Chapter 10 Mark #2
“You’re thick,” she whispered against my chest, then her soft, delicate palm wrapped around my girth. “Long.” I almost went cross eyed from how good it felt. A deep guttural sound escaped, and she stilled. “It almost looks angry,” she whispered, brushing the pad of her thumb over the tip.
“Abby,” I rasped, covering her wrist with my hand.
“Did I do something wrong?” I grunted tersely, shaking my head.
“No,” I rasped. “Opposite, really,” I mumbled, and her eyes lit up. My girl was proud of herself.
Her hand started to shuttle up and down my length. All I could do was hold her face with both hands, bending so our foreheads touched as we shared the same breath.
“Jesus, little girl, you’re going to unman me,” I groaned.
“Really?” Abby’s eyes sparkled up at me with pride, preening under my words.
“Yes. But this isn’t how I want to come.” Her hand slowed. She shocked the hell out of me when she dropped to her knees. My throat constricted.
“Abby,” I croaked, but my naughty little virgin didn’t stop. She leaned forward, quelling a deep animal sound from somewhere deep inside of me when her tongue swirled around my tip. “Fuck,” I cursed, and my knees quivered, almost buckling.
“Look at you,” I muttered, bringing my thumb to her bottom lip, dragging it across slowly until it bounced back into place. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and you’re on your knees for me, looking at my cock like it’s a goddamn lollipop.”
“Mark.”
“Lick me,” I ordered gently.
Her hazel eyes dropped to my length, and I could see her trying to figure out how she would fit it in her mouth.
Fuck, I was so hard, throbbing in her hand.
Her breathing near me would send me over the edge.
Her hands moved, and I swear my dick wept as I watched her cup her tits before she reached behind her and undid her bra. All without being told.
Her breasts were magnificent. Round and softly tanned yet lighter than the rest of her. Large dark areolas and tightened nipples stood at attention as they jiggled. Seeing the tan lines of her body felt like a privilege. Not that I got to enjoy the sight for long.
Abby wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, and when her small fingers didn’t close around me, I fucking throbbed.
Her pretty, pink tongue stuck out and licked the pearl of fluid that settled on the tip.
A sound echoed in the room, one I didn’t recognize but realized was coming from me.
My hand moved to the top of her head, stroking her soft dark tresses.
“Just like that, baby,” I praised. Fuck, her mouth felt like my very own heaven.
“Mmm,” she moaned. The vibrations settled at the base of my balls. Then Abby opened her mouth, taking the crown in between her lips, and my ass clenched.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
It was heaven and hell. Her wet warmth enveloped me.
She might have been inexperienced, but she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm.
My toes curled, and a tingling sensation started to quiver at the base of my spine.
There was no way I would last any longer, and I’d be damned if I came in her mouth like some kind of one-pump chump before even making her come at least three times.
I pulled her head back by gently tugging her hair, loving the way those eyes that looked greener in that moment than brown gleamed up at me.
“Did I mess up?” she asked.
“No, not even close,” I gritted through my teeth.
I kicked off my shoes and pants. The entire time, my sexy Abby kneeled in front of me, staring up at me topless while still wearing that naughty skirt. One day soon, I would want her just like that again, while I jerked off and gave her a pretty, little pearl necklace.
One day, but not tonight.
Not when I would be taking all her firsts for myself.
Once I was naked, I bent and picked her up. “What are you—" Her hands wrapped around my neck as I held her like a groom would his bride. My gait lengthened as I made my way to my bedroom.
“You felt too damn good.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she playfully sassed. My cock felt like a flagpole in front of me.
“You’re trouble, little girl,” I growled.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me trouble before.” She was preening. It was obvious she had taken it like a compliment, like I’d meant it.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Somehow, I think it fits you, little girl.” I was ready to spend a lifetime finding out just what kind of trouble she was. The best kind would be my guess. My favorite kind of trouble.
“I like when you call me that,” she said softly.
I didn’t miss the way her bottom squirmed under my arms. My Abby was horny, and I was the man, the only one if I had anything to say about it, who would be taking care of that need. All her needs, if I was being honest.
“Good.” I winked and kicked open the door of my bedroom. Her eyes widened, and she giggled.
“You weren’t kidding about needing me in your life,” she teased.
