Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
She laughs, and when I get to her mouth she’s still smiling. “Since I’m the one who came, isn’t it my gift?”
“Making you come all over my tongue is my gift to myself.” Just as this kiss is. Her mouth softens under mine, and I take a long slow taste. But I should have known better than to let my guard down.
Abbie reaches down and strokes her soft hands the length of my aching cock. “So making you come all over my tongue will be my gift to myself.”
“No.” My voice sounds hoarse, but only because I’m locked in a battle against the need to fuck myself into her grip like a mindless brute. But I don’t fight anything else, rolling onto my back to let her do as she likes to me. “This’ll be my present, too.”
“So greedy,” she says, kissing her way down my chest. “You get all the presents?”
“Yeah. Because I’m bigger than you.”
She presses her face into my abdomen and laughs. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, my brain is short-circuiting.”
“What could possibly be distracting you?” she asks, then licks the underside of my shaft from balls to tip. “Are you thinking of how this monster felt when you shoved it inside me?”
I was only thinking of her tongue and how I’m not going to last even two minutes—but now I’m thinking of being inside her, too. So I’ll probably last only one minute.
“But there will be no getting into me yet.” She gives the head an open-mouthed suckling kiss, coaxing a drop of pre-cum from the slit with her tongue, just about killing me. “We’ve already used two condoms and we’re only at the beginning of the first day.”
“I can’t count to two right now, Abbie girl,” I groan. “Unless you count my two balls that will explode before you begin sucking, the way you’re teasing me.”
“I’m just pointing out that it’ll be easier to ration if we use our mouths and hands more often.”
“Is that what’s happening? Rationing?”
Abbie’s answer is to ruthlessly use both her mouth and her hands for a glorious five minutes, then swallow every drop when I come. I’m near delirious as I reach for her—but she’s already on her way back up, snuggling in against my side, letting me hold her tight.
I wasn’t fully joking when I’d said both were my presents. But I hadn’t realized how true it was. Every second with Abbie seems like a gift. Every touch. Every word.
That’s never happened before. I’ve dated but have never been in a relationship that went beyond casual. I’ve sure as hell never before wanted to spend time with someone like I want to with Abbie.
The same is even true of my friends. I enjoy spending time with them—Harris, a few others—but I never feel like I’m missing out on anything when they’re not around. I get along by myself too well, and it’s always a bit of a relief after being out with them when I’m on my own again.
Yet I feel like I might miss out when I’m not with Abbie. Her every word. Her every expression. I want to hear and see them all. And I might wonder what the hell she has done to me, but I’m beginning to suspect that the real question is—
What the hell am I going to do when she’s done with me?
Because Abbie might be done the second this vacation is over. She joked about remaining enemies because she can’t so easily discard so much baggage, but it’s no joke that she’s got twenty years of shit to work through, plus all that she recently discovered about her mom lying to her. And being isolated here with me will be a lot different than being with me back in the city, where her mom and sister will rip her to shreds simply for associating with me, let alone allowing me to stick my cock inside her. So when Abbie leaves here, it’ll be a hell of a lot easier for her to just tell me we’re done—tell me that I’m nothing more than a holiday fling—than deal with the very real shit that will inevitably come from our being friends. Or more than friends.
And I wouldn’t blame her. Hell, I don’t want her to bear the shit that would come her way. Not after everything she’s already had to take.
And yet…I’m not giving this up. Not giving her up. Even if I don’t know yet what it is that’s making me hold onto her so tight. I’ll do anything necessary so that she won’t end this. So that being done with me will be harder than bearing whatever comes next.
I just wish I had a single clue about how to make her desperate to hold onto me, too.