Chapter 12
ELIAS
True to my word, I chased Abigail up the main staircase, smacking her ass as she scurried up the steps as fast as she could. I loved that ass. She had no idea how the flip of her hair or the licking of her lips sent my mind reeling with ideas of how to use her assets for my pleasure. My latest pastime was when she shook her hair and then patted down her body from her perky tits to her tiny round ass looking for her pen. I would have offered to do it for her, but I didn”t want to destroy the illusion that I was a gentleman. Ha! If she could only read my mind.
Abigail reached her bedroom door, planting herself inside the door frame with her hands pressing both sides with her delicate hands. Her eyes were wide, and her chest heaved from being chased, and my pants got even tighter.
”You know that if you enter this room, you”re coming back here. You know that, right?” She didn”t move, waiting for my answer.
Was I coming back here? There were many reasons to come back, although I have many more reasons to stay in Pennsylvania, for one, my business. Did she understand that we—I—couldn”t possibly drive back and forth every weekend? I had obligations, clients, and a mortgage, for starters. My friend needed my help on his farm. I wouldn”t say I liked change. I didn”t know this girl. Would I drop everything so that we could be together?
What if I could move a few things around so we could get to know one another better? Then maybe—maybe . . .
It was then that I decided to try. I hadn”t tried to be in a relationship for far too long. My raging erections are proof that I needed physical touch and, even more, emotional stimulation. Abigail was worth it. I”d try, and, hopefully, things would work out better this time.
I looked deeply into her eyes as I approached the doorframe. ”I”m coming back, Abigail.”
The trepidation painted on her face, waiting for my answer, melted away. She sighed, resting her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. I held her tightly, feeling her firm tits press against my ribs and her warm breath through my T-shirt. ”We”ll figure something out,” I whispered into her ear. I began tickling her sides, not letting her go when she shrieked.
”But for now, I”m going to leave you breathless in more than one way.” I scooped her in my arms, carried her to the king-sized bed, and threw her onto the duvet. She shrieked again, a naughty smile extending to her beautiful hazel eyes. ”Any last words before I change your life for the better?” I ripped off my shirt, making a point to flex my muscles.
”Fuck, Elias. You better make this good. I”m desperate for a real man,” she said, choking out her words. What she implied was very telling. Was she saying she hadn”t been with anyone who had pleasured her? Or that she hadn”t had sex before?
I rubbed my forehead. ”Please tell me you”ve had sex before?”
She laughed at my concern. ”Yes, Elias. I”ve had sex before. Just bad sex.” She played with the embroidery on the duvet, presumably shy about her past experiences being less than fulfilling.
I crawled up the bed high enough to hook my arms under her thighs and yank her to the side of the bed. My satisfaction with the ”whoop” sound she released was encouraging. ”Well, in that case, let me assure you that those times are over.”
I twisted off the button to her jeans and, without bothering with the zipper, pulled them urgently off her lithe body. Her hollowed stomach and the pink flush from her chest to her face excited me more than I could ever remember. I released myself from my low-slung jeans and boxer briefs in two pulls.
”Geezus Christ, Elias! I don”t know if I can take all that.” She pushed herself higher on the bed, creating too much space for my liking.
I pulled on myself, showing her just how big I could get. ”Relax, princess. I”ll fit. I”ll make sure of it.”
I let her stay pressed up to her pillows. My time would be best spent enjoying her little pussy once I got these little white panties off her. I pressed my face to her mound, inhaling her scent. Every sound she made convinced me she wanted this. She wanted me. I sucked her through her cotton hipsters, pressing my tongue as deep as the fabric would allow.
”Christ, you smell good,” I croaked like a water-deprived prisoner. I traced my finger along the creases between her thighs as I sucked her again, pulling back the fabric even more. I wanted her soaking. Willing and ready to take me. I knew I was a big man. I knew equally well what was needed to make taking me a pleasant experience. Some women couldn”t relax enough, making the whole situation awkward. That wouldn”t happen this time. I promised myself that, if the time came, I would make this first coupling a memory of blissful enjoyment.
”Eli. You”re killing me. You”re making me delirious with what you”re doing down there. Don”t stop.” She wasted no time pushing both hands into my hair, trapping my head between her wanton thighs. I wouldn”t disappoint her. Not a chance.
