Chapter Twenty-Four #2
She presses up on her toes then, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss that I savor.
She seems soft today, here, in this moment, and I’m happy to be the one to have made her that way, despite all her grumbling on the way here.
Her tongue touches my lower lip just before I part to let her in, and then her hands are cupping my cheeks, holding me close as she deepens the kiss.
There’s something about touching Abby that sets off a fire in me, and before I know it, I have her pinned with her back to the tree, my hips pressing into hers as my tongue sweeps through her mouth.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I groan, trying to untangle myself.
She pulls me back in, smirking. “Who says I can’t finish it?”
“What,” I sputter, blinking in surprise, “here?”
She shrugs one shoulder, looking mischievous. “You did say you would show me kinky.”
“You want that?” I curl my hand around her hip, squeezing it gently. “Want me to fuck you out here in the open?”
“I mean, I don’t normally put out on the first date, but…”
I bite my lip, my thumb sneaking under her sweater to stroke her hip bone. “Does that make me special?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny,” she answers coyly.
I sneak a glance around us to confirm that yes, we are definitely alone.
I consider the ramifications of giving her what she’s asking for.
Public indecency would definitely put a damper on my play time, but on the other hand…
Abby is here and willing and asking for it, and honestly, the food will keep for a little bit. How can I possibly deny her anything?
I lean in, nipping at her lower lip. “Turn around.”
“Make me,” she says with a sly grin.
“Like that, huh?”
I grip her hips a little more roughly, the way I’m learning she likes, spinning her against the tree and pressing my cock, which has started to harden, against her ass, thrusting lightly against her.
She makes a soft sound when I do it again, and I reach to thread my fingers in her hair, tilting her neck to give my mouth access as I press hot, wet kisses there.
“You sure about this?” I ask tentatively.
She nods as she braces her hands against the tree, pressing her ass back against me to force a groan from my throat as the heat of her slides along my now-throbbing cock.
It’s a little terrifying and a lot thrilling that we’re doing this; it’s definitely something I’ve never tried before her, and something I can’t see myself doing with anyone else.
Something about Abby makes me feel a burning need for her that only intensifies with every time that I get to touch her, and I think at this point, I would have her any way she chose to give herself to me.
Which is why I don’t hesitate to curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, inching them down over her ass to expose the rounded flesh to the cool air, even as my other hand wrestles with my zipper.
“We’ll have to be quick,” I tell her.
She nods frantically. “Condom?”
“Are you going to judge me if I tell you I have one in my pocket?”
“Maybe after,” she says. “Right now I’m all good, Boy Scout.”
I chuckle under my breath, hissing a little when I shove my underwear down and my cock thumps against her ass, unable to stop myself from rubbing against her, enjoying the friction as I work the condom out of my pocket.
I told myself I was just being overly optimistic when I put it there this morning, daydreaming about car sex on the way home.
I never could have imagined she’d ask for this.
Not that I’m complaining.
She arches her back when she hears the foil packet tearing from my teeth, turning her face so that I can see when she bites her lip in anticipation as I roll it down my length.
My heart is racing in my chest from the thrill of it all, knowing that this has to go quickly and yet still wanting to savor it, to savor her.
With that in mind I push inside her slowly, enjoying the way her tight heat envelops me snugly, a small moan escaping past my lips when she pushes back to take more of me of her own volition.
I grab her hips to hold her steady, even as her body takes everything, already so wet that it’s an easy glide, letting me know just how much this turns her on.
Abby Thompson is a bit of an exhibitionist. Who knew?
“Fuck, Abby,” I rasp. “You take me so well.”
Her lips part as a rough exhale escapes her, and she wriggles her hips, almost as if she still wants more of me. “Feels good.”
I want to tell her that she feels good, that she feels like fucking heaven with her hot, wet pussy wrapped around me so tightly—but when I draw out of her slowly just to roll my hips to dip back inside, my brain goes a little offline.
I can’t believe we’re doing this, that she wants this, and it’s enough to make me forget where we are, enough to make me forget that anyone could come along.
I mean, it’s a pretty secluded spot, but that doesn’t mean someone couldn’t find us.
Strangely, the idea of it only makes it more thrilling.
“Brace yourself,” I tell her, watching as she crosses her arms against the tree and leans into them. “There’s no fucking way I’m going to last. You feel too good.”