Chapter 3 #2
"Fuck, yes," she moans, desperate. "Your tongue on my pussy has to be like..."
Her babble stops when Abigail does exactly what she wants: a long lick from bottom to top first, gentle pressure but covering her entire slit.
Taylor lets out a deep moan and her whole body shudders, and then Abigail finds her clit and presses it, then sucks it and slides down again to lick her all over.
Taylor arches off the bed with pure pleasure, almost lifting clear of the mattress.
"Oh fuck, yes," she pants nonstop. "You've got a fucking amazing tongue—don't stop, please."
Abigail growls against her. Taylor doesn't know if she's telling her to shut up or if it's just a muffled moan against her sex, but the vibration of the sound puts her right on the edge.
Abigail seems to sense it somehow; she grips her hips tightly and intensifies the movement of her tongue, pressing harder against her clit while Taylor's hands tangle in her hair and hold her there, not caring if Abigail can barely breathe.
"I'm going to come," Taylor announces, as if it weren't obvious from the tremor in her body, "you're so sexy..."
Taylor comes against her mouth, spilling over her while she screams so loudly Abigail is sure they're hearing her throughout the building.
Her body goes taut as a bow and she shakes with little spasms as waves of pleasure ripple through her, and Abigail stays there, sealed to her sex, drinking down her orgasm until Taylor gently pushes her away when she's so sensitive she can't take her mouth on her anymore.
"Fuck," Taylor murmurs, still panting, tugging Abigail up to look her in the face.
Her lips are swollen and shiny, her chin wet, her cheeks flushed, but what grabs Taylor most is the woman's predatory gaze.
"Your turn," Taylor says.
"That's not necessary," Abigail replies, flaunting her self-control, but even she hears how rough and needy her voice sounds.
"I think it is," Taylor insists, gently urging her until Abigail is lying on her back. "I want a taste, too, I want to... fuck, baby," Taylor hisses after sliding her fingers over Abigail's entrance and finding her completely wet.
She swallows a moan, but Taylor sees her stomach tense.
"Don't call me baby," Abigail murmurs.
Taylor arches a brow and smiles before leaning over her. Her thick hair tumbles over Abigail's chest, tickling her, though she doesn't laugh.
"I have to call you something," Taylor whispers in her ear. "Either give me your name or I'll call you whatever I please."
She gives her a gentle bite on the neck, and Abigail grabs her hair to stop her and pull her away, but then Taylor intensifies it into a hickey, a strong one, the kind they both know will leave a clear mark for days.
The soft, pleased sounds Taylor makes as she sucks freeze Abigail; she closes her eyes and bites her lips hard, feeling herself get even wetter.
"Sorry, you're a fucking temptation," Taylor says, running a finger over the hickey.
"Don't do that again, and don't threaten me again," Abigail says, fixing her with those flecked eyes that disorient Taylor for a second. Then she just smiles and moves down her body.
Taylor kisses and licks everything she finds along the way, and she bites too, ignoring Abigail's orders, earning two more hickeys before Taylor's hot, furious tongue starts torturing her nipples. Abigail's back arches and she sighs, twisting the sheets in her hands.
"That's it, let yourself go a little," Taylor whispers.
Her hands explore Abigail's body with care, tracing every curve as she sucks her nipples, kisses her ribs, and licks her navel on her way to her pubic bone.
"You're absolutely drenched," she notes, satisfied, when she reaches her sex.
"Shut the fuck up already," Abigail demands, feeling like she'll come too soon if Taylor keeps talking.
Taylor smiles and decides not to torture her further.
Her tongue goes straight to Abigail's clit and her reaction is immediate.
Abigail moans, a low, guttural sound Taylor never would have imagined hearing from a woman this controlled.
She worships her, pressing wherever she feels the woman react or her breathing turn heavier.
"Do you like this?" Taylor asks, sliding two fingers into her very slowly, making sure she's okay.
Abigail doesn't answer, but the soft moan that slips from her mouth confirms it, as does the tilt of her pelvis seeking Taylor's hand.
"Come on, don't hold back," Taylor whispers in a soft, almost pleading tone. "Let me hear you, please," she says as her fingers move inside her.
Abigail's eyes open; she wants to tell her to shut up again, but hearing her turns her on, and that syrupy tone has triggered a pull in her core that has her on the brink.
Abigail sighs as the tingling starts to spread through her belly and she knows the orgasm is imminent.
She grabs the back of Taylor's head, twisting a lock of her hair as she pushes her to her sex to come in her mouth while she fucks her.
Her orgasm is silent but devastating. Abigail's body goes rigid and she swallows back several moans until she finally goes still, trying to catch her breath while Taylor crawls up her body to stretch out at her side.
"That was good," Taylor says, letting her crooked smile peek through as she watches the nameless woman.
Abigail looks at her with an unreadable expression. Taylor would love to decipher it, but it's impossible; the woman is a complete mystery.
"Yes," Abigail agrees evenly. "It wasn't bad."
They fall silent as Abigail's breathing evens out. Their arms are side by side and Taylor feels the warmth of that ivory skin and, for a moment, she wants to curl up against her—but the woman's rigid posture is a clear signal she shouldn't.
"So," Taylor says after a couple of minutes, "what brought you to Smithville?"
The question seems to clear Abigail's mind in an instant, making her sit up and get out of bed to look for her clothes.
"I'm not here to make friends, that's for sure," she answers without looking at her.
Taylor sits up too, but only watches her, fascinated by the woman's ease with controlling her emotions and setting boundaries.
"I didn't say I wanted to be your friend," Taylor replies with a mocking smile. "I'm just curious."
"Then don't be," Abigail insists, pulling on her panties and then sitting in the chair in front of the desk, wearing nothing else.
"Okay." Taylor lifts her hands, but takes a few seconds to look at her.
It's obvious the woman expects her to get dressed and go, but she can't be fully aware of the devastating effect of seeing her like this, sitting in that chair with one leg crossed over the other and her arm draped over the back, wearing only panties, marked by Taylor's mouth on her neck and chest, hair tousled and lips still swollen from the kisses.
"Someone should paint you, you know?" Taylor says, getting out of bed.
She starts looking for her clothes while Abigail watches her, ignoring the comment. Taylor dresses slowly, but it doesn't seem like she's doing it to tease; she's absorbed, as if her mind were somewhere else in that moment.
"What time is it?" she asks suddenly.
Abigail checks her wristwatch, the only jewelry she usually wears.
"Seven fifteen," she answers.
"Mmmm," she says, giving a couple of little hops to finish pulling up her pants.
She fastens them, pulls on her T-shirt, and slips on her sneakers before walking up to Abigail.
"I had a great time, but I have to go," she says, amused.
Abigail rolls her eyes. Technically, she'd already sent her packing, but she won't argue about it. She needs her to leave so she can shower, get ready, and ask Harold for a damn bar with live music tonight.
"Anyway," Taylor says, finger-combing that messy mane, "if you want a repeat before you leave, you know where to find me."
She opens the door and gives Abigail one last look.
She doesn't respond; she doesn't have time to think about more sex right now.
She's exhausted from the trip and the unexpected encounter with the waitress—Taylor, she reminds herself—even though she would have preferred not to know her name.
And she still has several hours to kill before nightfall and to sit in some dive bar where they probably won't know how to make any of the cocktails she likes.
All that while she listens to the small-town singer and decides whether she's as good as that drunk Jimmy says.