6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Jon
A bby downs the rest of her wine before reaching for my empty glass. “Well, I’d better get the kitchen cleaned up,” she announces, her tone deliberately casual.
“I’ll help,” I say, standing before she has a chance to argue.
She turns, eyebrows raised, a playful smirk on her lips. “You don’t have to. You’re a guest.”
“I insist,” I reply, already heading toward the sink.
“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?” she teases, depositing plates on the counter as I roll up my sleeves.
“Efficient,” I correct, grabbing a sponge. “Stubborn is a little harsh.”
Abigail chuckles, shaking her head. “Fine. But you wash and I dry.”
I grin faintly, picking up the first plate. “Fair.”
We fall into an easy rhythm—me washing, her drying and putting things away.
“So,” Abigail begins, glancing at me sideways. “Are you always this grumpy? ”
I glance at her, taken aback. “Grumpy? I’m not grumpy.”
Her lips twitch with a smile as she polishes a small bowl. “Sure, you’re a bundle of joy and positivity.”
“Hey, not everyone can be a little Miss Sunshine like you and your daughter. I’m very chilled,” I say, mock-seriousness in my tone. “Ask anyone.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she quips. “They’d all say, ‘Jon Peterson? That guy’s a hoot.’”
I narrow my eyes at her, reaching for the next plate. “You’ve got a real talent for sarcasm.”
“And you’ve got a talent for scowling,” she shoots back, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”
Without warning, Abigail dips her hand in the bowl in the sink and flicks water towards me. “That’s for calling me sarcastic,” she says, grinning wickedly.
I blink, water dripping from my chin. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
I take off my glasses because they are splattered with water and place them on the kitchen counter.
She shrugs, her grin widening. “What are you going to do about it?”
Before I can think twice, I copy her, aiming for her shoulder. She shrieks, laughing as she tries to dodge. “Jon!” she cries, swiping at the water with her dish towel.
“It’s fair game,” I say, laughing as she dips her hand in the sink again.
We’re both laughing now as we splash each other. Abigail’s cheeks flush, her laughter echoing in the small kitchen, and for a moment, I forget everything but this—this ridiculous, messy, joy-filled moment.
Then, suddenly, she slips, her hand brushing against mine as she tries to steady herself. My arm shoots out on instinct, sliding around her waist and steading her. The laughter fades as we freeze, our faces inches apart, breath mingling in the humid air.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and searching, and the world seems to narrow down to just us. I don’t move, don’t breathe, as if one wrong step could shatter whatever’s hanging in the balance.
“Abigail...” I murmur, barely above a whisper.
She doesn’t reply, her gaze flicking to my mouth, then back to my eyes. Slowly, tentatively, I reach for her waist with my other arm, my hand settling lightly against her curvy hip. She leans in, her breath catching, and her fingers brush against my arm.
Time slows as we close the distance, the kiss a gentle meeting of lips, warm and hesitant. It’s soft, exploratory, a question neither of us has asked aloud but both seem to answer in unison.
Her lips part slightly, and I feel a surge of desire rush through me as our tongues touch for the first time. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and passionate. My hand slides from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her closer to me.
I can feel the heat radiating off her body and it fuels the fire that is burning inside of me. My other hand comes up to cradle the back of her head as I lose myself in the taste and feel of her.
A low moan escapes from somewhere deep within me as she presses herself tightly against me. I can feel her full breasts pressing against my chest. My dick strains painfully against the zip of my jeans.
Without breaking the kiss, I guide Abigail towards the kitchen counter. She gasps softly as I lift her onto its surface. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as our bodies press together even harder.
My hands roam over every inch of her body that I can reach; tracing along the curves of her hips before moving up to cup each breast through the fabric of her shirt.
Abigail breaks away from our kiss with a gasp as my thumbs find their way under the hemline of her shirt and graze over the sensitive skin of her stomach. She looks at me with darkened eyes full of desire and need.
"Jon..." she breathes out my name like a prayer and it only spurs me on. I dip my head down to kiss her neck, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline before capturing her lips again in a searing kiss.
I need more. No longer content with just touching I pull away from our kiss and meet her gaze as I slowly start to lift the material up over her head so I can see her. Abby's eyes never leave mine as she raises her arms, allowing me to remove the barrier between us.
There she sits before me, her top half clad only in a lacy black bra that barely contains the fullness of her breasts, and my breath catches in my throat. She is absolutely stunning—every inch of her is perfection.
I take a moment to drink in the sight of Abigail's voluptuous body before stepping forward and claiming her mouth once again in a desperate, need-fuelled kiss. My hands find their way to the clasp of her bra and with fumbling fingers, I manage to free those glorious tits from their confines .
They spill out into my waiting hands and I groan at how heavy they feel—how perfect they are. I can't help but lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure just slightly.
A moan escapes from somewhere deep within Abigail's chest as she arches into my touch. Her nails dig into the flesh of my back through the thin fabric of my t-shirt and it only serves to further increase my desire.
I continue to lavish attention on each breast; teasing the nipples with both tongue and teeth while Abigail's hands roam freely over my chest. She tugs at the hemline of my shirt, silently asking for permission to remove it.
I break away from our kiss long enough for Abigail to lift the shirt over my head before claiming her mouth once again.
Desire courses through my veins, driving me on as I reach for her jeans. With trembling fingers, I manage to undo the button and pull down the zip. She lifts her hips, urging me to remove the denim barrier between us.
I waste no time in sliding off her knickers with her jeans, leaving her completely naked before me. My eyes rake over every inch of her—from her full breasts to the soft curve of her belly and finally to where she is slick and ready for me.
I kick off my own jeans and boxers before stepping forward and capturing Abigail's lips once again. Our bodies are flush against each other as I position myself at her entrance.
With one smooth thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her. We both gasp at the feeling of being joined so intimately, our bodies becoming one in this moment.