Chapter 17
ABIGAIL
Shock sizzled through my body as I looked at my man standing on my porch. Waves of relief and anticipation launched me onto his body, climbing up to embrace every inch of his being. He dropped two bags of groceries to wrap both arms tightly around my back, hushing me softly, ”It”s okay. I”m here now.”
His eyes sparkled as they looked into mine, mischievous and appreciative. I imprinted this expression into my brain to never forget it. It spoke volumes about how he felt about me. He wanted me, and I desperately wanted him. The way his hands massaged my middle back, sliding down to hold me by my ass cheeks, felt erotic and made me blush.
”Could we eat before you devour me with your eyes again?” I”m just saying—a girl has to have energy for sexual endeavors.
”Is that what I was doing?” His devilish smile and powerful hands said it all.
I pressed a soft, barely opened kiss to his full lips. ”Uh-huh,” and kissed him again, delving deeply into his smooth, pillowy lips. He squeezed my ass cheeks again as he slowly released me to the floor.
”Nothing is going to distract me tonight, Abigail. No mice, no nothing. Do you understand me?” I nodded compliantly. ”Good. Let”s eat quickly and get settled upstairs. I”m locking this place down now.”
Elias was true to his word. After a quick rundown of the week and enjoying a delicious flank steak stew I found on a cooking channel, he gave me a two-minute head start up the stairs. I dashed to my bedroom, brushed my teeth, removed the acid taste from the tomatoes in the stew, and washed off the day”s sweat with a washcloth. I wasn”t savvy with sexual preferences, but I knew B.O. wasn”t a turn-on for most.
He was shirtless as he stalked into the bedroom. Raw and full of swagger, he ran across the room, picked me up, and tossed me on the bed. He was severe, and I quivered with anticipation.
”Should I be afraid, Elias? You still look like you’re starving.” A nervous laugh erupted from my throat. I pushed farther up the bed, praying I wasn”t in over my head.
”I haven”t been able to look at or touch you all week. Of course, I”m hungry.” And, with that, he plucked the button at the top of his jeans and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. His cock bobbed and twitched, making my mouth salivate. It was huge, throbbing, and veiny.
”Any final words before we consummate this friendship?” He waggled his eyebrows and clutched his dick. My brain exploded with so many questions; sadly, I could not articulate any of them.
”Be gentle,” I said, whispering. His eyes shot up, concerned.
”But you said you”d had sex before,” he said, dropping his cock and blanching.
”I have, but, like I said, it was bad sex. You a-are such a big man, and I-I”m so small. And . . .” I hope I won”t have a panic attack. Wouldn”t that be my luck? He”d think I was a freak and too much trouble, and . . .
His hands extended to my face, presumably assessing if I was worth the trouble. ”Breathe, Abigail. You”ll be fine. I promise not to hurt you. Talk to me. Let me know what you”re feeling. If I”m doing anything that hurts you, then tell me. Please tell me if you”d like me to try a different way of doing anything I try. We’re learning each other’s likes and dislikes. It”s part of the coming-together process.”
He leaned in, searing my lips with his. I completely understood that kiss. It translated easily to, ”I still want you.” My heart soared at his tenacity to listen and encourage without annoyance. Elias never stopped impressing me.
Elias took my left hand and wrapped it around the root of his cock. ”Hold me like this, sweetheart. Tighten your grip as much as you like.” I did as he instructed. ”Yes. Again.” His eyes never left my face when he reached for my right hand. His instructions were explicit, and my clit throbbed, knowing I was pleasing him.
My hands stroked his massive, veiny staff. I found it fascinating both aesthetically and functionally. The velvety tip oozed liquid, and I leaned forward instinctively to taste it.
”Damn, Abigail. Yes! Keep doing that. Put the whole thing in your mouth.” The whole thing? Not possible.
