Chapter 26
Jet
Jet couldn’t believe how different it felt with Abby tonight. It was nothing specific that he could point to in the way they looked at each other, talked to each other, or touched each other. Instead, it was just an overwhelming feeling that everything they shared had a deeper meaning.
The energy that flowed between them tonight was palpable, thick in a way it hadn’t been before.
It wasn’t that he didn’t still feel raw animal hunger for her. He did, if anything, more pressing than what he’d felt before. But now that hunger went beyond the physical. He wanted her soul just as much as he wanted her body.
And he was about to take them both.
Jet gripped Abby’s hips, steadying them as he centered his mouth over her. Then, without even a second’s hesitation, he covered her dripping mound entirely with his demanding mouth and sucked every drop of her nectar, drinking it down like the divine substance it was.
He pulled back, then, and moved his tongue up and down her seam, never letting the rhythm slow down for even a moment. Her movements were frantic, but they also had an elegant rhythm to them, one that he could decipher and predict. He worked hard to time the strokes of his tongue to perfectly offset the bucking of her hips for maximum effect.
She moaned and beat her small fists against the back of his shoulders. He moved his tongue faster and faster over her sensitive nub, drawing louder and louder moans from her throat, and her hips thrust up again and again, driving her sweet wetness even more tightly into his hungry mouth.
As delicious as she was, and as hard as it made him to lap up every drop of her, he had to admit that the biggest turn-on of all was how powerful it made him feel to control the flow of her pleasure like this. It filled him with a god-like sense of strength, like Zeus on the mountaintop dispensing rewards to those who pleased him.
And, oh holy shit, did Abby please him.
Sensing that she was getting close to exploding, he flicked her clit with his tongue again and again, building up his speed the more he felt her body responding to the movement.
When her legs locked and she cried out, he knew that it was paying off. An orgasm was rushing through her– one that he’d given her.
He didn’t even have words to express the pride that filled his chest at the idea that all of the amazing sensations she was feeling at this moment were because of him, and only him.
Locking his grip around her waist, he held her flesh tight against him as she rode the crests and waves of the climax. He stayed with her through every roller-coaster moment, adjusting the tempo of his tongue’s strokes to give her every possible moment of bliss he could.
When her movements slowed and then stopped, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay there for a moment, sweaty and breathing hard. He relaxed on his side next to her, running his fingers lightly over her slick skin and enjoying the way her breasts heaved as she worked to gain control over her breath. It was a pretty sweet view. He wasn’t complaining.
Finally, her eyes popped open, and when they did, they already contained a wicked little hungry gleam.
He grinned. “What?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed and gave her a playful swat on the ass. “Don’t ‘what?’ me. I know you well enough to know that look. What do you have up your sleeve?”
She shrugged and raised up on her elbows. “I was just thinking that I should return the favor. Give you a taste of all the amazingness you just gave me.”
“Mmm…I won’t argue with that.”
He laid back as she leaned over him and kissed her way down his body. She took her time moving down his chest and six-pack, tracing the contours of his muscles with her fingernails as she made her slow downward progress.
His cock throbbed harder with every millimeter closer her mouth drew. He looked down past her gently moving head and saw that there were pearly white drops of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his dick. He wasn’t surprised. Her tongue was magic, and he was sure it could summon a lot more where that came from.
When she’d moved down low enough that her mouth was even with his dick, Abby lifted her eyes to his, making direct contact just as her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Then, while he watched, she stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked every drop that had formed there, swirling it around and around until he was seeing stars.
She trailed her hot tongue up and down the length of his dick and small, white pearls appeared at the tip. He groaned and clenched his jaw, grinding out, “Damn, baby, that feels good.”
He shut his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the intense sensations. Even behind his lids, though, the pervasive picture of her juicy tongue moving up and down his shaft remained. That was one of those mental pictures that just stayed with you.
Suddenly, he felt his entire dick enveloped by the warm, velvet softness of her mouth. She’d taken him entirely inside and now the tip of his cock was bumping insistently up against the back of her throat.
She sucked him in, harder and deeper, and it felt like it would never stop. Not that he wanted it to. He’d be happy to keep this going forever, if that was possible. But he was completely at the mercy of her lips and tongue, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
Her head moved up and down. She went slowly at first but built up her speed at a steady rhythm until, finally, she was bobbing up and down frantically.