in after they went to sleep. And, yes, I did undress you. You didn’t tell me how wet you were last night.”
He whispered right next to her ear. “To be fair, you never tell me when you’re wet, either.” The thought of her wetness, the two times he’d been close enough to touch her, made his dick stiffen.
She wriggled. “It feels like you’re feeling better, soldier.”
He stroked his fingertips down her sides, making her squirm against him. He was fighting a losing battle if he didn’t want her to know how aroused he was. “So tell me what you did when you found me.”
He felt her smile against his shoulder. She pulled away and rested her chin on the hand that was draped over his chest. “Well, when I came back to the barn for you, you were muttering, totally incoherently, about I don’t know what. I managed to get you upstairs without anyone hearing, or at least coming out of their rooms to investigate.”
She stroked his arm. “And then I sat you on this bed and undressed you. Rubbing parts of your body to try to get them warm. Like this.” She took his hand in hers and she massaged it, rubbing the palm and the back of his hand until he was feeling the heat elsewhere. She blew on his fingers, holding them close to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his middle finger so quickly that he wondered if he’d imagined it. His body hadn’t, though.
He knew she’d felt the twitch of his dick next to her leg when she repeated the lick. And then as he looked down at her lips, she sucked his whole finger into her mouth.
Heat flashed around his body in a way that he knew he’d escaped any serious cold-related injury. Hell, with Abby this close, how could he possibly be cold again?
He turned onto his side so they were facing each other. “You’re a terrible person,” he said in a very solemn, low voice.
She sighed. “Why, this time?”
He slid his hand beneath the covers and pulled her knee up, so it was propping up the covers, and then stroked down her thigh until he reached her panties. “Because your first thought when you woke up was to take advantage of a recovering man,” he said, slipping his fingers beneath her panties. “You see? I told you that you never tell me when you’re wet.” He tut-tutted and shook his head as she arched into his hand, pushing for even more contact.
She slipped her leg over his hip and moaned softly when he stroked her clitoris through her wetness. He played lightly with it, reveling in its softness and her responsiveness.
“Do you want me?” he whispered.
She nodded, biting her lip in a way that made him need to lose himself in her. She took his dick in her hand and guided it against her.
With one motion, he was inside her. He put his mouth on hers to muffle a moan that shuddered out of her.
The bed was so small that all he could do was hold her against him as he thrust into her. Her tightness and heat wrapped around him made his world collapse into just him and Abby, fastened together, mouths together, swallowing each other’s gasps. His fingers found her clit again, and as desperate as he was to taste her again, he wasn’t leaving where he was right then. Buried deep inside of her, owning her, breathing her oxygen, and feeling her yield to his fingers…and his will.
She bit down on his neck as she rocked against him, dragging him closer to her with her leg still hooked over his hip. He was so close to coming, he thrust and held as his fingers slipped around her clit. Her gasps got louder, and as if she realized, she bit down again on his shoulder, and when she came, spasming around his dick, he rocked his pelvis against hers and came, deep, deep inside her, the pain of her teeth jagging heat along his spine with his climax.
He held her tight against him, not saying anything—not able to say anything that wouldn’t ruin everything. He wanted her in his life. Well, in his house at least, and that was a big shift in his reality. And
He whispered right next to her ear. “To be fair, you never tell me when you’re wet, either.” The thought of her wetness, the two times he’d been close enough to touch her, made his dick stiffen.
She wriggled. “It feels like you’re feeling better, soldier.”
He stroked his fingertips down her sides, making her squirm against him. He was fighting a losing battle if he didn’t want her to know how aroused he was. “So tell me what you did when you found me.”
He felt her smile against his shoulder. She pulled away and rested her chin on the hand that was draped over his chest. “Well, when I came back to the barn for you, you were muttering, totally incoherently, about I don’t know what. I managed to get you upstairs without anyone hearing, or at least coming out of their rooms to investigate.”
She stroked his arm. “And then I sat you on this bed and undressed you. Rubbing parts of your body to try to get them warm. Like this.” She took his hand in hers and she massaged it, rubbing the palm and the back of his hand until he was feeling the heat elsewhere. She blew on his fingers, holding them close to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his middle finger so quickly that he wondered if he’d imagined it. His body hadn’t, though.
He knew she’d felt the twitch of his dick next to her leg when she repeated the lick. And then as he looked down at her lips, she sucked his whole finger into her mouth.
Heat flashed around his body in a way that he knew he’d escaped any serious cold-related injury. Hell, with Abby this close, how could he possibly be cold again?
He turned onto his side so they were facing each other. “You’re a terrible person,” he said in a very solemn, low voice.
She sighed. “Why, this time?”
He slid his hand beneath the covers and pulled her knee up, so it was propping up the covers, and then stroked down her thigh until he reached her panties. “Because your first thought when you woke up was to take advantage of a recovering man,” he said, slipping his fingers beneath her panties. “You see? I told you that you never tell me when you’re wet.” He tut-tutted and shook his head as she arched into his hand, pushing for even more contact.
She slipped her leg over his hip and moaned softly when he stroked her clitoris through her wetness. He played lightly with it, reveling in its softness and her responsiveness.
“Do you want me?” he whispered.
She nodded, biting her lip in a way that made him need to lose himself in her. She took his dick in her hand and guided it against her.
With one motion, he was inside her. He put his mouth on hers to muffle a moan that shuddered out of her.
The bed was so small that all he could do was hold her against him as he thrust into her. Her tightness and heat wrapped around him made his world collapse into just him and Abby, fastened together, mouths together, swallowing each other’s gasps. His fingers found her clit again, and as desperate as he was to taste her again, he wasn’t leaving where he was right then. Buried deep inside of her, owning her, breathing her oxygen, and feeling her yield to his fingers…and his will.
She bit down on his neck as she rocked against him, dragging him closer to her with her leg still hooked over his hip. He was so close to coming, he thrust and held as his fingers slipped around her clit. Her gasps got louder, and as if she realized, she bit down again on his shoulder, and when she came, spasming around his dick, he rocked his pelvis against hers and came, deep, deep inside her, the pain of her teeth jagging heat along his spine with his climax.
He held her tight against him, not saying anything—not able to say anything that wouldn’t ruin everything. He wanted her in his life. Well, in his house at least, and that was a big shift in his reality. And
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