Her gaze met mine and our eyes locked. My body was suddenly filled with an intense longing. A raw hunger and desire for her. As I took her in with my eyes, I felt the fires of passion burning bright and hot inside of me.
I knew it was stupid, that I shouldn't let myself feel that way, and that it was only going to complicate things, but I couldn't stop it. It consumed me.
“What if I don't want to keep my distance, Abby?” I asked, my voice low.
I went to her and cupped her face in my hands, kissing her long and hard. She relaxed into me, her arms sliding around my neck as I slowly walked us toward my bedroom.
I pushed her up against the door and kissed down the length of her neck, sucking and nibbling on her delicate, soft skin as I moved lower and lower. She raked her fingers over my scalp and let out a breathy little moan. The silk robe slipped off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts and those pert, pink nipples.
Feeling the desire rising in me like a molten hot tide, I cupped her breasts in my hands, teasing the nipples with my fingers, and giving them a firm pinch. Abby let out a soft yelp and then sighed softly, her eyes rolling back in her head as I touched her all over.
Her skin was so soft, and I reveled in the way she felt against me. Moving my mouth downward, I kissed her lower. I took one of her pink nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently. Abby gasped and her head fell back, but her grip on my hair tightened.
“Yes, Chase,” she moaned. “God, yes.”
I pulled back and stared into her eyes. The naked desire in them matched what I felt, fueling the fires burning in me. Taking her by the hand, I led her into the master bathroom. I had a shower large enough to easily hold several people. It had three different showerheads – including one that poured down like rain.
I hardly used it personally. Typically, I showered in one of the smaller bathrooms. But now seemed like the perfect time to try it out. After I got the water running, warming it up, Abby helped me undress. She stripped me out of my dirty jeans first. With my pants and boxers in a heap on the floor, she looked up at me, flashing a salacious little smile. She reached out her tiny little hand and stroked my hard cock, an adorable smile spread across her face.
I pulled off my shirt, yanking it off over my head and throwing it on the pile with the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower. Abby dropped her robe to the floor and was close behind. She shut the door and the water rained down upon both of us, washing away everything but the passion and lust that burned inside of us.
Never taking her eyes off mine, Abby pulled the tie that held her hair up and let her long, blonde locks fall free. I pressed her against the back of the shower, our naked bodies touching and rubbing together in all the right places. Her nipples rubbed against my chest, my cock between her thighs, making us both burn hotter for each other.
I kissed her deeply, our mouths eating at each other like we were two people starving. The warmth of the water cascaded down my back, sluicing way my cares. Sluicing away everything but the sensations coursing through my body. Abby trailed her nails down my spine as she kneaded my flesh, pulling me into her.
Her hands moved to my chest, and she pushed me away gently. I stared down at her in surprise and she looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. I didn't know what to do at first, but finally took the hint and backed up a bit, giving her space.
Abby dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands around my shaft and her lips parted. With wide eyes, she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping around the head of my dick as she worked her way down slowly, inch by inch. She couldn't take all of me into her mouth, not right away, but her hand moved in perfect rhythm with her mouth and I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
It felt like electricity was coursing through my veins as she worked her mouth and hand up and down on my stiff prick. I moaned loudly and held onto the back of her head, playing with her hair as she sucked me off, moving up and down my shaft with her plump lips and tight little fist. I drew in a long shuddering breath and felt my knees going weak as she worked me over. It took everything in me not to blow my load and fall over right then and there. It felt so fucking good.
With one hand working my member in concert with her mouth, she reached out and took my balls in her other hand, squeezing and kneading them.
“Fuck,” I growled as shockwaves of sensation coursed through me.
With my cock in one hand – and her mouth – and my balls in her other hand, Abby worked my prick like she had something to prove. I felt the sharp spike of pleasure drive itself through me and I cried out.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled, pulling her hair harder and harder.
I didn't want to come, not like this. Not before I pleased her in return. Abby had different plans for me though. She sped up, taking even more of me into her mouth, working me harder and faster with her hand at the same time. She looked up, her blue eyes finding mine, and when I saw the devilish little gleam in them, I knew it was over. I leaned sideways, bracing myself against the wall for support as my breath quickened. The muscles in the back of my thighs tensing as my cock began pulsing in her mouth.
“Fuck, I'm going to come, Abby. I don't want to – ”
She didn't stop, though. She didn't even slow down. If anything, her grip tightened and she sped up with her mouth. She continued sucking until there was no turning back. My hands held onto her head, and I stared down at her, the pressure building in my balls until I threw my head back and cried out, my voice echoing around the bathroom.
I felt my body shudder hard and then I exploded into Abby's mouth. Her eyes widened a bit, at first, but then she smiled while still keeping me between those beautiful lips of hers as I filled her mouth with my hot cum.
She stood up with a delightful smile on her face, looking pleased with herself. I still couldn't even stand without supporting myself against the wall. My head was spinning and my vision wavered, but all I could do was reach for her. I pulled her to me, held her tight, her head resting against my chest. My heart raced as she nuzzled in close, dotting soft gentle kisses along my flesh.
That is what heaven feels like. That was the moment I knew I was in trouble. That there was no turning back. It was in that moment I knew that whatever happened between us, would happen. I no longer had control over any of it. Or, of anything.
It scared me shitless.
But goddamn, it felt so fucking good. She felt so fucking good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ABBY
Chase was out in the fields with the cattle and tractor or whatever, doing – well – whatever farmers do in their fields. Feeling utterly clueless, I stood on the porch watching him. But, I knew I could watch him all day and still have no clue what he did out there.
It had been a couple of weeks, and there was still no sign of Paul, which was a good thing. My bumps and bruises had healed though, and there was some small part of me that desperately hoped Paul had given up on finding me. That I could go on with my life without having to constantly look over my shoulder.
Not that he'd give up that easily, though. I wasn't na?ve enough to think that it was over and that he was gone from my life for good. I knew better than that. Having that faint flame of hope was a lot different than staring reality in the face.
I let out a long breath. The mere thought of Paul killed my smile and threatened to ruin my good mood. A weight settled low in my body as I remembered the words he'd said to me that night outside the bar. The night he'd beaten me. He'd promised he'd get me back. He said that nothing would stop him.