Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Shelly
I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep, but I wake up after a particularly racy dream all hot and bothered. The question is, do I wake Abyss up and take what I want? Or do I wait until he wakes up on his own?
His voice, raspy with sleep, asks, “Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whisper to his chest since we’re wrapped up in each other.
“It wasn’t you, per se, it was the fact that you were moaning in your sleep while writhing against me,” he replies.
Now I’m grateful that my room is dark because I know my face is heating up, especially when I realize that my thigh is wrapped around his and he’s definitely wide awake if the hard heat I can feel against me is any indication.
“I was?” I ask, trying to sound innocent when I’m anything but right now.
He rolls so I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me, our foreheads touching and says, “Yeah, you were. But I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“What do you plan to do with it?” he asks, lightly grinding himself against my thigh.
I don’t think, I don’t answer, I just act, reaching up and cupping his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his. As our kiss deepens, I lose myself in the leftover sensations from my dream, as well as the feelings that Abyss’s hands on me are evoking.
“Is this okay?” I question when we finally pull back, both of us breathing hard.
“More than,” he replies before he starts kissing me again.
Maybe it’s the fact that my room is so dark, or because he saw me earlier in all my slippery glory, but the fear of having sex with him has disappeared.
When we break apart again, I pull my pajama top over my head, wanting skin to skin contact.
His chest hair, which isn’t overwhelming in the least thank goodness, brushes against my turgid nipples and I moan.
“Touch me, please,” I murmur. Long, delicious minutes pass as he continues to kiss me while his hands roam over my torso, cupping and plumping my breasts until they positively ache with want.
When he lowers his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, my back arches off the bed.
“Jesus,” I moan out, my hands roaming across his shoulders and down his sides.
Time seems to become suspended and before I know it, we’re both naked.
He continues touching me, sometimes firmly, sometimes feather light, and at this point, I honestly just want him inside of me.
However, my man has other ideas and the next thing I know, he’s between my splayed thighs, having kissed his way down my body, setting my soul on fire. “You’re killing me,” I say, my head moving back and forth on the pillow.
“But what a way to go,” he teases before he swipes his tongue between my folds.
“Worth the wait,” he murmurs before he starts building an orgasm in me that I’m pretty sure is going to stop my heart.
As he continues licking and sucking at my core, he inserts his index finger and begins to slowly pump it in and out.
When he adds a second and then a third, I realize that I’m a lot closer than I thought.
“Abyss,” I keen as I feel my pussy start to flutter. “I… I’m coming,” I yell as my release hits, sending me flying into the stratosphere. He doesn’t stop his ministrations; instead, he slows them down as I float back to reality.
With one last kiss on my clit, he moves up my body until he’s hovering above me. Reaching down, I grasp him, amazed at how silky hard he is, and a small smile crosses my face when I feel him shudder above me.
“You keep that up and this will be over for me before I plant myself in you,” he gruffly says.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” I ask as I guide him to my entrance.
There’s something to be said for age and experience, because he doesn’t immediately plunge inside of me. No, he enters me slowly, so slowly that it’s not until he’s completely buried inside of me that I realize just how full I am right now. “Fuck me,” I murmur, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“With pleasure,” he whispers against my lips.
But when he clasps my hands in his, lacing our fingers together, I realize this is so much more than just a physical connection.
It transcends anything I ever expected when it comes to the two of us, especially when he starts moving, swiveling his hips on the down thrust to hit my clit.
It finally dawns on me, when he doesn’t pick up his pace, that we’re making love, not just having sex or fucking, and it makes me love him that much more.
As that realization hits, I lose myself to the touches and kisses and before I know it, we’re climaxing together, our shared kiss swallowing the moans we’re both making.
Somehow, he manages to flip us without losing his position and I find myself sprawled across his chest, my hair all over the place and sticking to our sweaty skin. “Wow,” I whisper as I kiss his pec.
“Wow is right,” he replies, one hand running up and down my back while the other is cupping my ass. He then pulls the sheet up to cover us and says, “Get a cat nap in, sweetheart, we’re gonna be busy the rest of the night.”
I nod even as I start to fall asleep again, eager to ‘do it again’ as often as possible.
“Never have I ever had shower sex before,” I say as he dries me off.
“Stick with me and I suspect we’ll cross a lot of those off your list,” he teases. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I need some food because we’ve burned a lot of calories.” I remember what Issy and Livy said and start giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
“Okay, so when I was shopping with the girls, I said something about how I was going to gain a ton of weight if I kept eating the way I was and both of them said that y’all had plenty of exercise programs to keep that from happening. I think cardio was even mentioned.”
By now, I’m almost hysterically laughing at the expression on his face. “I see y’all gossip as much as the brothers,” he finally says.
“I mean, not about specifics, and I didn’t have any then to talk about, just generalities,” I reply as I slip one of his shirts on over my head. Since it’s just us, I don’t worry about panties because I’m hoping that we’ll christen another room or two before we come back upstairs.
“I’m glad we’re closed tomorrow,” I state as we cuddle on the couch. “Because I think you’ve worn me out.”
He squeezes me then leans in and whispers, “I wanted to say this the first time, but didn’t want you to think it was because I was caught up in the moment. Shelly, I love you, and I promise I’ll only ever wear you out in the most pleasurable of ways.”
“I worried it was too soon to say it,” I reply, “but I love you too. You made me believe in dreams again, Abyss.”
“We’ve both got beautiful dreams in our future, ShellBell, I promise,” he avows. “Now, what do you want to do for dinner?”
“I’ve got some steaks laid out, we can throw them on the grill and a couple of potatoes if you want?” I ask.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replies.
One of the things I like best being with Abyss is he doesn’t expect me to do things by myself.
While the meat is marinating, he helps me put together a salad, then gets everything for the grill together so I can set the table.
It doesn’t take long and we’re sitting outside on the deck furniture I insisted Uncle Mack get, eating.
“We make a good team,” I praise once we’re done and we start cleaning up.
“Yeah, we do, sweetheart.”
“I’m going to feel you every time I move today,” I mock grumble as we get ready for work.
“And that’s a problem because…?” he teases. “Since I think the last two times were you attacking me, I think you bear some responsibility.”
“Maybe so, but I’m not the one who’s packing what you’ve got,” I sass, giving him a pointed look.