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“Sounds like a plan.” Drew nods in agreement as he walks inside.
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Drew
After findingwe have the apartment to ourselves, Abby suggests watching the movie in the living room. While she attends to her laundry, I scroll through the options to watch. Not having time to watch anything current, I pick the first thing that looks interesting—the latest Avengers movie.
Abby’s eyes light up when she sees my selection. “Oooh… I haven’t seen this yet.” I stretch out my arm to suggest she sit next to me. My heart soars when she doesn’t hesitate. Pulling her close, my arm wraps around her with ease. Instinctually, I kiss the top of her head and let out a deep sigh as her body relaxes into mine. Normally, I’m not what you’d say a touchy-feely type, but with Abby, I can’t stop myself.The girl must have some sort of spell on me.
The smell of her shampoo’s intoxicating. I take in a deep breath and savor the scent as Abby snuggles closer and rests her head against my chest. Before the opening credits roll, my body zings to life, and I suddenly have the urge to do a hell of a lot more than just hold her. Since this is only our first date, I manage to contain my urges—just barely.
My concentration’s shit. About twenty minutes into the movie, I realize I don’t have a fucking clue as to what it’s about. But I can tell you Abby has natural highlights in her hair, there are six freckles on her arm, her breathing is slow and even, and she smiles when either of the Chrises make an appearance on screen. I’d almost be jealous, but when she glances in my direction, I see more heat directed at me than at them—so I let it slide.
When something funny happens on the screen, and I don’t laugh, Abby turns to me and catches me studying her. Her cheeks darken as she asks, “Are you not interested in the movie?”
“The movie’s fine,” I reply in a deeper tone than normal. I clear my throat as I brush a lock of hair from her face. My thumb lingers on the corner of her lip when it makes contact. Suddenly, I have the urge to taste her again.
“We can watch something else,” she suggests as her eyes carefully flit back and forth to watch mine.
Even though I have no idea what the plot is, I offer, “No. This is fine.” She could put on my favorite movie in the world, and I’d still rather watch her instead. Her lips purse, and I lean in to kiss the confusion off her face.
To my surprise, her hand instantly cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. She feels amazing. Her tongue darts out to meet mine, and I know I need more. But sitting like this, I can’t get close enough to kiss her the way she deserves. I guide her to change positions so that she’s straddling my lap. Somehow, we manage without breaking our all-consuming kiss. Knowing she wants this just as much, my dick strains against my jeans when she places her knees outside my thighs to get better leverage.
Damn. The woman can kiss.
I love how her heat radiates through the fabric of her clothes, and her body perfectly aligns with mine. When Abby lets out a quiet moan, my senses go into overdrive.
Now that she’s right where I want her, I allow my free hand to roam the hem of her shirt. The feel of her smooth skin, the taste of her soft lips, and the smell of her intoxicating body isn’t enough. I need more. I run my hand along her spine under her shirt. Her body hums with desire to match mine.
When I feel like I can no longer breathe because she’s completely consumed me, I force myself to break our kiss. Not wanting to break contact with her skin, I kiss along her jawline to her neck. When her breath hitches as I reach a sensitive spot, I know she’s just as turned on as me. Her hands run through my hair as her body shifts to find a release against my straining cock. She rubs herself along my ridge, as her fingers fist my hair.
“Angel,” I groan as I reach her earlobe, and her movements become more intentional. My hand cups her perfect breast, and I roll her nipple through the fabric of her silky bra. Her body bucks on my lap, letting me know I should continue.
“Oh… Drew…” she moans as I push the fabric aside and kiss my way down her bare skin. When I pull her darkened nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue, she writhes almost out of control.
Could she come, just like this?
The thought alone has my dick turning to steel, and my mind wanders with possibilities. She’s so responsive. With every nip, suck, and lick, her body comes more alive. Our bodies are so in tune with one another, I can’t believe this is our first experience together.
Abby’s hands roam down my chest and reach under the hem of my shirt. Her fingers feather their way across the muscles of my abdomen and instinctually, my abs tighten. Her light grazing sends shivers up my spine because—fuck—I’m ticklish. I let out a stifled groan, well, more like a cross between a laugh and a moan. Why, of all things, is my body betraying me at this moment? Hell, I’ve never been this ticklish before. As much as I enjoy her touching me, I can’t let this continue.
Not wanting to ruin the mood, I reach out and lace my fingers through the offending hand. Abby doesn’t seem to notice my intent because she only intensifies our kiss. Holy shit. I could get lost in this.
Abby’s other hand locks me in place as she once again maneuvers her body along the ridge of my cock. Whether it is intentional or not doesn’t matter. If she doesn’t stop soon, I’ll blow my entire load like a prepubescent teen—And that just can’t happen.
“Angel,” I practically pant as I shift her back just a fraction of an inch, in hopes of some relief. “You’re killing me.”
Abby raises a brow as a smirk forms. “In a good or bad way?”
The vixen.
I reposition her to let her form her own opinion.
“What do you think?” I reply, almost feral.
From the sly grin on her swollen lips, she rolls out, “I can’t say that’s a bad thing.”
