30. abbi #2
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight, scared he’ll stop.
My breasts crush against his chest, the hairs tickling my tightened nipples.
It’s incredible to have his skin against mine, and I relish the intimate contact.
He deepens the kiss, and I fall into it with him as he guides me back to the mattress.
My head comes to rest on the pillow and still Nix and I kiss.
I remember there were times when we’d do this for hours.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
He presses his body down on me deliciously, giving me most of his weight and grinds his pelvis into mine with a heady groan.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me, afraid he’ll stop what he’s doing if he thinks too much about how heavy he is.
He cups my head with his big hands and deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue against mine as we both make sounds of pleasure.
He softens the kiss, pulling away a little, both of us panting. “I love kissing you,” he grumbles against my lips as if it’s inconvenient.
I smile up at him. “Same.”
He leans down and rubs his nose against mine.
“How did I forget?” His voice is full of censure, and I can feel his disapproval rolling off him.
It fills the space between us and changes the mood to one I don’t like.
A darker mood that we don’t need here between us.
Not when we’re finally getting back on track.
I press up, closing the distance between us, and resume where we left off.
Nix quickly takes over, deepening the kiss, and the darkness dissipates.
I try to press my pelvis up, but he holds me firm with his, restricting any movement.
He really does want to take this slow. It may just kill me, but he always makes me feel amazing.
He kisses his way along my jaw to my ear, his hot breath coating my warm skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I feel his lips spread into a smile. “You like that,” he murmurs against me.
I grip the short strands of his hair. “You know I do.”
“Mmm, yeah, I do,” he responds, then playfully nips my earlobe.
He continues kissing me, pressing softly like a butterfly’s wings down the side of my neck, over my bruising, to my collarbone.
He nips the taught flesh, then licks away the sting.
He moves further down, kissing the plumpness of my breast before his mouth closes over my nipple.
He sucks hard, drawing the peak deep into his mouth as his fingers pinch and tweak my other nipple, sending sensations rippling all the way to my core.
My stomach muscles tighten with arousal, and my pussy pulses around nothing.
It’s difficult to stay still and I writhe beneath him, not that I can move all that much.
I tighten my grip on his hair, unsure if I want to hold him to me or pull him away and direct him elsewhere. Somewhere I desperately need to be filled. The ache is growing more insistent, and I can feel my clit throbbing against his hardness.
He swaps his attention to my other breast, and a moan passes over my lips.
The ache builds, and I swear if he keeps this up much longer, I’ll combust from this alone.
He grinds his cock against me, starting slowly at first, then building a maddening rhythm that keeps me balancing on the edge.
I drag my fingers from his hair and flatten my hands on his back, feeling the taught muscles shifting and moving with every roll of his hips.
The strength in his shoulders, in his body, is such a turn-on every time.
Our bodies have changed over the years, but my appreciation for Nix’s inherent masculinity and strength has only grown.
He abandons my breast and kisses his way down the middle of my abdomen, his fingers tracing sensual patterns along each side of my body until he reaches my panties.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he hooks his fingers into each side and drags them slowly down my legs, his eyes never leaving the apex of my thighs.
I shamelessly dig my heels into the mattress and let my knees fall, opening myself to his gaze.
His tongue slides along his bottom lip, and he’s just so sexy.
Wearing his desire for me so openly makes my body sing in triumph that I’m still the woman who turns him on.
Starting at my feet, his hand glides over the arch of my foot, his eyes following the action with rapt attention. He dips to kiss my ankle, while his hand continues its path up my calf. He follows with light kisses, making me squirm. “Nix,” I beg breathily.
He hums against the inside of my knee, and I shift my hips uselessly. I need him higher. At this point, I don’t care if it’s his mouth or his fingers. I just need something. Something to take this ache and make it more.
How can he tease me this way? It’s almost cruel.
He slides his roughened hand higher, and my breath stalls as his fingers trace the crease between my thigh and my hip. He’s so close now. “Your skin is so soft,” he breathes before leaning in and pressing open-mouthed kisses where his fingers were.
