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With a smile on my face, I pull back from her slickness and wipe the back of my hand across my face as I climb up her body to face her. Her eyes practically roll to the back of her head as if she’s had an out-of-body experience, and I can’t help the pride that flows through me. I did this to her, and I’ll do it to her again, any chance I get. I’ve never had a woman respond to me like that, and the competitive part of me is dying to know if this is something unique to Abby, or if I can make her do it again.
Taking a few moments, I stare at the beauty of Abby as she sucks in breaths of air. Watching her come apart is better than my own release. I get a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing I’ve had this effect on her. Eventually, her heavy breathing subsides, but her eyes never open.
“Hey, beautiful. Everything okay?”
“I… can die… a satisfied… woman,” she sighs. “I think…” another deep breath. “You… just killed me.” She’s quiet for a moment, as she takes in a deep breath. “But what a way to go.” She lets out another heavy sigh as her head flops to the side against a pillow. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here in my land of bliss, hoping I never return to reality.”
I brush back the hair from her face and kiss her cheek softly. “I have plenty more where that comes from. I may make it my new mission to see if I can top that each time we’re together.”
I can’t help but chuckle when I hear her murmur, “Holy shit. He’s going to break me.”
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Abby
Am I dead?
Nothing has ever felt so good.
I’m a puddle of goo as I drift down to reality. Drew Jacobs has just completely rocked my world and if I could move, I’d gladly return the favor.
Holy shit. I haveneverexperienced an orgasm so intense. Even my toes feel numb and tingly, and my arms… are they even attached to my body? Nothing’s ever felt so sublime in my entire existence.
When Drew makes his way back up the bed to face me, I can feel his presence, but my eyelids are glued together as I revel in my orgasmic high. When he asks if everything’s okay, I think I respond. But I’m so drunk on Drew, I’m not even sure if I string coherent words together.
I hear him chuckle at whatever my response was, feeling my body drift. I feel Drew shift me so I can rest against him, as if he’s the big spoon before everything fades to black.
When I come back to reality, I have no idea how much time has passed. The room is dark, and I can’t see the clock that’s on the other side of Drew.
His strong arms remain wrapped around me, and his deep, slow breaths tell me he’s sound asleep. I take a moment to enjoy the comforts of being in his arms.I never thought I’d like to cuddle in my sleep, but this is something I can get used to. His strong masculine scent is the perfect combination of body wash and all that is Drew.
I shift a little to get closer to him and freeze when I realize my mistake.
I have to pee.
And not just in a—let’s just roll over, get comfortable, and it will pass phase. It’s an—if I don’t get out of this bed this instant, I may have some serious issues scenario. Fuck. Is this seriously happening to me? I don’t want to leave this spot, but my body is fucking betraying me at this moment.
I attempt to extricate myself from Drew’s long arms, and he’s like a friggin’ octopus. He snakes a leg over mine to hold me in place as his arms cocoon me tighter. Yeah. There’s no way I can move without waking him.
But beggars can’t be choosers. When nature calls like this—you answer—or there’s hell to pay.
Damn. This is so embarrassing. I’ve had the most romantic experience of my existence, and I must stop this bliss because my body chooses this time to be over hydrated. Just. My. Luck.
I attempt to slide out from under his strong arms again by sliding away from him one inch at a time. This time, I nearly make it. All I must do is get his legs off mine, and I’m home free. I creep my body further from Drew’s warmth, and I manage to get one leg completely out. By the time I get myself free from him, I’m almost at the edge of the king-sized bed. I just need to put my feet on the floor and get myself upright.
Success!
In a ninja-like attempt, my foot hits the floor, and I creep to a standing position. And then the fucking rug literally slips out from under me, and I land with a loud thud on the floor.
“Fuck, that hurt,” I moan to myself.
Before I can process how to get up, the light flicks on, and Drew’s deep laugh fills the room. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
I don’t have time to explain. My unexpected fall has made this a dire emergency. Scrambling to my feet, I make a run for the bathroom across the cool wooden floors. “Gotta pee,” I pant as I work to regain control of my breathing.
So much for not waking him.