I scanned my bedroom. It wasn’t a pigsty, but it wasn’t neat and orderly, either. My bed was unmade, and the shirt I’d tried on before settling on the one I’d worn was tossed over my dresser. Not to mention, my sneakers and gym crap I’d worn earlier were sitting on the floor next to the hamper.
But when I turned to look at Abby, almost as if she felt my eyes on her, her attention returned to me, and I couldn’t help the words as they tumbled past my lips.
“In more ways than one.” Her pretty lips parted. Her gaze turned hazy, and a hand rose and cupped my face. “Mark.” I slowly set her on the ground just at the edge of my bed. “Abby, I want you to know if you wanna slow down, that’s ok. We don’t—“ Her fingers settled lightly on my lips.
“I’m standing topless in front of you with a pair of panties so wet I’m surprised they haven’t melted off my body yet. What makes you think I’m not sure?”
“Fuck.” I pressed my forehead against hers.
“I might be a virgin,” she said, her voice steady and so damn calm it centered me. “But I know what I want. I’m not a little girl who doesn’t know who she is or what she wants, handsome.”
“Abby,” I groaned.
“I think… I know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m twenty-eight, and I think… This is going to sound crazy…”
“Tell me, little girl,” I urged, needing to hear her every fucking thought.
“I think I was waiting for you.” Fuck, she was killing me! My hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head, and we were immediately lost in a soul-searing kiss. I pulled away as her hands started to scrape against my chest, and my hands clenched the corduroy-covered globes of her ass.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I promise you I will do everything I can, every day of my life, whatever it takes to make you never regret this.”
“Every day of your life? That’s a long time,” she whispered. Her lips touched mine with every word.
“I want that, and if I could make it happen, beyond that.”
“Mark—“
“Let me make you feel good, Abby.”
“Yes. Please?” She nodded, and I swallowed.
I picked her up and loved the soft giggly sound she made; it fed my soul.
Abby wrapped her legs around me, and I groaned like an animal when I felt the dampness of her pussy drag against my stomach.
She wasn’t kidding with how wet she was.
Our lips locked, and her tongue slid against mine.
I covered her body as I laid her down in the middle of the bed.
“Fuck, little girl, you feel so good under me.” My body felt like a live electric wire thrumming with energy and a need that overpowered me for more.
Somehow, I stopped myself, held back because I needed to make this good for her.
If she was going to not only gift me her virginity but her heart, I was going to make it fucking incredible for her, addict her to the way I could make her body sing.
“Mark.” She squirmed. I moved my lips from hers, slowly exploring her chin and neck, inhaling at the soft pulse point at the edge of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her soft feminine scent filled my lungs, and I didn’t stop exploring her with my mouth.
I brushed my lips along her collarbone, then peppered kisses down the center of her chest before moving to her right breast and suckling at her hardened nipple while cupping the other with my free hand.
“Abby,” I gritted, my mouth watering for more.
I switched sides, laving attention to her other breasts, absorbing every sound she made and etching it to memory.
She whimpered and writhed with her leg hitched over me.
“Mark,” she sighed. Her hand played with my hair. I sucked harder, and her fingers tugged. “Oh god! That feels so good,” she moaned.
I let her nipple go with a pop. Our eyes connected as my mouth continued its way down her torso.
My tongue swirled around her belly button, nipping and licking at the soft swell of her belly before I got to the waistband of her panties.
I breathed in. The scent of her arousal, of her need for me, made a feral sound vibrate through me.
The heady smell enveloped me, marking me from the inside out.
She nodded, and I swallowed as my hands tugged the sides of her panties, pulling them down her thick, soft thighs until they were at her knees then at her ankles.
I took the fabric and brought the material up to my nose and watched her blush as I breathed in just how fucking wet and needy she was. For me.
“Mark,” she gasped. I dropped the sodden fabric onto the mattress before settling between her legs.
My fingers traced the lines of her pussy before letting the pad glide between her dewy folds. “Tell me I can eat this pretty pussy, little girl.”
“Please, Mark,” she whined.
“Tell your man you want my mouth, Abby, and I will make you see stars,” I vowed, needing her dirty little admission.
“Lick me. I want to feel—“ She wasn’t able to say another word because my tongue swiped at her essence, and her flavor burst to life on like ambrosia on my tongue. “Oh!” she squeaked and squirmed.
“Stay still, little girl,” I growled, pressing my hand on her lower belly and holding her to me as I got to work.