23. Hard Working Man
HARD WORKING MAN
T he minute the last dish was cleaned up, Abe threw the dish towel down and picked Daphne up to carry her to her room.
Not over the shoulder this time, but more like cradling a baby.
He would have expected her to not be as nervous, but he could tell she was.
Then she was embarrassed that she was nervous.
It took a lot of work on her, but he was up for it.
Because he’d never wanted something as much as he wanted this in his life.
“Is this going to be a thing with you?” she asked and put her arms around his neck.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Carrying me to bed.”
“Just trying to be gentlemanly,” he said.
“Tossing me over your shoulder like the last time rather than letting me walk to the bedroom?”
He smiled and looked down at the smirk on her face, his lips touching hers briefly. Her light brown hair grazing his arm. Her eyes simmering with arousal.
“Maybe I like picking you up so that you know I’m not weak. I was under the impression that you liked a hardworking man. One with muscles.”
He might have flexed his biceps some just now and knew she felt it.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she said, putting her lips to his. “But I like it. All of it.”
“Good,” he said, then dropped her on the bed so that she bounced and came up some.
She laughed, but he cut it off with his mouth on hers, crawling over her until he had her trapped in place.
Her arms went around his neck and they stayed like that making out as if it was Friday night under the lights and he was getting about all the action he could back then.
His hands slid under her shirt, then teased her nipples over her bra. They puckered up quickly. He loved how reactive she was to his touch.
She was lifting her hips against his, but he wasn’t going to move any faster than what he had planned.
He dipped a finger under the cotton material and flicked some at her hardened peak. She let out a squeal and he did it again.
“Stop squirming,” he said, as she wiggled around more than a puppy happy to see a new toy.
“I can’t,” she said. “Every time you touch me, it feels so good. I can’t help it.”
He leaned back, lifted her shirt, pulled it over her head, and then tossed it to the floor, her bra coming off next.
“Then I need to give you something to move around for,” he said.
He cupped her breasts, plumping them up. They weren’t big, but fit into his large hands perfectly.
His mouth landed on the rose-colored tip and he sucked as if it was the only nectar on this earth he ever wanted to have.
It wasn’t just her hips moving around, but her legs now too as if he were sheets she was trying to scissor her legs out of.
He moved to the other side, not wanting to be pushed off course.
When his teeth nipped her, the squeal that came out of her mouth was louder than any other sound she’d made before.
He leaned back wondering if he’d hurt her, but her eyes were shut and there was a sensual smile on her face.
While he nurtured her nipple, his fingers were flicking and pinching the other until Daphne all but tossed him off the bed before he could catch himself from hitting the floor.
“Geez,” he said. “You could have just told me to move.”
“You’re spending way too much time teasing me,” she said.
He squinted one eye at her and reached for her shorts. If she thought that was teasing, she had no idea what was coming next.
Maybe she thought she got her way when she was naked and his tongue came out to taste her.
Licked right between her lips, then pulled one in to suck.
Her hands were nudging him to move up further and he laughed and continued on the way he had planned.
He found her bud, pulled it in for a suck, then stopped before he could latch on.
He did it a few more times until she let out a growl of frustration.
Right on the edge was where he planned on keeping her.
Moving it around and trying new things until her leg came out to twist and almost caught him in the balls.
He jumped back fast.
“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t get you, did I?”
“Almost,” he said.
“You told me I should have said something before. I’m saying it now. Stop teasing me, Abe. I’m worked up and if you don’t take care of me, I’m going to do it myself.”
She was dead serious.
“Heard,” he said, moving closer to her, his mouth landing on her sensitive flesh, one finger inserted inside of her.
She was soaking wet and his finger was sliding in out and with ease, so he added another and got more pressure.
It was almost the minute he did that, she started to come.
She was emitting noises that didn’t sound human out of her mouth, her hands on his head and holding him in place.
Not that he had any plans to move.
Jesus, his dick was harder than it’d ever been before and he couldn’t wait to sink inside of her.
But he wanted her there again and wouldn’t let up.
Even when her pulsing subsided, he continued to work her up.
She wasn’t squirming as much, but she was letting out soft little moans every ten seconds.
Until they were more frequent and she was tugging on his hair to move up.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
Her eyes were closed, but she popped them open and nodded her head.
He stripped quickly, grabbed the condom that he’d had in his pocket, and then covered himself.
Daphne had inched up on the bed while he was doing that and he all but pounced on her, settled between her legs, and thrust in as if it was the only place he needed to be.
Which was the truth. It was the only place he wanted to be.
She was lifting and retreating with him, working herself up and grinding at the same time he was jerking back into her.
There was no way he was going to be able to hold off at this point and started to come. He’d make it up to her, but the way she was moving told him she was working herself up to get there too.
He just kept moving with her, even after he was done, knowing she was so close.
Then she came, her legs wrapping around his back and it reminded him of the night at the casino. Where she held him close and wouldn’t let him go until she was ready.
When she stopped moving, he did the same and had enough brain power to roll and flop on his back.
He was covered in sweat and would have to shower again.
His hand reached out and touched her chest, his fingers coming away wet. “Thank God you’re as sweaty as me. I was starting to feel a little inferior for a minute.”
She laughed and rolled on her side, her leg going over his hip. “I’m not sure what came over me just now. It’s like my body was possessed and there was no getting it back.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” he said. “As long as it makes us both happy.”
“It made me more than happy,” she said. “I never thought I was into sex that much.”
He ran his knuckles over his chest. “It could just be me.”
“Could be,” she said. “And now I need to clean up. Yes or no to the shower?”
He stood up and reached for her again, but she moved away. “I can walk,” she said. “And you can look at my butt while I do it.”
Damn if she didn’t just strut out of the room, his eyes landing on her bare ass cheeks beckoning him to follow like that new puppy that was wiggling for the toy earlier.
When he realized he’d follow her anywhere, he knew he was in trouble.