Summon Lyght(90)

"Put your finger in me," she commanded.

God, yes. He slipped his middle finger inside her and again she cried out with a gasp. He moaned on her, exploring her with an inquisitive touch. When he stroked over a firm area deep inside her, she called his name. Francis flicked his finger over it again, loving that response.

"Yes, yes, right there, baby."

Baby. Everything she did and said, made him crazier for her. He moved faster over that spot, amazed at her high pitched utterances. He pulled her clit into his mouth with a gentle rapid suction.

"Oh my God! Shit, fuck, don't stop, I'm coming!"

Coming. Francis suddenly loved the strange term. It meant something amazing, he knew. She gave one final shriek that lasted longer than any he'd heard before, and her body shuddered like a naked woman in December rains.

Francis sucked softly until the sound of her cries became sweet angelic whimpers. So perfect. Her satisfaction filled him with….such fulfillment and….pride.

Francis suddenly caught Abigail in his arms as she collapsed to the floor. He thought his manhood might actually burst in his pants as he sat against the wall and pulled her possessively to his chest. He held her tightly there, kissing her cheek and temple reverently while she caught her breath. He loved that she continued making those sounds of satisfaction. Loved that she made them in his arms.

An overwhelming emotion that stretched to the beginning and end of time whispered out of his mouth in his angelic tongue.

"Mmmm." She snuggled in his arms like she knew she belonged in them. "That sounded amazing. Tell me what you said."

He brushed his lips softly over her cheek. "You are the light of my light, the dark of my dark. My wife."

She drew her head back and looked at him. "Your wife?" She quirked her brows. "Taking it kind of far, don't you think, Romeo?"

Far? What did that mean?

She hopped out of his lap and got up. He stood and pulled her back in his arms. She looked up at him. "Don't get all weird on me. You ate my pussy. And very well, I might say. But we didn't get married."

What? "Why do you say that?"

She shoved to get out of his arms but he held her tight. She looked at him abruptly. "How about let me go?"

He released her and she stood before him with her hands on her waist, looking a little disturbed. "Are you seriously thinking we just got married?"

Why and what exactly was she not understanding. "Are you seriously thinking we didn't?"

Her mouth fell open in a perfect oval then snapped closed. "You're shitting me."

The lingo rang familiar. "No. I'm not. Are you shitting me?" He heard anger in his voice. Ah. He felt it too.

She laughed and covered her mouth, shaking her head at him. Then she crossed her arms and bit her lower lip. She was blushing. Was that a good thing or bad in that moment? "You are so weird."

He shrugged a little. "I can accept that."

"But we're not married."

"I can't accept that."

She laughed once. "Oh yes you can."

He was so fucking confused and he knew it showed. "How can you…do that with me and not want to be my wife?"

Laughter lit her eyes before it burst from her mouth. For some reason, it stung him.

"What's so fucking funny?"

She gasped and pointed at him. "You cuss? And here I thought you were an angel." She twirled her finger at him.

"Hardly."

"Well, you're certainly the first man to ever make me orgasm that way."

His ruby spiked and his jaw hardened at the idea of her doing what she just did with another male.

"Ohhh, are you jealous?" She smiled and he didn't like that she did, but more that she'd find pleasure in it.

"You find that entertaining?"

She laughed and nodded with bright eyes. "Yes, yes, I do. Very."

He looked down, no longer wanting to see her with that expression. He turned and got his clothes then sat on the bed, pondering the feelings that seemed to act abrasively on the inside of his chest.

She suddenly sat next to him and put her hand on his thigh. "Don't be mad at me."

"I'm not angry."

"Yes you are, don't lie."

"I don't lie." He slipped his shirt on and stood.

She came before him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against him. He closed his eyes at how amazing that felt. Then he remembered how she responded to what they did. He removed her arms from around him. "I have to go."

"You didn't pay me yet."

"Pay you what?"

She pointed to his groin. "You owe me a ride."

A ride? Right. "Sweetheart. If sucking your beautiful pussy doesn't do it for you, then me fucking it likely won't either."