I moan in response, my need growing by the second. I try to push my hips up and to the side … to get his mouth where I need it most.
He shakes his head from side to side, a smile stretching his lips against my sensitive skin.
He burns a slow path across to my mound, scraping his beard against me, sending my synapses into a tailspin.
So close. A moan catches in my throat, and I push my head back into the pillow.
Finally, his tongue darts out to tease my clit with the lightest of touches, enough to make it pulse and my core clench.
He settles between my open legs, nudging my legs over his shoulders and getting more comfortable.
I know this position well. It’s one of Nix’s favorites. Mine, too.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to get lost in the headiness of Nix between my legs.
I dig my heels into his back and wedge my core against his mouth, encouraging him to suck my needy nub.
He complies, drawing me firmly into his mouth with perfect pressure.
My shoulders lift from the bed, and a needy cry falls from my lips.
He snakes his hand upward, pinching my nipple before hooking two fingers inside my mouth.
Tearing his lips from my pussy, his eyes blaze as I suck his fingers as if they’re his cock.
I lavish them with attention as he slowly massages my clit with the pad of his thumb, keeping me on the edge of insanity.
“Fuck, Abbi,” explodes over his lips with a gush of warm air that adds to everything he’s doing to me.
The heat of his breath adds to the heat in his steady gaze as he devours me.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” He finishes with a groan, and I watch him press his hips into the bed, his muscular ass drawing tight.
As slow as he wants to take this, he’s not only torturing me; he’s torturing himself.
It just makes me want to tease him more.
I stroke his fingers with my tongue and nip them lightly.
He dips his head back to my center and, holding my labia open with his fingers, swipes his tongue the full length of my center.
A shiver coasts up my spine, and my thighs tighten around his head.
He moans against me, and the vibration rocks my core.
I pulse around nothing, emptiness adding to the ache he’s building inside.
Frenetic energy pulses through my veins, and I’m consumed to chase the high.
My hips move without guidance, searching for the release my body’s seeking.
He pops his fingers from my mouth and in the next second, he pushes them into my opening, and I catch fire.
Flames lick up my body with every stroke of his fingers, my internal walls fluttering and tightening around his thick fingers.
His tongue swirls around my clit and his steely gaze locks onto mine.
With nothing to hold me to this earthly plane, I grip his hair. Blood rushes through my veins at a heady pace, and my breaths escape in shallow pants. Brittle moans burst across my lips as every muscle in my body coils tighter and tighter. “Oh god,” I moan.
Nix increases his speed and pounds his fingers in and out of me with more force as he bites my clit.
My legs tighten further around his head, my toes curl, my head pushes back into the pillow, and I break.
My blood crackles and I fall apart into a million pieces, floating into oblivion like an ember from a flame that he’s stoked to perfection.
Bliss makes my limbs heavy, and my body sinks into the mattress. My chest rises and falls with my panting breaths, my skin hot and damp from my exertion. A long sigh expels from my lungs, and I drape my forearm across my forehead, a smile drawing my lips upward.
Nix kisses his way up my body, his gaze devouring every inch of me, consuming me like a decadent treat he didn’t just demolish.
The blunt head of his dick taps at my entrance, and I widen my legs, encouraging him to slip inside.
Wrapping myself around him, I tighten my legs around his narrow hips and sling my arms around his broad shoulders.
His lips tease mine apart, and I taste myself on his tongue.
Me and Nix.
Nix and me.
It’s my favorite.
He buries himself to the hilt without missing a beat as we kiss.
My aftershocks flutter and squeeze around his thick shaft in waves.
Our tongues stroke and lick, but Nix doesn’t move his hips.
Not a single inch. He wedges his arms beneath my shoulders, holding me so close there isn’t a breath of air between us.
His heart hammers against me, and still, he doesn’t move.
Our kiss lingers, deepens, changes to something more lustful, and his hips remain locked in place.