10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Jon
T he soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I wake to the familiar weight of Abigail curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, her hair fanning out like a dark halo. The quiet rise and fall of her breathing is soothing, almost hypnotic.
I don’t move, unwilling to disturb her. This has become our routine over the past week—these stolen moments in her bed before the world outside demands our attention. It’s a secret we’ve both kept, navigating around Layla’s morning routine with the precision of spies. Thank God the kid isn’t a morning person. If she ever woke up before Abby went to get her, I’d be caught sneaking down the hall like a thief in the night.
I let my fingers trace lazy patterns on the edge of the duvet, my gaze shifting to Abigail’s peaceful face. There’s something about her that’s disarming, a warmth that sneaks past every wall I’ve built over the years. She’s changed something in me, though I’m not entirely sure what .
Her lips twitch slightly in her sleep, as if she’s dreaming of something pleasant. I smile despite myself, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. It’s an intimate gesture; one I wouldn’t have imagined myself making even a few weeks ago. Yet here I am.
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Not much time left before I’ll have to slip out, back to my own room, to maintain the fragile balance we’ve established.
Her arm tightens around my waist, her body instinctively curling closer as if sensing my movement. It’s a small gesture, but it anchors me to the moment. I let out a quiet sigh and settle back against the pillows, letting myself enjoy these last few minutes of stillness.
As if she senses my thoughts, Abby stirs beside me. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks before she blinks awake, brown eyes meeting mine with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.
“Morning,” I reply, returning her smile.
We lie there for a moment in contented silence, basking in each other’s presence. Then Abby stretches like a cat and props herself up on one elbow to look down at me.
“What are you thinking?” she asks curiously.
I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear before answering. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.”
She blushes slightly and ducks her head. “You don’t have to say that,” she mumbles shyly. “I mean… it’s not like you have to.”
“I know,” I tell her softly. “But I want to.”
My fingers trail down the curve of her spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I continue speaking .
I can’t stop myself from pressing my lips against hers. The kiss deepens gradually, becoming more passionate but still tender and unhurried. Abby’s hand slips beneath the waistband of my boxers, whilst the fingers of her other hand trace patterns on the small of my back as she pulls me closer.
Arousal stirs within me at her touch, desire slowly smouldering into something hotter and more intense. I can feel myself hardening against her thigh, and I know that she must feel the evidence of my need.
But despite the rising heat between us, our kisses remain languid and leisurely—a slow burn rather than a raging inferno. It’s like we’re savouring each taste and touch, fully present in this intimate moment.
Then I sit up and slowly, deliberately, peel off my boxers, revealing my hard cock to her hungry gaze.
Abby watches me as I undress, her breath coming in shallow pants. When I’m finally as naked as she is, she stretches out beneath me on the mattress and gives me a sultry smile.
“Ready for some morning delight?” I chuckle as I lower myself down to cover her body with my own. Our skin meets and it’s like electricity—a shock of sensation that makes us both shiver.
I capture her lips with mine once again in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless. Then my mouth begins to trail a path of fire down the smooth column of her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin.
Her hands tangle in my hair as she moans softly, arching her body against mine in silent invitation. And I gladly accept the unspoken offer, moving lower to lavish the same attention on each rosy peak before continuing my journey south.
My lips map every inch of her body with slow precision—from the valley between her breasts to the soft curve of her waist and the dip of her navel. By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s trembling with anticipation.
I part her legs gently and settle into position between them, inhaling deeply to take in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Then I lean forward to press a gentle kiss against swollen flesh.
Abby gasps at the contact, hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure courses through her veins like liquid fire. But I hold her steady with one hand on her hip while using my other hand to stroke soothing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
I continue this maddeningly slow pace for what feels like an eternity, teasing her with soft kisses and gentle caresses. Her moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing second, mingling with the sound of my name on her lips.
“Jon… please…”
The plea in her voice is like a punch to the gut, causing my own need to surge forward with a vengeance. But I force myself to remain still, fighting against the overwhelming urge to taste her until she’s quivering and helpless beneath me.
Finally, when I can’t take it any longer, I yield to the demands of both body and heart. My tongue dips into her wet heat for the first time, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before flicking against it in rapid succession.
Abby cries out at the contact, hips bucking against my mouth as pleasure courses through her like a live wire. I hold on tight as she rides out the waves of ecstasy that threaten to overwhelm us both.
Her thighs clamp around my head like a vice as an orgasm rips through her body. I ease back slowly, letting go of one thigh at a time before collapsing beside her on the sheets—breathless and dizzy with need. Abby turns onto her side to face me, brown eyes filled with something unspoken and I am scared to hear what it is.