Vice(30)

"Uh...." He trailed off, pausing in the middle of pulling his belt free  from his pants. Sucking his lower lip between his teeth, he chewed on it  for a moment before saying, "What do I get if I'm right?"

"My ass." I laughed when he swallowed hard. "Now. Today."

"And if I'm wrong?"

"You'll have to wait for my ass." I smiled. "So which one is it? Am I naked under this dress or not?"

He stared for long, long minutes, the clock in the corner ticking off  the seconds in an almost ominous tone. Finally, he said, "You're not  wearing anything. I would have noticed by now. Hell, as often as I've  had my hands on you today, I would have felt it."

"Oh, honey." I sighed and shook my head, letting the dress drop to the floor. "I was really hoping you were right."

"So was I." He took a step forward, nearly tripping over the hem of his  pants in the process. "Jesus, Jeannie. I didn't think it was possible  you could look better with clothes on than off but fuck me if I'm not  wrong."

"I'm going to take that as the compliment you were aiming for and not an  insult." I stepped out of the dress, leaning back against the island  counter dominating his kitchen space. Crossing my legs at the ankles, I  said, "So I assume you like it?"

"It" was something I'd had my eye on for a while but I hadn't bought  because it wasn't the type of lingerie you wore to fuck men whose names  you couldn't be bothered to remember. Then again, I'd never been a huge  fan of lingerie in general, mostly because I operated under the  principal that it was ridiculous to dress up only to rip the clothes  off. Still, if he was going to react this way every time I wore  something even a little risqué from Victoria's Secret, I'd have to look  at buying more.         

     



 

"Uh, yes." He shoved his pants off, moving forward and caging me against  the counter. "Tell me you haven't had that all this time and you're  just not breaking it out."

"First, ‘all this time' has been less than a week, so don't act as if  I've been holding out on you." I laughed when he scooped me up and  deposited me on the counter, pushing my knees apart and stepping between  them. "Second, I bought this in Savannah. I figured you'd earned a  reward of sorts and thought you'd approve of this as one."

"To borrow your format but flip it around some, first-yeah, I definitely  approve." He stroked his hands up my thighs, pressing his thumbs in to  my hipbones, his fingers flirting with the lace and mesh edging of my  camisole. "And second, ‘all this time' might be less than a week for you  but it's been a helluva lot longer for me."

"Abraham." I leaned forward, framing his face with my hands and brushing my lips over his. "You shouldn't say things like that."

"I should but I get you're not ready to hear them and if I'm being  honest I'm probably not all that ready to say them, either." He eased  his hands under the camisole, his fingertips grazing the curve of my  breasts. "But damn if I don't feel some sort of way every time I'm with  you, Jeannie Jackson."

"You're such a sweet talker, Mr. Hansom." It was the coward's way, I  knew, to say the one thing which would have him shifting from unstable  ground to something a little more solid. Wrapping my legs around his  waist, I pulled him closer and said, "Take me to bed, Abraham."

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Jeannie Jackson." He banded  one arm around my torso and took a step back, supporting my ass with  his other hand as he lifted me off the counter. Turning toward the  sleeping area, he said, "The only reason I'm doing what you asked is  because you asked so nicely."

"And I didn't even say ‘please'." I pressed a light kiss to his temple,  directly over his eyebrow piercing, and another to his cheekbone. I  dropped a third and a fourth on the matching dimples on either side of  his mouth before finally taking his lips in a long, slow kiss which had  him tightening his grip on me even as something deep inside me trembled.  Drawing back, I murmured, "Please, Abraham. Take me to bed now."

"Jeannie." He sighed, lowering us to the mattress, pressing his long,  lean frame against mine. Planting his elbows on either side of my head,  he nuzzled the curve of my neck, making a deep sound in the back of his  throat which might have been satisfaction. "I couldn't tell you ‘no'  even if I wanted to."

Because I was starting to get the impression I couldn't tell him ‘no'  either, I didn't tease him. Instead, I helped him pull the camisole off,  tossing it to the floor before threading my fingers through his hair,  scratching his scalp lightly. "Would you say I was a good girl for the  last couple of hours?"

"I'd say you were an excellent girl." He dragged his teeth down my neck,  nipping at my shoulder. "I'm thinking you have a specific reward in  mind."

"I would really enjoy it if...." I trailed off as he slid down my torso,  taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking just hard enough to tie my  stomach in knots. "Sorry. Lost my train of thought."

"No worries." He treated my other nipple to the same attention before  continuing his downward journey, pausing to flick his tongue around my  belly button. "Pretty sure I know what you wanted to ask for."

He settled between my thighs, spreading them wide with his shoulders as  he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the smooth skin directly above  my clit. He slid two fingers over my cunt, spreading the wetness around  before using those same two fingers to open the folds gently. His mouth  was close enough that when he sighed, long and deep, the pressure of his  breath brought up goosebumps on my skin. "I ever tell you how pretty  your pussy is?"

"Uh, no." And for some reason the idea of him down there, having an  opinion one way or another on the attractiveness of my most private  parts was more than a little disconcerting. Raking my fingers through  his hair, I said, "Abraham, not to be rude, but there are better things  you could be doing with your mouth than complimenting me."

"I suppose you're right." He gave me one long lick before looking up at  me, his eyes darkening. "Might want to hold on to something."         

     



 

I snorted. "Why would I-."

I didn't even get a chance to finish the question. Between one breath  and the next, he drove three fingers inside my cunt, pressing them  against my G-spot with almost brutal force. At the same time, he took my  clit between his teeth, tapping his tongue piercing against the hard  little bundle of nerves.

I might have died. I'm almost certain I stopped breathing for a minute  so I wouldn't have been surprised to find out my heart had simply given  up on me, too. It seems ridiculous to call the explosion that ripped me  apart and tore me inside out something as mundane as an ‘orgasm' but if I  was being technical, that's what it was.

And yet... and yet.

Before I came down all the way, before my body had a chance to even  being to knit itself back together, he used those fingers and that  tongue to drive me up again, wrenching a sobbing gasp from me, and I  realized the first orgasm hadn't broken me nearly as much as I thought  it had. If it had, the second one wouldn't have been as devastating. It  wouldn't have caused tears to fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks and I  would have been able to breathe and I wouldn't have considered the  possibility that I needed this-needed him-for the rest of my life and  not having either of those things wasn't something I could accept. I was  far gone enough I didn't register him moving up my body until he was  covering my face with butterfly kisses, murmuring soothing, nonsense  words under his breath.

"Shh, Jeannie." He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened forehead,  kissing my temple. "Take a deep breath. It's all the buildup from the  edging. It's endorphins."

"I need-." I broke off, biting my tongue to hold back the words. Nobody  else in the world would have held me to what I said in the middle of the  kind of sex people fought wars over but Abraham would. And I was aware  enough to know I was dangerously close to saying the sort of things  which would complicate things even worse than they already were.  Swallowing hard, I whispered, "Please."

"I told you already-I can't tell you ‘no'." He reached down, grasping my  thighs and hooking them around his waist, canting my hips upward and  easing his cock inside me in a single slow push. Pressing his forehead  to mine, he whispered, "I wish I could, because I'm almost certain  you're gonna break my heart, but I can't. I just can't."

I didn't tell him there was a good chance he was going to break my heart, too.

But some part of me knew it was the truth.