me.
Still . . .
She slipped off the bed, carefully testing her legs as she stood, swaying slightly before she curled up on the comforter and
slid between the sheets. I remained on the bed until I heard the heavy, steady breathing that told me she had fallen asleep.
Then I climbed down and blew out all but one candle.
It was almost midnight and she needed to sleep for a few hours. Not everyone could function on the small amount of sleep I
lived on. I crawled into my bed and put my arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Only then did I allow myself to
think about the fact that Abigail King was sleeping in my bedroom. That I had just taken her.
Twice.
I leaned over to watch her. Her lips were parted and her hair was splayed across her pillow in wild disarray. She was the
most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She started moaning in her sleep.
At first, it was faint, almost a whisper of a sound, but it gradually grew louder. Then she started moving and the sheet slipped
from her shoulders, baring her breasts.
I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes.
You will not wake her up yet
.
You will not wake her up yet
.
You will not wake her up yet
.
I tried running through the day’s stock quotes in my head.
Just until two o’clock. You can wake her up at two o’clock.
I sighed. It would be a long two hours.
“Wake up, Abigail.”
It was two fifteen. I had waited more than two hours while she slept. Two hours of listening to her soft “fuck me” moans,
two hours of lying in bed in the near dark, her barely clad body on the floor beside me.
I was harder than I had any right to be, after releasing inside her twice.
“Hands and knees on the bed. Quickly.”
She blinked a few times, but crawled on top of the bed, not even making eye contact.
I got even harder at the sight of her on all fours, waiting for me.
“Lean on your elbows.”
She dropped immediately to her elbows so her ass and sweet pussy faced me.
This would not be soft. This would not be gentle.
I ran my hands down her back and pushed her legs apart. “You were tight the other way, but you’ll be even tighter like this.”
My hands made their way back up her body, cupping her breasts. I palmed and played with them. She was already wet when I dipped
a finger in her.
Sweet dreams, Abigail?
I gathered some of her wetness and trailed my finger up to her ass. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
No. No, they had not. I knew as much from her checklist, but I still wanted her to tell me.
She shook her head.
“I will.”
She tensed beneath my hands and that surprised me. Anal sex was not one of her hard limits. I ran over her checklist in my
mind. No, it wasn’t a hard limit.
“Soon,” I said, dropping my finger and watching her relief as she exhaled shakily.
She was scared. That was fine. I could work with scared. I would be gentle and patient as I pushed through this fear. She
would end up loving it.
But for tonight—
I guided my cock to her wet pussy and wrapped her hair around my wrists. The hair that had been splayed across my pillow for
the last two hours. The hair I’d been wanting to reach for and run my fingers through. It was softer than I remembered. With
a pull of her hair, I pushed myself inside her for the third time.
Would I ever get tired of the way I felt sliding into her?
Damn, I hoped not.
She moaned.
Did it feel as good for her?
Damn, I hoped so.
I pulled back and thrust into her. Fuck, she was tight. My head fell back as I moved. Tight and hot and wet. When she started
pushing herself back toward me, I groaned. I feared I was being too rough on her, but the sounds she made told me differently.
I kept going, pushing harder.
She thrust back into me with a grunt.
Oh, yes.
I slammed into her once more, holding still as she yelled with her release. Her clenching muscles triggered my own climax
and I gasped with its force.
She collapsed onto the bed once I withdrew
Still . . .
She slipped off the bed, carefully testing her legs as she stood, swaying slightly before she curled up on the comforter and
slid between the sheets. I remained on the bed until I heard the heavy, steady breathing that told me she had fallen asleep.
Then I climbed down and blew out all but one candle.
It was almost midnight and she needed to sleep for a few hours. Not everyone could function on the small amount of sleep I
lived on. I crawled into my bed and put my arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Only then did I allow myself to
think about the fact that Abigail King was sleeping in my bedroom. That I had just taken her.
Twice.
I leaned over to watch her. Her lips were parted and her hair was splayed across her pillow in wild disarray. She was the
most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She started moaning in her sleep.
At first, it was faint, almost a whisper of a sound, but it gradually grew louder. Then she started moving and the sheet slipped
from her shoulders, baring her breasts.
I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes.
You will not wake her up yet
.
You will not wake her up yet
.
You will not wake her up yet
.
I tried running through the day’s stock quotes in my head.
Just until two o’clock. You can wake her up at two o’clock.
I sighed. It would be a long two hours.
“Wake up, Abigail.”
It was two fifteen. I had waited more than two hours while she slept. Two hours of listening to her soft “fuck me” moans,
two hours of lying in bed in the near dark, her barely clad body on the floor beside me.
I was harder than I had any right to be, after releasing inside her twice.
“Hands and knees on the bed. Quickly.”
She blinked a few times, but crawled on top of the bed, not even making eye contact.
I got even harder at the sight of her on all fours, waiting for me.
“Lean on your elbows.”
She dropped immediately to her elbows so her ass and sweet pussy faced me.
This would not be soft. This would not be gentle.
I ran my hands down her back and pushed her legs apart. “You were tight the other way, but you’ll be even tighter like this.”
My hands made their way back up her body, cupping her breasts. I palmed and played with them. She was already wet when I dipped
a finger in her.
Sweet dreams, Abigail?
I gathered some of her wetness and trailed my finger up to her ass. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
No. No, they had not. I knew as much from her checklist, but I still wanted her to tell me.
She shook her head.
“I will.”
She tensed beneath my hands and that surprised me. Anal sex was not one of her hard limits. I ran over her checklist in my
mind. No, it wasn’t a hard limit.
“Soon,” I said, dropping my finger and watching her relief as she exhaled shakily.
She was scared. That was fine. I could work with scared. I would be gentle and patient as I pushed through this fear. She
would end up loving it.
But for tonight—
I guided my cock to her wet pussy and wrapped her hair around my wrists. The hair that had been splayed across my pillow for
the last two hours. The hair I’d been wanting to reach for and run my fingers through. It was softer than I remembered. With
a pull of her hair, I pushed myself inside her for the third time.
Would I ever get tired of the way I felt sliding into her?
Damn, I hoped not.
She moaned.
Did it feel as good for her?
Damn, I hoped so.
I pulled back and thrust into her. Fuck, she was tight. My head fell back as I moved. Tight and hot and wet. When she started
pushing herself back toward me, I groaned. I feared I was being too rough on her, but the sounds she made told me differently.
I kept going, pushing harder.
She thrust back into me with a grunt.
Oh, yes.
I slammed into her once more, holding still as she yelled with her release. Her clenching muscles triggered my own climax
and I gasped with its force.
She collapsed onto the bed once I withdrew
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