She laughed through her tears. “You’re doing fine. You’re – I don’t know what I’d do without you being here, Alex.”
He knew he’d curse himself a million times for it later, but he knew he’d also curse himself if he didn’t. Alex tipped her chin up so she looked at him, and then softly pressed his lips to hers.
Maybe he was taking advantage. Maybe this would’ve happened at some point anyway without all of the drama. Maybe he didn’t care, because she tasted of cinnamon and her lips were soft, kissing him back, making him want more, want all of her.
His hands dropped down to her bottom, pulling her closer. Her fingers were lost in his hair, keeping his mouth to hers in a kiss that wasn’t staying gentle.
Alex sat down on the kitchen stool, pulling Abby onto his knee so she straddled him. His fingers trailed up her sides, his thumbs running to just under her breasts. She edged her hips closer to his, pressing the warmth between her legs to his cock which was hard and getting harder and then she had control of the kiss, because his focus was taken by the feel of her tits under his hands, the damn material of her top and bra in the way.
She pulled her mouth from his. She was rocking slightly against him, his cock getting all the messages that this was going somewhere.
“I haven’t even kissed anyone for more than two years.” It was a statement that was meant to tell him something.
“I shouldn’t like that but I do.” He kissed her again, slowing it down, dropping his hands and then pushing them up under her top.
Her bra wasn’t padded, but it felt lacy under his roughened hands, her response to his touch rapid and needy as she ground against him even more. Her nipples were hard buds and giving them a slight squeeze made her groan into his mouth. Everything felt right about what they were doing and even though his brain was telling him to slow things down, there was no way he could unless she said the word. His cock was stone hard and his balls felt as if they were going to burst, the desire he had taking over pretty much every part of his being.
He trailed a finger down between her breasts to the waistband of her shorts, finding the button there. For a moment he paused, giving Abby the chance to stop there, but instead she shifted her hips and urged him on, kissing him harder.
It was then Alex Maynard made up his mind. He wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time at his kitchen table, not after the couple of days she’d had, not when this could just be a pinnacle of fear and anxiety, plus a crush on him that he doubted he deserved.
Abby could get off and find her release – but he wouldn’t, not right now. Not until he got in the shower and worked his right hand some more, and given where that right hand was going, he’d have the material to think about.
The button undid easily, the zipper came down with no resistance. The cotton of her underwear was smooth and silky and he felt her wetness as soon as he cupped her sex, applying pressure with the palm of his hand.
Her moan made her lips leave his. She leaned back, holding onto his shoulders and Alex saw the want in her eyes.
“Just once,” she said. “Just once, and we can go back to how we were.”
He ignored her request, knowing she was lust-drunk, knowing he couldn’t agree to that.
“Stand up. Lose the shorts and everything else.”
The wobble in her legs made him stupidly pleased. She pushed the shorts down her legs along with her underwear leaving him looking at creamy pale skin, neatly trimmed fair curls between her legs.
He figured he might just be harder than he’d ever been in his life and the chances of not coming in his sweats as soon as he touched her were getting slimmer by the second.
Alex reached out to her top, pulling it up. She raised her arms, now bare of everything apart from her bra.
That wasn’t staying on. He reached round to her back and undid it with one hand, watching her tits as she let the material fall away.
“What if someone comes in the garden?” she glanced out through the open door.
“They’ll see me making you very very happy.” He tugged her back to his knee, this time pressing his mouth against her neck and scattering the skin with tiny kisses. He filled his palms with her breasts, feeling their weight then fluttering his fingers over her nipples, pinching, touching, seeking them with his mouth as he travelled down her body.
Abby arched her back, her nails clawing his shoulders, urging him on with a breathy mewl that almost took him to the point of pushing down his sweats and guiding her onto his cock.
But Alex was all about the control and he’d made up his mind. His hand slipped between her legs, running a finger through the wetness that was gathering there. He teased her clit, brushing over it without applying pressure and she moaned, parting her legs further, allowing him easier access.
Alex moved his head up, keeping a hand on her hip to steady her and playing near the entrance with the other. She was sodden and when he gently started to push a finger inside her, he found her tight and hot.
She groaned at the invasion, her hips starting to find a rhythm that was meant to encourage him further. He added another finger, stretching her, feeling her tense about him.
“It’s been a long time.” Her words were gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to.” He curled his finger, finding the raised nub inside her and shifting his hand so its heel pressed against her clit.
The sight of her riding his fingers was almost too much. The door to the garden was wide open, birdsong strummed into the kitchen and all he wanted to focus on was her, making her break apart.
She tightened, her head tipping back. He kept the rhythm going, keeping it steady.
“Want to feel you come round my fingers,” he muttered the words quietly. “That tight pussy, coming for me, so wet for me. Do it, Abby, come on my hand like a good girl…”
She exploded with a quiet scream, her hips jerking, her fingers holding on hard enough to leave bruises. Alex leaned in to kiss her, wanting to ground her with her knowing he was there, that it wasn’t just about what they’d done.
He thought that she’d be quiet after. Shy. Holding her he knew would help, even if his cock was about to explode, but the kiss he tried to keep tempered didn’t stay that way.
Abby’s hands moved from his shoulders to his hair and she deepened their kiss, biting his bottom lip, encouraging him to take her mouth harder. His hands wandered back to her breasts and between her legs, feeling her slickness.
She backed away from him, taking her weight off his lap and on to her feet, then she dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands at the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down along with his boxers, and then placing her palm over his hard length.
“Abby, you don’t have to…” He shut up when she gripped his cock in her hand, pumping it slowly, firmly. It felt so good, so damn good.
Then she took the top of his member in her mouth, running her tongue around the rim. Alex clenched one of his hands, praying for stamina, praying he could give her warning before he came. The other hand went to her hair, grasping hold of the thick blonde locks.
“Fuck…”
She took more of him in her mouth, sucking and licking, her hand gripping the base, the other playing with his balls.
He was going to die because this had to be the gates of heaven, except he knew he was still in his kitchen and this angel was on her knees in front of him giving him a blow job to end all blow jobs. Her eyes opened wide, looking up at him as she started to work him faster and he lost the power of everything, just about managing to tell her that he was about to come as everything clenched and he felt his own magical release.