Page 35 of The Friend

“So good,” she gasped, arching towards him as he circled her clit with his thumb, soft, rhythmic movements that had her moaning his name until he could barely restrain himself.

He maintained the rhythm while slipping another finger inside her wet warmth, feeling her clench around him as she thrashed, arched, and stiffened in his arms before melting on a long, low moan.

She’d always been fantastic at making him feel good but nothing came close to this moment when the woman who meant the world to him smiled in appreciation, a shy, tender smile that made him feel ten feet tall.

“That was amazing,” she murmured, placing her palm against his heart, her touch hot against his skin as her hand slid lower. “And I want more.”

“Greedy.”

He didn’t stop her hand as it slid under the waistband of his jocks. He didn’t stop her hand when she fondled his cock. And he sure as hell didn’t stop her when she surged upwards, whipped off his jocks in record time, and focussed her gaze on his cock standing to attention.

“This is going to be great,” she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft, her expression wondrous as she stroked him.

He groaned, a low guttural sound ripped from the back of his throat as pleasure streaked through his body.

He wanted to take this slow.

He wanted to make this last.

But watching Abby touch him so intimately, so thoroughly, he couldn’t breathe let alone hang onto his fragile self control.

“Stop.” His hand shot out and gripped her wrist while he imprinted this unforgettable image on his brain: Abby, with her hair tumbling like dark silk around her shoulders, her eyes wide and glittering, her lips parted and swollen from his kisses, straddling him, holding him like she never wanted to let go.

He closed his eyes for a second, capturing the precious snapshot, storing it in his memory banks, wondering how he’d got so damn lucky.

“Okay, you’re call.” She shrugged and rolled off him, her mouth pursed in a faux moue as she faked a huff.

He nuzzled her neck until she laughed, the pure, joyous sound wrapping him in its warmth. “If you hadn’t stopped we mightn’t have got to the good stuff.”

“You mean there’s more?” She widened her eyes, her feigned innocence in stark contrast to the devilish smile playing about her lips.

“Yeah, a lot more.”

He kissed her, deeply, thoroughly, before reaching for his discarded shorts, taking care of protection and rolling back towards her, only to discover she’d parted her legs, giving him a shockingly intimate view of her, wet and wanting.

“Hell.”

“Or heaven, depending on your definition,” she said, closing the short distance between them as he reached for her, driven by blind need, filled with a burning desperation he’d never imagined.

His hands covered her everywhere, exploring every dip, every curve, and coming back for more. He couldn’t get enough of her bare skin, the silky smoothness a balm for his work-hardened hands.

“You’re so soft,” he said, caressing her butt, bringing her closer to his cock that nudged between her legs, and she sighed, hooking her leg over his and giving him access to all of her.

“And you’re so hard.” She squeezed her hand between them, guiding him to her slick entrance.

“You feel so good,” she said, sliding both hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders as he rolled over, and into her, in one movement.

“So do you, sweetheart. So do you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he withdrew slowly before plunging into her again, harder, deeper, and she clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into him, spurring him on.

With every thrust, he watched her beautiful face contort with ecstasy. With every plunge, he watched her mouth part and her tongue flicker out to moisten her lips, mimicking the incredible sex they were having.

Watching Abby in the throes of passion fuelled his libido and he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as she grippedhis shoulders, raised her legs, and wrapped around him, sending him spiralling out of control in a frenzied burst.

As he came she cried out his name and he collapsed on top of her in a daze, his lungs bereft of oxygen, his mind a complete blank.

Abby, his best friend, was beautiful.

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