Slowly, I hooked my fingers in the fabric and slid her panties down her toned, creamy legs. Goose bumps broke out all over her body, and I smiled at her excitement. ”I like looking at you like this. You”re so beautiful, Abigail.” I dragged one finger down her middle from her neck to her belly button, pausing once to see her eyes roll back into her head when I traveled the short distance down to her pussy. ”I”m going to make you scream my name, sweetheart.”
I wasn”t bragging. I knew how to excite a woman and use my skills to make Abigail delirious with want. I dropped flat to my belly to gently pull apart her labia lips, exploring her bud pulsing before my eyes. My mouth watered like a starved man, flattening my tongue and slowly licking her from one end to the other, revealing her sweetness. Her arms flailed above her head, smacking the pillows as she screamed my name. I smiled wickedly, knowing I had only begun her torture. When my head was free, I completed a second pass and finished with a light, torturous swirl around her cherry. She hissed and sucked in a hard breath of air, letting me know she was enjoying the attention I lavished on her pussy. I wanted her wild and desperate, and she didn”t disappoint.
When I lifted my head enough to see her glazed eyes trying to watch me through the slits, I spoke quietly, reminding her to stay relaxed. I reached forward and slid my third finger into her mouth. ”Suck,” I demanded. And she stared at me in awe. Fuck! She sucked my finger to the back of her throat, making herself gag in return.
”Fuck, Abby. You are one surprise after another.” I let her suck a few seconds more before pulling them out and driving them into her hot, wet pussy.
”OH. MY. GOD! I”m going to come. Shit, Elias. Don”t stop!” Her back arched, and her hips bucked against my mouth unabashed. She may not have been able to verbalize what she wanted, but her body conveyed precisely what it needed.
Watching this young woman explode was transformative. She twisted and flailed and, when her summit was reached, she melted into the mattress a whole other person. Soft. Compliant. Relaxed. In the few days I”d known Abigail, I”d never seen quiet and relaxed, even when we slept last night. I could feel the gears in her head moving. Stillness released crinkles at the corners of her eyes and the tension in her jaw. Even her lips relaxed more, opening to an oo. I crawled up her lithe body, kissing my way to those perfect lips, to slip my tongue in her mouth, praising her performance in between breaths.
”You taste spectacular.” Kiss. ”You make me so fucking hard.” Kiss. ”I need to be inside you.” Kiss.
Her delirium prevented anything more than sighs and hmms. I was pleased with myself, knowing I knew the magic formula to disengage her brain. It was my new superpower. I felt needed and desired in a way I hadn”t ever experienced. Even my last girlfriend didn”t appreciate me like Abigail, and I dated her for two years. Was I that desperate to be accepted that I”d hold onto someone that long? My eyes were slowly opening, and the sprite before me was the culprit. I wanted more.
”Elias?” I felt a finger sliding across my forehead, tracing my worry lines. ”Where did you go?” she whispered.
It seemed I had a habit of vanishing in my head when my thoughts overtook me. ”I was thinking of how incredible you are.”
”Aww. Aren”t you sweet?” She lifted her head to my nose. ”I have an ever-growing fondness for you, too. Especially that wicked mouth. So naughty.”
I chuckled. ”I have other naughty parts if you”re ready to receive them.” Her pupils blew wide, and my grin turned devilish.
”Do you have protection?”
”I do.”
”Thank God! I can barely take care of myself, let alone a spontaneous love child. Wrap it up, man!” I laughed at her delivery. She was a funny one.
Her brain was back online, and her sassy mouth was back to one hundred percent. I didn”t waste a moment jumping off the bed and tripping across the room, looking for my wallet. ”God dammit, Abigail! Have you seen my wallet?”
”Bathroom,” she mumbled, rolling onto her stomach and pushing her long hair off her face.
”Right.” I bolted to the bathroom, jamming my shoulder into the doorframe. Shit! Sometimes being a giant was a pain in the ass. I found my wallet and almost cried when I slid out the crackly foil packet. How old was this thing?
I strolled back to the bedroom, steering clear of walls and doors, reading the expiration date on the foil. ”Uh, Abby. I”ve got some bad news.” I held up the packet with the anguish written all over my face.
She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. ”Oh no!” she gasped. ”Really? This is my life! Two steps forward and one step back. Dammit!” She smacked the covers with her free hand.
Feelings of letting her down blanketed me from head to toe. Again, I felt inadequate and embarrassed. ”I”m sorry, baby.”
I must have looked pathetic because she threw back the covers and sat on the end of the bed, speaking directly to my cock. ”You will not be denied.”