"Just nice and slow," I tell her, but there's no such thing. My cock is hungry. Her pussy is willing and, fuck, it's time to take her for a ride. She begins to bounce. Those tits of hers are squeezed against my chest and I kiss her mouth hard.
Her tongue finds mine and I inhale that woman. I take her like I've never taken her before. I fuck her against the shower wall as she rides me up and down, bouncing like a little toy. My toy.
"Yeah. I guess you can balance, can't you?" I say, pulling back from the kiss and looking into her eyes. My hand on her ass, she wraps her arms around my neck, holding on for her fucking life.
"Oh, my God," she whimpers as I fuck her nice and good the way she deserves and needs and didn't even know was fucking possible.
"Is this what you've been waiting for?" I ask her. "Is this what you were hoping was going to happen when you came Home?"
"This is better than I imagined," she says, panting in my ear, sucking on my earlobe, as I begin to thrust deeper into her tight channel. She cries out as she comes, her sweet slit dripping as I finish.
I lift her up and off of me, her toes touching the tiled floor, and she spins around, her hands on the wall, her cheek against the cool tile. My hands running up and down the curve of her back, between her legs, over her pussy. My fingers diving deep into her sweet hole, finger-fucking her. Catching her off guard as I do.
"Oh, God," she cries, gripping the wall for something, anything, to hold onto as she grinds her ass against my hand. I begin to finger her harder, my cock growing by the second, and she loves it. “I need you.” She's ready for more. Hungry, willing, able.
"Me too, baby. Me too." I get her cunt nice and ripe, and then, before she knows what's happening, she begins to tense around my fingers, coming all over again against my hand. She cries out, louder this time, and it's hot as hell.
When she finishes, she spins around, looking up at me with eyes filled with wonder, lust, and something deeper, something more.
"Oh, my God," she says. "You're making me..."
"What?" I say. "Tell me."
"You're making me want to stay forever."
"Good," I say. "Then I better keep fucking you so you never leave."
She drops to her knees and begins to stroke my cock up and down. The water from the shower head is still nice and warm, and she begins to suck my cock like my fucking queen. I look at her on her knees, pleasuring me, and my cock hardens, aching under her suction.
"Oh, God," I groan, looking at her perfection, her mouth nice and tight. Those lips sucking me, her head bobbing up and down as she gets me off like a good lover. My lover.
I'm not letting this girl go. Ever. My cock is hungry and ready, and my hot seed shoots out from my tip, filling her mouth. I watch as she swallows, filling her belly. "Fuck," I groan, gripping the wall as I finish.
She keeps sucking, up and down, her hands playing with my balls. They're tight, tense, until I'm done. She stands. She smiles. She licks her lips.
"I've never done that before," she says. "How'd I do?"
"Don't ask a question like that," I say. "You know how you did."
She grins. "That good, huh?"
I nod, drawing her mouth to mine. "Fuck, Abby. Forget the past. We are the perfect fucking pair."
10
Abby
I don’t have anything to wear to a candlelit dinner, so Bartlett makes a call to his sister. I'm expecting Lemon to show up with clothes for me, but, surprisingly, it's Fig who stops by an hour later.
"Hey. Sorry I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you last night," she says with a shrug. She takes off a big, furry pink coat and a matching faux fur hat. "I know I was being a little melodramatic, but, you know, that's just me," she says, scrunching up her face. "Hey, Bart, Mom said to bring you this." She hands him a bag and he opens it immediately.
"Mm," he says. "Mom must have been in a good mood today, huh?"
Fig laughs. "Yes, because after I realized I was being a brat at dinner, I told her I was finished with the idea of studying abroad for the end of my senior year and that I would drop the whole thing."
"So, she went on a baking spree today?" Bartlett asks.
"What did she make?" I ask, curious about the family dynamics.
Fig's eyes brighten. "She made her almond thumbprint cookies and her famous vanilla bean scones. You'll love them. They were my Uncle Luke’s favorites.”