I flicked my tongue along his slit, enjoying the sound he made when I popped off the top. I felt powerful. I managed to fit the crown of his red, pulsing cock into my mouth and moaned at how erotic this was. He gasped in appreciation. I was bringing him closer with every lick, pump, and flick. I flattened my tongue and took a long, wet pull from the underside of his shaft, exploring every sound I could get out of him.
”Fucking Christ, Abigail. You”re incredible. I-I”m almost there.” He had his hands on my shoulders, stabilizing me so I could use both my hands equally. I increased my efforts, and he panted my name as he exploded on my tongue, neck, and chest. ”Aabby! Fuckin”-A. I don”t think I”ve ever come that hard in my life.”
His chest heaved for several moments, regaining his composure. I looked him directly in the eyes as I pushed his come down my neck and onto my breasts. I felt so alive, dirty, and powerful. I did this to him. My hands. My mouth. He smiled from ear to ear, watching me play with his fluids on my tits like I was finger painting.
I looked up again as I licked my fingers. ”It”s sticky.”
He burst out laughing.
”Yes, it is. Do you like it?” My fingers were still in my mouth when he asked, so I nodded my agreement. ”Should we do that again?”
More nods. The guttural moan slipping from his throat was intoxicating and heady. That was my new favorite sound.
He propped me up on the pillows and kissed me deeply. ”You taste like me, and now I”m going to make you scream my name so loud your neighbors down the street will hear you.” True to his word, he drove me wild with pleasure concluding with a pinch to my clit and two fingers that reached so far into me I thought I could see his fingers moving inside me.
”I”m almost there. Elias, don”t stop.” He curved his fingers so that I bucked up and came hard onto his fingers. ”Eeeliaass! Yesss!”
Bursts of shiny sparkles lit up behind my eyes, and I thought I died. Being with him this way was an experience that brought tears to my eyes. I sniffled, and my chest convulsed at the enormity of my emotions. It felt like a dozen locks opened inside me, releasing dead, gritty stuff trapped around my soul. I was lighter physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Is it possible Elias felt this way, too?
”Abigail?” he said, touching my jaw and rubbing the tears from my face. ”Did I hurt you?” Elias was always so thoughtful.
I rubbed my eyes, grimacing at how stupid I felt. ”No. You didn”t hurt me, Elias. You exorcized me.”
We erupted into contagious laughter. The mood shifted as our connection deepened.
Elias tucked me into his side, rubbing circles on my arm. ”l shouldn”t be saying this so soon in our relationship, but you feel like home to me. Safe. Nonjudgmental. Appreciative.” The air went still. What else would he confess to me?
I used my free arm to rub circles over the divot in the center of his chest. The swell of his pecs increased in the hollow, and I could tell he was struggling with his emotions. I had so many myself that I couldn”t articulate well enough to share them. There was one, however, I knew deep down was true.
I rolled over onto his powerful chest and tapped his chin. ”I feel the same way, too.” His eyes crinkled, and his nostrils flared. The bulge between us grew again, and my eyes widened.
”Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
He flipped me to my back and attacked my mouth like it was his last meal. I could barely breathe as he twisted his tongue in and out while he kneaded my breasts ruthlessly. Elias had always been strong, though not unleashed like he was now. The sheer power of his hands was incredible, and he could tear me to pieces with those paws. He pushed me deeper into the pillows, nipping my neck as he went. Every suck was a brand leaving no doubt I was his.
He explored my body like Lewis and Clark explored our new country. He staked his claim on me, and I was his to own. His iron fingers wove their way across my hips and stomach and morphed into feathers when he reached my dripping pussy. I was ready for him, and I made sure he knew it.
”Now, Elias! I want you now.” I arched off the bed, bucking up when he inserted one, then two fingers into my depths.
”It”s not too late to stop, Abigail. I can wait.”
I sat up immediately. ”Shut the fuck up! Get your cock in me now before I duct tape you to this bed and ride your cock until it explodes.”
I”m not sure who the hell said that, but that bitch was spot on. I never knew I was that sexually deviant before. It bordered on kink, and I rather liked her. Given the way Elias responded, I believe he liked her, too.
