Stripped(66)
“Okay. But we have to be careful.”
Abby smiled with anticipation as she pulled the shirt over her head and sank back into the satin sheets on Chris’ king-size bed. She was glad for the pitch black room, because the bruises that covered her body might have changed his mind.
The sound of his jeans falling to the floor incited her, and she reached for him hungrily. His exhale was ragged with excitement, and it spurred boldness in her. She quickly moved to her knees, taking him in her mouth as he stood beside the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, running a hand over her hair. “No, Abby … just lay down and let me touch you.”
“No,” she said, pausing to lick his shaft. “This is what I want. You taste so good.”
His breath came in shallow gasps as she worked her mouth up and down his length.
“Oh, God, Abby … that’s so good.”
She changed the rhythm, slowing as she could tell he was close to climax, and he groaned loudly each time. She built him right to the edge and then stopped, lying back on the bed.
“Inside me,” she said, spreading her legs eagerly.
“Abby …”
“I want you inside me, Chris, please. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
As she heard the bedside drawer opening and the rip of a foil package, she arched her back in anticipation. Sleeping with Chris every night was making her want him more than she ever had.
He hovered over her, sliding himself halfway in and pausing. She flexed her hips into him, taking the rest of him.
“Fuck,” he said, exhaling loudly. She pressed on his lower back, encouraging him. The fire of desire burning between her legs wouldn’t be quelled if he was timid. She whimpered with desire and he seemed to sense what she wanted, thrusting into her powerfully.
“God, Chris. So good,” she murmured, and he gave her more of the same – deep, hard and fast. She panted loudly as the orgasm built quickly. The intensity of it made her unaware of anything else.
Chris groaned loudly, and his sound of satisfaction pushed her into a deep, powerful orgasm that racked her entire body.
“I love you, Abby,” he said, his voice strained as he came. “God, I love you so much.”
“Mmm, I love you, too,” she said, breathless with satisfaction. He stretched out on his back, reaching his arm under her head.
“How often do you like to have sex?” she asked curiously.
“How often?”
“Yes. I mean, are you like, a once a week guy?”
He made an amused noise in the darkness and then sighed.
“I’ve never really done a normal relationship, except once in college. And she went to a different school so for the six months we were together we had sex about once a week. And after that, you know, it’s just been … Friday night dates with sex and then we wouldn’t see each other til the next Friday. Or not, maybe I’d see someone new the next Friday.”
“Oh.”
“But that has nothing to do with you, Abby. This is what I want now. I love having you with me all the time. You’d be overwhelmed if we had sex every time I wanted to.”
“How often would that be?” she asked, smiling.
“About three times a day. I could start every day this way, then have an afternoon session and still want you every night at bedtime.”
“Really? It’s been so long … I thought you didn’t want me.”
“I want you constantly. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you constantly, too. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m so lucky I found you, Abby. You’re my dream girl.”
“Well, I’m sure there are a few things you’d change if you could.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“You’d make my former side job cosmetics sales or waitressing -- anything other than stripping.”
“No, I wouldn’t even change that. It’s all part of what got us here. It’s how I know you’re selfless enough to do anything for Justin, Audrey and Sara. It made me see than I’m capable of being so in love with someone that I’d change for them, open up to things I never thought I would.”
“Me, too, Chris.”
Sara was chattering happily about what was going on at school, and Abby longed to see her smiling face. Being away from her sisters was the only hard part about convalescing at Chris’ apartment.
“Marla and Jack are coming to see my chorus concert tomorrow night,” Sara said. “I have to wear a white shirt to it, so Marla got me one. Are you coming, Abby?”
“No, sweetie, I’m sorry. But tell Marla to take lots of pictures for me, okay?”
“I will. Where are you guys?”