See Me .(32)

“Good girl.”

She didn’t want to close her eyes, but was afraid he’d think she was a freak if he saw her watching them kiss. Her lids drifted closed. The first touch was feather soft. It was a mere distraction for the constant stroking going on against her pussy lips. He’d managed to slide his cock between her thighs, coaxing the small bundle of nerves to peek out from its hood. With every thrust, her clit got a rub. Her hips tentatively rose, seeking the sensation. He was giving her exactly what she needed.

She felt swallowed whole. Warm, strong flesh pressing against her much softer form. He would protect her. He would be her knight. He would take all the demons away. She fingered the tips of his short hair.

His firm lips danced with hers, leading the mating of their tongues. Abigail had always liked to kiss. She liked the kiss she got standing at the altar all those years ago. She liked them the first two years of her marriage—before he hit her. Not now, don’t think about that now.

“Open your eyes, Abigail.”

She did, and boy, was she glad. His eyes were sparkling with his smiling, kissing lips. It wasn’t smug. The tilt of his parting lips was sweet, knowing. He was passionate and full of joy. “I-I see you, Sean.”

She had given him what he needed. He drove his tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth, plunging, taking. She swung her arms around his neck to pull him down farther, not caring if his big body suffocated her. She hadn’t really lived until this moment. Until Sean.

He nestled his tight waist between her spread thighs. She widened her legs farther to give him better access. His mouth never left hers as he prodded again. They both smiled and laughed. “I really wanted to do more than this, but I don’t think I can wait. Can we take our time and go slow next time? I want to feel you, Abigail. I love the way you feel under me.”

He’d said there was going to be a next time. Oh goodness, she wasn’t prepared to survive this one. She tilted her hips up, and he slid home.

He lifted his head to catch his breath. His arms wrapped under her shoulders to cradle the back of her head in his palms. “Shit, oh God, Abigail. You feel so good, so warm.”

“Y-You too. You feel even bigger than you look.”

“Oh God, Abigail!” He pulled his hips back, slipping his cock free from her body.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you really sure this is what you want?” Those puppy-dog eyes were pleading as much as the hard cock resting between her thighs.

“Uh-huh. Sean, I want you. Please, I need you.”

He laid his weight back on her and crushed his lips against her mouth. She felt the wet tip of his cock seek her opening and slide in. He was big, but the fullness made her feel whole, safe. He was possessing her, making her his. She so wanted to be his.

He fucked her pussy and her mouth in unison. She’d never been kissed so deeply or passionately in all her life. Fear welled up inside her chest. Would she be able to go back to the other, the lonely afternoons and even lonelier nights?

“You all right?” His warm lips slid across her cheek to her ear. “Tell me this is all right.”

She stroked the ridges of muscle along his spine. He was so solid, nothing could hurt him. “Yes, it feels so good. I’m close. Put your hand on me, make me come.”

He maneuvered his hand between their wrestling bodies and flicked his finger over her clit. She was soaked. The slick tickle made her hips buck. The tip of his cock hit her cervix, making her jolt.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

She smiled. “You’re just kind of long. Maybe not so deep yet?”

A sweet blush painted his cheeks. “Okay.”

He tilted his hips back a bit to make their mating more comfortable for her. The angle was perfect, and she locked her hips. “Sean…Sean…”

“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come on my dick.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and let the pleasure tip her over the edge. The explosion rocked through her body as Sean carefully pounded into her, forcing the powerful orgasm to go on forever.

“Fuck, Abigail!” Sean pulled his cock free as her pussy continued to spasm. “You do it.”

She reached down and stroked the long shaft. It was slick and wet from her juices. The hot liquid spilled out of the tiny slit to cover her smooth mound. A few spurts even reached all the way up to the cleavage peeking out from her tank top.

“Damn, girl. Your body was built for fucking.”

The crude comment somehow made her feel more like a woman than if he’d recited some purple prose from a Shakespearean sonnet. “Oh yeah?”

He pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. “Definitely.”