”Yes, ma”am.” He pushed my knees wide and high. ”Keep them there. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly when I tell you. Got it?”
”Yes, sir.”
He moaned deeply at my reply and lined up his throbbing cock to my entrance. He nudged the head, watching my face carefully and looking for signs of distress. None here.
He inserted two fingers again, pulling out my fluids and rubbing them onto his cock. Low, sinful grunts erupted from his throat, communicating his bliss. He wasn”t alone in that feeling as he penetrated my pussy. His mouth went slack, and my eyes fluttered shut as I adjusted to his size.
”Exhale, Abigail. Slowly,” he demanded, and I did exactly as he instructed. The immense pressure of his intrusion stretched so completely that I feared I would never walk again. I panted over and over again, trying to relax and enjoy the sensations. He pushed harder into my tight pussy, and after several tortuous pumps, I took him down to his hilt. ”Fuck, Abby. You”re so tight. I could stay here forever.”
His confessions of pleasure caused me to clench around his shaft, eliciting a cry worthy of a warrior going to battle.
”I”m not going to last if you do that again.”
From the voice of my new alter-ego came a resounding, ”Fuck me harder!”
Elias was compliant, if not thorough. He drilled his hips into mine, grasping my hips so tightly that I whimpered. Sweat covered his brow as he plowed into me. I knew my pussy would never want another man”s dick ever again.
He shifted me into a new angle, and my head rocketed to another universe.
”Yes! Yes! There! Yes, there! I”m going to come. Ahh. ”Blood-curdling screams ripped from my throat. I clenched again, and he bellowed my name.
”Ab-by! Fuck, I”m coming, too. You”re killing me.” His hands left my hips and moved to my knees, changing the angle of my pelvis again.
”Dear God!” I screamed even louder than before. He hit a spot I never knew existed. My mind went blank, and I lost the ability to speak. The same stardust I experienced earlier returned with more tears of joy. I was the luckiest girl in the world to have a man who knew what he was doing. Never before had I experienced sex like this. I”d never been with a man like Elias, either.
He released my legs carefully, allowing me to stretch out completely. I brushed the dampness from his brow and tenderly kissed his swollen lips. I was falling for him, and it made me shiver. Imagining more experiences like this was a dream come true. I draped myself over his chest and fused our foreheads to read his mind and feel his feelings. Our hearts thumped together, filling me with hope that we would beat the odds and find a future together. Every moment we spent was valuable and meaningful in the short time we knew each other. I”ve read about star-crossed lovers or arranged marriages; those couplings were as far out as ours, and many of them worked out. Why couldn”t ours? My heart ached all week without him, and look what happened once we were back together. It was lightning on a summer”s night—bright, electric, and terrifying. It was everything I”d hoped love would be, especially for me.
”I can hear you thinking. Tell me.” He whispered into my hair, threading his fingers through the strands.
Feeling undeserving, I couldn”t look him in the eyes. I kept my cheek firmly attached to his lightly hairy chest. ”Are we meant to be together? And how will we know?”
I couldn”t say it more straightforward than that. I wish I knew about relationships, adulting, and, well, everything. I wasn”t naive. I learned relationships took a lot of work, but I didn”t have a good example to follow. My mother was dead, my father was nonexistent, and my aunt didn”t exactly exude warmth and inclusion. I was free falling and scared shitless.
He rolled me to my back again, straddling my hips. I was literally stripped bare with no defenses, left to feel exposed and vulnerable. Our eyes locked onto one another, and we interlocked our hands. Seeing how tiny my hands were against his was funny, yet somehow they fit. We pushed and pulled our arms forward and back, and he surprised me by jerking backward. I was thrown off guard, and being the sassy woman I am, I yanked his arms toward me.
”Just like this, princess. We”ll flow until we don”t, and then we will right ourselves when we are off-center. As long as we have trust and humor, we”ll find a way. I promise.”