Up and down, in and out, making her wet and making her mine.
“Oh fuck, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhh……” She sits up, panting, her eyes wide, her voice tight. “Is this how it’s supposed to go?”
“Yeah, baby,” I say. “That’s called a fucking orgasm.”
“In that case, I’ve never actually had one before. Because that… This…” She runs a hand over her forehead. “Oh my God, Bart. Don’t stop, don’t, don’t…”
I begin to finger her harder, faster, making her juicy come squirt against my mouth as I suck her clit. Her back arches and her fingers grope the sheets as she comes harder for me.
“Oh, oh God… Oh my God, Bartlett, come here… Come here, please, please…” she begs.
I do what she asks cause I’m not gonna fucking deny this woman a single fucking thing. I get in the bed with her, at her side, and she’s reaching for the button of my jeans, forcing them down and reaching for my cock.
“We don’t have to do this,” I tell her. “We can take our time, Abby. There’s no rush.”
“I want it. My pussy wants it. I need you in me now.”
Not wanting to deny her a goddamn thing, I take off my jeans and my boxers. And she takes my cock gingerly in her hand. I tell her to move her hand up and down, nice and slow.
“Like that?” she asks, eager to please.
“Just like that, baby,” I tell her, running a hand over her bare back, her body so pure and naked, dripping with innocence and filled with desire.
I want to make her feel good but I also want to make her understand that this night is something special. She is something special to me.
“Hey,” I say, taking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know we just met, but I’m really glad we did.”
“I’m glad we met too, Bart, but you don’t have to tell me anything to make this feel less like… like a one-night stand.”
I frown. “This isn't a one-night stand. I don’t do that kind of thing. Ever.”
“Really?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. I just want to be here now. Remember? The present is perfect.”
But I don’t like that. I shake my head. Sitting up in bed, drawing her into my lap, we’re naked. My cock is hard; her pussy is wet and pulsing with need. Her tits are fucking gorgeous and everything about her turns me on.
But I need her to know something. I need her to know me.
“I’m not that guy. I know you just met me so you don’t have to believe me, but I’m not. I’ve been celibate for ages. I don’t hook up with people. I don’t go on dates. Everyone in this town thinks I’m waiting for the perfect woman… maybe I was waiting for you.”
“That’s a lot to put on a woman you just met.” Abby’s eyes darken. “You don’t even know me. I could be gone tomorrow. You don’t know my last name or where I come from or what my family’s like. I heard what your brother was saying about me; he wonders who I really am. And here you are confessing that you think maybe I’myour person…Bartlett, don’t. We can have sex. I want to have sex for the first time with you because I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Someone kind and sweet and generous and handsome and loving, but… You don’t need to make promises you aren’t prepared to keep. We can just have fun. What if we just let that be enough?”
“I wish I were that kind of guy,” I tell her, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly. “But I’m not. I can’t do casual. I brought you to this bed and I sucked your clit like there was no tomorrow because hell, I was thinking that tomorrow you and I had a future. But…” I shake my head. “Maybe I’m a fool. Because… maybe you’re not seeing things the same way as me.”
Abby exhales slowly, running a hand over my beard and then through my hair. “I don’t think it’s that I don’t see things the same way as you… It’s just, your last name may be Rough, but it feels like your life’s been pretty dang charmed. I’m the one who’s had hard knocks forever. And a girl like me? Well, even if the present is perfect, deep down I don’t think I’m good enough to be anyone’s perfect pair.”
6
ABBY
Bartlett looksat me like I completely ruined the mood, and I probably did.
“Say something,” I groan. “Anything.”
I’m sitting in this man’s lap, this perfect specimen of a human being, telling him I’m not good enough to be with him.
After he’s just offered me more than meaningless sex. What woman says no to that? Especially after he licked my pussy up and down until I literally came all over his face. And now I’m telling him no, actually I don’t want your huge cock to fill my pussy until I orgasm all over you, even though I know that instead of being ghosted, I can count on you to call me the next day.
Smart move, Abby.