"Full." I had to swallow to get enough spit before I could continue. "I never appreciated how big your hands are until now."
"On the plus side, there won't be too much of an adjustment between three fingers and my cock." He eased his other hand under me, both of us sucking in quick breaths when he brushed his fingers over the wet folds of my cunt before separating them, touching a single finger to my clit. "Jesus, Jeannie."
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to come and that's going to be it." I shifted my weight to one hand, using the other to grab his wrist and yank his hand away, nearly toppling us in the process. "I'm serious, Abraham. I can't take any more sensation right now."
"Fuck." He straightened, pulling his fingers free at the same time. There was a wet, sluicing sound as he slathered lube over his cock and then a brief flash of cold as he applied more to my ass before he gripped my hip with one hand. "Slow and steady?"
"Slow and steady." And even though I was ready, even though I wanted it, I still found myself biting down on the pillow as he started working the head of his cock inside. I pushed back, my entire body shaking as I strained to relax, to open up, the pain sharper this time, brighter, although still not unbearable. When the head slipped inside, we both let out shuddering breaths and I whispered, "Christ, you're big."
"Not to state the obvious but you're tight." He eased forward another half inch, hissing out a breath. "I'm not ashamed to say I'm not going to last very long."
"After all that buildup, you better last long enough." I wiggled back a half inch at the same time he pushed forward, my head swimming for a moment from the combination. "You're not even halfway in, are you?"
"No." He let out a hoarse laugh. "Has to be the only time in my life I've wished my cock was smaller."
"You and me both." I took a deep breath. "Just... all in one go. Don't stop."
"Are you sure?"
"It doesn't hurt now." Or not really, anyway. The worst part had been the first few inches but, thankfully, the shaft was slightly narrower than the head. And once again, that little barbell was doing wonders on the innermost parts of my anatomy. "And if you're really that close to coming, I'd rather have all of your cock inside me when you do."
"For fuck's sake, Jeannie." Taking me at my word, he pushed forward, not stopping until his hips were pressed against my ass. Draping himself over me, he brushed a kiss over my sweat dampened shoulder and whispered, "You say things like that and it takes all of willpower to not fuck you until we're both senseless."
"Abraham." I spread my knees wider, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning at the sudden flash of pleasure caused by the change in position. "I need you to touch me."
"How? Like this?" He rubbed the palm of his hand over my practically dripping folds, chuckling when I whimpered. "Or like this?" He pressed the pad of his thumb to my aching clit, nipping at my earlobe when I started to squirm. "Or maybe like this?"
He eased two fingers in my cunt, pressing firmly on my G-spot.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my entire body going taut before I simply went limp, practically melting in to the mattress. I was still struggling to remember how to breathe when he started moving, more of a roll of his hips than a thrust, his fingers still deep inside me. Between the two sensations, it took less than a minute to push me over the edge again, although this time I took Abraham with me. He collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering in time with mine, his skin hot and slick with sweat.
After a few minutes, I cleared my throat and whispered, "Abraham?"
"Yeah?" He sounded as lazy and drugged as I felt. "Jeannie?"
"I need to get up and take a shower."
"Yeah, me too."
Neither one of us moved.
After another five minutes or so, I managed a weak chuckle. "Seriously, Abraham. We need to get up."
"I'm not sure my legs work."
It took some maneuvering but I managed to jam my heel in to his shin, chuckling again when he yelped. "They work."
"Was that really fucking necessary?" He shifted off me, both of us hissing when his cock slipped free. Pulling me to my knees and turning me to face him, he brushed my hair back from my forehead and said, "How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted." That was one of the problems about having sex with Abraham. I always felt as if I'd run a trio of marathons, one right after the other.
The other problem was the struggle to not blurt out words brought on by endorphins-words he'd hold me to when I wasn't entirely certain I was ready to give up that much control to anybody.
"I'll hold you up in the shower if you do the same for me." He kissed the tip of my nose. "No hanky-panky, I promise."
I snorted. "I'll believe that when I see it."
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
I killed the engine, flexing my fingers on the steering wheel a few times before turning around to look at Tammy. "You ready?"
"Of course." She didn't snort but she did roll her eyes, glancing over at Kitty. "Did you remember to bring the note from the doctor about letting you leave to use the restroom whenever it's necessary?"
"Oh, yes." The day of literal rest had done Kitty a world of good, putting color back in her cheeks and chasing away the shadows under her eyes. She was bright and chipper and entirely too happy for someone who was not only headed to school but also eight months pregnant. She patted the messenger bag I'd given her to use in lieu of a backpack and said, "I've got it right here, along with my vitamins and some granola bars and orange juice, in case my blood sugar gets low."
"Seriously, Kitty, if you start feeling faint or sick or just not well, you eat something. If one of the teachers has a problem, they can contact me." Kitty's visit to the doctor the previous Thursday had turned out to be her first-apparently her parents didn't believe in prenatal care anymore than they believed in being decent human beings. The only reason the doctor hadn't flipped out about the lack of medical attention was Kitty mentioning she'd been taking all-in-one vitamins and drinking extra milk and eating lots of green vegetables and red meat. He'd put her through a battery of tests and the only thing which seemed a little off was her blood sugar, hence the snacks and the note. Shifting my gaze to Dolly, I said, "What about you? Are you ready?"
"Yep." She beamed at me, as perfect ad put together as her older sister, something I knew wouldn't be the case by the end of the day. "I want Abraham to take me."
"Well, then, I would suggest you ask him." I looked at him, suppressing a snicker as the color drained out of his face. He'd insisted on going with me to take the kids to school, even though I'd told him I was pretty sure I could handle it by myself. I'd wait until we were alone to say I'd told him so. "Dolly?"
"Abraham, would you take me to my classroom, please?" She leaned forward, resting her chin on the top of the seat, fluttering her lashes dramatically. "Pretty please?"
"Sure." His smile was a shade on the sickly side but he managed to pull it off. "Uh, do you know who you have this year?"
"Mrs. Sheriff Pete." She leaned over further, pressing a big, smacking kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Abraham."
"So that's all squared away." I ruffled Conway's hair, laughing when he scowled up at me. "Look like you're stuck with me, kid." Which was probably for the best. I had a feeling I was going to have to spend more than a few minutes speaking with his teacher and I'd rather not have to worry about Dolly at the same time. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door. "Let's go kick Monday's ass."
"Aunt Jeannie-."
"I swear to Jesus, Tammy, if you say something about my language, I'm changing my mind about that sleepover on Friday." I waited for Conway to scramble out after me, taking the backpack he handed me and slinging it over one shoulder before lifting him up and settling him on the opposite hip. Slamming the door shut, I marched across the parking lot, trusting the others were following me. When we reached the front door, I paused, glancing back at Abraham. "So I'll meet you here when everybody is settled-sound good?"
"Uh, yeah." Even with his face tinged a pale, seaweed green, he was still attractive enough to have three quarters of the women, teenagers and parents alike, ogling him as they moved past him in to the building. He took Dolly's hand, looking down at her and saying, "Lead the way, ma'am."
"I have practice after school so I won't be home until between four-thirty and five." Tammy linked arms with Kitty, stopping long enough to kiss my cheek and, to both his and my surprise, Abraham's before all but skipping inside the main building.