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it that way.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It can hurt. But people do it that way all the time. Hard and fast. Slow and easy.” I felt like I was having the talk with a prepubescent girl. Until I looked over at her and saw her chest—and those goddamn tits—heaving with each breath. As though she was upset, or aroused.
She stared at me like I had all the answers. Maybe I did. I moved closer, crowding her until she had to scoot across the couch and back up against the arm to get away from me. She didn’t get away from me. I caged her in with my body, one hand on the arm of the chair the other on the back of the couch.
“Do you want me to teach you about sex this summer, Abby?”
“I, uh, I.” Again, that sweet stutter that drove me crazy. Her lips trembled and I leaned down, unable to resist. I placed a brief, hard kiss on the pink flesh, thinking I wanted to taste every inch of her. She ran a hand down the side of my face. I knew whatever I decided to do next not only had the potential to alter my life, but hers as well. I’d never felt so damn protective in my life.
“What, Abby? Did you think we weren’t going to fuck this summer? Did you think it was my sudden love of a rich lifestyle that’s kept me here so long?” I took her computer from her trembling hands and placed it on the coffee table, pushing it away as I did so. She sat there, her eyes wide open. I didn’t touch her even though it took all of my control not to drag her to the floor and wrap my hands in her hair so she could lick and suck until I unloaded my seed down her throat.
“I, I.”
I knew that I had more than surprised her. Surprised her by putting into words all the tension that had settled around us like a hot summer haze after an afternoon thunderstorm. I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers. I was firm and insistent and her mouth gave way under the pressure. I slipped my tongue inside and started thrusting. Just like I would do when—not if—she was before me on her knees. It wasn’t really a kiss. It was a lesson. I broke it off before I took it too far, too fast.
“You. Me. Sex. This summer. What do you say? You’re such an innocent little thing, I’d hate for some boy to take advantage of you when you go back to school.” I was dead serious and she must have seen it my eyes.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear, my lips barely touching the soft pink shell. “Do you want me to be your first lover, Abby? I’ll make it good, baby. I’ll make it so damn good we’ll both go up in flames.”
Her hands fluttered like butterflies until she put them on my chest. I flexed my pecs and her eyes widen.
“But we can’t.” Her voice was soft and low and held no real conviction.
“Why not? We’re not related. Hell, we didn’t even know the other existed until three weeks ago. It’s not like I took a dump in the sandbox with you.”
Abby’s startled laugh was the sweetest sound, I thought. When I was small, I remember passing by a house that had long metal things hanging from the edge of a porch. I finally learned that they were called wind chimes. I bet I walked past that house a hundred times that summer just to listen to that beautiful, clear sound. Unblemished. Untarnished. Just like Abby.
She’d stay that way if I moved away from her right now. If I got up, packed my bag, and hopped the first bus back to the city.
But I didn’t. Everybody had to get a little dirty sometimes. And I was pretty damn sure I could make her groans of passion sound just as sweet as those chimes.
“What do you say, Abby? Are you ready to let me teach you what a man wants from a woman?”
Her fingers curled, biting into the muscles of my chest. I loved it. Pain. Pleasure. The fine edge between the two was the best. I wanted to show her all of it.
“Yes.”
I was so lost in my fantasies, I almost didn’t hear her. Or maybe, I just didn’t understand. Since when did my dreams start to come true? Did Abby Snow, curvy little
I shrugged my shoulders. “It can hurt. But people do it that way all the time. Hard and fast. Slow and easy.” I felt like I was having the talk with a prepubescent girl. Until I looked over at her and saw her chest—and those goddamn tits—heaving with each breath. As though she was upset, or aroused.
She stared at me like I had all the answers. Maybe I did. I moved closer, crowding her until she had to scoot across the couch and back up against the arm to get away from me. She didn’t get away from me. I caged her in with my body, one hand on the arm of the chair the other on the back of the couch.
“Do you want me to teach you about sex this summer, Abby?”
“I, uh, I.” Again, that sweet stutter that drove me crazy. Her lips trembled and I leaned down, unable to resist. I placed a brief, hard kiss on the pink flesh, thinking I wanted to taste every inch of her. She ran a hand down the side of my face. I knew whatever I decided to do next not only had the potential to alter my life, but hers as well. I’d never felt so damn protective in my life.
“What, Abby? Did you think we weren’t going to fuck this summer? Did you think it was my sudden love of a rich lifestyle that’s kept me here so long?” I took her computer from her trembling hands and placed it on the coffee table, pushing it away as I did so. She sat there, her eyes wide open. I didn’t touch her even though it took all of my control not to drag her to the floor and wrap my hands in her hair so she could lick and suck until I unloaded my seed down her throat.
“I, I.”
I knew that I had more than surprised her. Surprised her by putting into words all the tension that had settled around us like a hot summer haze after an afternoon thunderstorm. I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers. I was firm and insistent and her mouth gave way under the pressure. I slipped my tongue inside and started thrusting. Just like I would do when—not if—she was before me on her knees. It wasn’t really a kiss. It was a lesson. I broke it off before I took it too far, too fast.
“You. Me. Sex. This summer. What do you say? You’re such an innocent little thing, I’d hate for some boy to take advantage of you when you go back to school.” I was dead serious and she must have seen it my eyes.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear, my lips barely touching the soft pink shell. “Do you want me to be your first lover, Abby? I’ll make it good, baby. I’ll make it so damn good we’ll both go up in flames.”
Her hands fluttered like butterflies until she put them on my chest. I flexed my pecs and her eyes widen.
“But we can’t.” Her voice was soft and low and held no real conviction.
“Why not? We’re not related. Hell, we didn’t even know the other existed until three weeks ago. It’s not like I took a dump in the sandbox with you.”
Abby’s startled laugh was the sweetest sound, I thought. When I was small, I remember passing by a house that had long metal things hanging from the edge of a porch. I finally learned that they were called wind chimes. I bet I walked past that house a hundred times that summer just to listen to that beautiful, clear sound. Unblemished. Untarnished. Just like Abby.
She’d stay that way if I moved away from her right now. If I got up, packed my bag, and hopped the first bus back to the city.
But I didn’t. Everybody had to get a little dirty sometimes. And I was pretty damn sure I could make her groans of passion sound just as sweet as those chimes.
“What do you say, Abby? Are you ready to let me teach you what a man wants from a woman?”
Her fingers curled, biting into the muscles of my chest. I loved it. Pain. Pleasure. The fine edge between the two was the best. I wanted to show her all of it.
“Yes.”
I was so lost in my fantasies, I almost didn’t hear her. Or maybe, I just didn’t understand. Since when did my dreams start to come true? Did Abby Snow, curvy little
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