties, and hook them aside, giving me access to her slick, wet, cunt.
“How about if I slide the dildo inside you?” I breathe, running two thick fingers through her folds, and teasing the entrance of her cunt. “While I’m fucking you.”
And, fuck me, that visual has my cock straining like a balloon that’s about to burst.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, grinding down like she’s trying to get my fingers to sink inside her. “Do you mean your dick and the dildo… one in the front and one in the… you know. Back door?”
My smile is wide at her innocence. It’s something I love about her. I love how she trusts me, even when she’s not sure if she’s going to like something. She still trusts me to make sure she’s okay.
As I tease her soaked entrance, I release her tit and run my hand over the globe of her arse, finding the tempting valley that leads to another form of heaven.
“That’s one way of doing it,” I rasp, nipping at her ear as she moans, probably not even realising that she just shifted to spread her cheeks wider, so I slip my hand down the back of her panties and between her cheeks to find the puckered little hole in question.
“What I’m talking about though…” I continue as I press my middle finger to her back passage, teasing the entrance there too. “Is sliding the dildo in alongside my cock, deep in your pussy. Both my cock and the dildo stretching you impossibly wide.”
She moans loudly, a gush of heat rushing over my fingers from her cunt, so I slip a finger inside her there, and ease the other into her arse as she gasps.
“Maybe I’ll put a plug in the back here.” I curl my finger inside her tight arse before I continue. “Filling you up completely.”
“Cam,” she whimpers, completely at my mercy now.
“Would you like that, Angel? Be honest.”
“I… I don’t know,” she pants, easing back to look at me even as she rolls her hips, trying to take my finger in the front deeper. “I think so, but I don’t know.”
“Colour?” I ask, and she answers quickly.
“Green.”
“Good girl,” I praise, pressing my forehead to hers, and we lock eyes, staring at each other as I slowly fuck a finger in her cunt and arse. “When we try it, Angel. You will tell me when you are orange or red, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, grinding on me.
“And you trust me, knowing I’ll stop if and when you need me to. Right?”
“Yes.” She moans.
“Attagirl.”
“Cam,” Abbey whimpers. “I want your dick… inside me. Please.”
“Fuck, Angel. I do love the way you beg.”
Easing my fingers from inside her arse and cunt as quickly and as gently as I can, I reach between us, undoing my jeans and shuffling them down a little so I don’t get my cock caught in the fucking zipper.
When I finally free my stiff cock, I give it a squeezing pump, milking some precum up to the tip.
In her desperation, Abbey’s hand wraps around mine, hungrily guiding my cock to her entrance as she rises up.
“I want it in,” she groans, and I fucking grin from ear to ear.
My little Angel is starving.
In unison, we release my cock, and she lowers down over me, her wet slick heat wrapping around me as we both moan.
“Fuuuck, Abs. Sinking into you feels like home.”
She whimpers in response, nodding frantically as our eyes lock under the dim porch light.
“Yes, that’s exactly what having you inside me feels like.”
Fuck. I want to beat my chest like a fucking gorilla, eager to let the jungle know who my mate is.
As I slowly thrust up into her, she grinds down on me, rolling her hips as she goes, sexy little moans falling from her lips.
“Angel?” I groan. “You wanna come?
“Yes,” she pants, “but not yet. You feel so good. I don’t want it to end.”
“Then let’s ride it out together,” I growl, gripping her globes to spread her nice and wide, using them to control her thrusts, forcing her to roll and grind harder.
Laughter floats down the path, and I squint to see who the shadows are headed our way.
Abbey hasn’t noticed them yet, so I keep fucking her, nice and slow, knowing it’s not too obvious what we are doing.
Well… not yet anyway. Give us another few minutes and that might be a different story, but right now, it just looks like we are cuddling.