gasp.
Should she bother telling him "no" when what she really wanted was to scream, Yes, yes, yes! Should she let Liz's idea of right and wrong guide her life? The brush of his cocktip against her slick entrance was the decision maker. She rocked upward with an eager sound.
He penetrated her slick folds in one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
She moaned, "Ah, God--yes!"
Ecstasy surged, causing Abby to lift toward him, cradle him with her thighs and clench tight around him as he set a forceful pace.
"Take me." She moaned the plea, wanting more, needing more, desperate for more.
Seth didn't disappoint.
He filled her and filled her, sliding his length nearly free, hilting himself with each forward thrust. She clutched his biceps, holding tightly as the muscles bunched. His skin heated. Pearls of sweat gleamed. His darkened gaze pinned her in place as he possessed her body, her mind, and her soul.
"Yes." She panted. "Yes."
The tempo of his breathing increased, grunts of exertion in time to the tempo of his hips. The musky spice of sex filled the air. The sound of her hunger-wet cunt cupping his plunging cock sang an accompaniment to the rush of blood in her ears. The slap of his body against hers came in counterpoint to the thunder booming above the house.
He stared down into her face, watching, absorbing, and demanding more of her with each penetration. Breath and lips, tongue and teeth teased and tempted her mind and body as his whispered directives and praise lifted her to another plane.
He told her how to please him, urged her to please him, and fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. Abby's hands swept his sweat-dampened shoulders and his broad back. She clenched around him.
He grunted and shuddered, his muscles tightening as he drove himself deeper, powering into her body like the onrushing storm battering at her windows, her doors, and her world. He watched as she sank into ecstasy, crying out from the force of her orgasm.
And his.
Chapter 4
There's nothing about your body that I don't like."
Seth's whispered words into her ear caused sudden tears to sting her eyes. She blinked hard and caressed his sweat-dappled back and shoulders. She brushed kisses along his jaw and snuggled into his embrace. A feeling of peace settled over her like a soft, warm blanket as bodies cooled, rushing blood soothed, and passion settled into a warm glow.
Her cell phone's ringer shattered the moment.
Seth looked up from his position of resting comfortably on her, then levered himself away. He found a seat on the couch, reaching for his shirt and jeans. He paused, noting she did nothing but lay frozen on the floor. Shrugging, he rose to his feet and paced across the carpet to the phone jingling on the hallway table, appearing oblivious to his nudity. "I'll get it."
It went to voicemail the instant he picked it up.
In the awkward silence, Abby found mobility again and grabbed for her clothing.
A sudden fit of modesty arrived, causing her to turn her back to Seth as she pulled on her clothing. She heard soft footsteps approach and looked over her shoulder, then up. Seth stood beside her, the phone in his hand and humor in his eyes.
"Liz. Your safe call, I assume?"
Omigod, he knew. She tried to play it off. "Safe call?"
Seth snorted. She cringed from the too-knowing, amused expression.
The phone resumed ringing, and he dropped into her lap. "It's for you."
Liz's number gleamed on the display like an evil eye, condemning her for her cowardice. No avoiding the situation, she told herself. She thumbed the button and managed what she thought was a marginally confident tone of voice. "Hello?"
"Abby? Are you okay?"
The absurdity of the question struck like a fist. She struggled against the sudden urge to laugh, remembering how safe she'd felt moments before, her body laid out before him like a pagan offering and moaning out, "Take me."
No playing on the first date? Could what they'd done possibly be called playing?
Should she bother telling him "no" when what she really wanted was to scream, Yes, yes, yes! Should she let Liz's idea of right and wrong guide her life? The brush of his cocktip against her slick entrance was the decision maker. She rocked upward with an eager sound.
He penetrated her slick folds in one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
She moaned, "Ah, God--yes!"
Ecstasy surged, causing Abby to lift toward him, cradle him with her thighs and clench tight around him as he set a forceful pace.
"Take me." She moaned the plea, wanting more, needing more, desperate for more.
Seth didn't disappoint.
He filled her and filled her, sliding his length nearly free, hilting himself with each forward thrust. She clutched his biceps, holding tightly as the muscles bunched. His skin heated. Pearls of sweat gleamed. His darkened gaze pinned her in place as he possessed her body, her mind, and her soul.
"Yes." She panted. "Yes."
The tempo of his breathing increased, grunts of exertion in time to the tempo of his hips. The musky spice of sex filled the air. The sound of her hunger-wet cunt cupping his plunging cock sang an accompaniment to the rush of blood in her ears. The slap of his body against hers came in counterpoint to the thunder booming above the house.
He stared down into her face, watching, absorbing, and demanding more of her with each penetration. Breath and lips, tongue and teeth teased and tempted her mind and body as his whispered directives and praise lifted her to another plane.
He told her how to please him, urged her to please him, and fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. Abby's hands swept his sweat-dampened shoulders and his broad back. She clenched around him.
He grunted and shuddered, his muscles tightening as he drove himself deeper, powering into her body like the onrushing storm battering at her windows, her doors, and her world. He watched as she sank into ecstasy, crying out from the force of her orgasm.
And his.
Chapter 4
There's nothing about your body that I don't like."
Seth's whispered words into her ear caused sudden tears to sting her eyes. She blinked hard and caressed his sweat-dappled back and shoulders. She brushed kisses along his jaw and snuggled into his embrace. A feeling of peace settled over her like a soft, warm blanket as bodies cooled, rushing blood soothed, and passion settled into a warm glow.
Her cell phone's ringer shattered the moment.
Seth looked up from his position of resting comfortably on her, then levered himself away. He found a seat on the couch, reaching for his shirt and jeans. He paused, noting she did nothing but lay frozen on the floor. Shrugging, he rose to his feet and paced across the carpet to the phone jingling on the hallway table, appearing oblivious to his nudity. "I'll get it."
It went to voicemail the instant he picked it up.
In the awkward silence, Abby found mobility again and grabbed for her clothing.
A sudden fit of modesty arrived, causing her to turn her back to Seth as she pulled on her clothing. She heard soft footsteps approach and looked over her shoulder, then up. Seth stood beside her, the phone in his hand and humor in his eyes.
"Liz. Your safe call, I assume?"
Omigod, he knew. She tried to play it off. "Safe call?"
Seth snorted. She cringed from the too-knowing, amused expression.
The phone resumed ringing, and he dropped into her lap. "It's for you."
Liz's number gleamed on the display like an evil eye, condemning her for her cowardice. No avoiding the situation, she told herself. She thumbed the button and managed what she thought was a marginally confident tone of voice. "Hello?"
"Abby? Are you okay?"
The absurdity of the question struck like a fist. She struggled against the sudden urge to laugh, remembering how safe she'd felt moments before, her body laid out before him like a pagan offering and moaning out, "Take me."
No playing on the first date? Could what they'd done possibly be called playing?
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