NO STRINGS ATTACHED

TWENTY-SIX

His gaze found hers, piercing into her soul. By the time he'd kicked the door shut with the heel of his feet he'd ripped her little dress to shreds, the flimsily material falling to her feet. She shoved at his pants, shoving them down his hips and baring his ass.

He stood, gloriously naked in-front of her now.

She wanted to give him pleasure too, she wanted to thank him for everything. She wanted to kiss every inch of his sexy body: his hips, his back, his face, lips, nose, his lips, his man hood.

"I want to touch you." Abby said, sitting on the edge of the bed urging him closer with her hands.

"Abby," he says, running his hand through her curls.

"Let me thank you." She glanced up at him through her long lashes, as if asking for permission. He didn't need to say yes.

She took him in her hands and stroke him. Root to tip. Up and down. Both hands. With the muscles in his jaw clenched, Nick fisted his hand in her thick curls. She knew exactly what turned him on and where he craved to be touched. She knew his body just as well as he knew every inch of her. She smiled softly at his birth mark in the shape of a heart just above his man hood and she pressed a delicate kiss to it.

Abby took the thick crown to her lips, kissed it then taking it into her mouth, tasting him. It was about time his toes did some curling. It was about time his soul was touched.

She sucked softly and heard him grunt, Abby smiled wickedly to herself. He made her beg, she was going to get even.

"Abby," He growled with a warning.
She glanced up, innocently through her thick lashes with a soft hmmm. "You're teasing me on purpose."

Still staring at him, she shook her head, no, slightly with his tip still in her mouth. His leg twitched and Abby's inner goddess was proud, spurring her on.

"Abby, I'm gonna bend you --- shit!"
Abby took him all the way to the back of her throat, cutting him off. She bobbed her head up and down as his hands tightened in her hair, indicating he was more than enjoying the attention she was giving to him. He held onto her head, fucking her mouth.

Abby felt proud as she made love to his manhood, sucking him, massaging his scrotum delicately kissing him every now and then and stroking him.

"Abby." His jaw clenched as she deep throat, "You want me to beg, want me to come after your mercy, baby?"

She nodded yes, withdrawing to suck rhythmically on the crown.

"Keep sucking." He growled, cupping the back of her hair while he emptied his load in her mouth, thick and hot.

Sucking off his tip, Abby looked up and wiped her mouth, smiling proudly at him.

"I'm gonna kill you, Abby." He growled as he yanked her up on the bed, yanking her legs apart.

The man was an animal, how could he not soften, how could he go so soon again after coming like that.

She whimpered as he shoved into her already waiting entrance. Her body struggled, her hips shifted to accommodate the thick rigid flesh she'd so desperately craved. Yanking her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, Nick slipped a hand beneath her, lifting her as he battered her. She was hypnotized by his breath leaving him in primitive grunts.

His bare skin cool to the touch. His mouth slanted over hers, kissing her slow and deeply, tasting of a hint of cranberry alcohol and his own unique flavor. Her hands slid down his sleekly muscular back, raking.

Abby's smiles was replaced by a frown as Nick slammed into her, rolling his hips. Gripping his hips to ease him, which was no use, she bit down on her bottom lip.

"Oh, you're not laughing anymore?" Nick growled as he pounded into her. Loving the way she squirmed beneath him, chewing on her bottom lip, gripping him tightly.

Abby shut her eyes, not only to savor the intense pleasure soaring throughout her body but also because just the sight of him like this was enough to push her over the edge, his lips slightly parted, his hair messy and damp from perspire, his eyes half closed and every noticeable muscle in his body contracted and released as he moved within her.

"Look at me while I make love to you, Abby," His head swooped down to claim her lips. Then out of breath added, "I love seeing you like this."

She was gonna cum from just the sound of his voice. Abby raked her nails down his back, satisfied when he swore and hung his head low. She gripped his ass, pulling him deeper, feeling the muscles contract with each thrust.

Abby saw her opportunity and with all her strength, she shoved him causing him to roll over and quickly straddled him. Abby smiled down at him mischievously, rested her hands on his broad well sculpted chest and moved her hips back and forth.

"Baby, you're gonna get your damn self pregnant!" Nick hissed through clenched teeth as he gripped her hips. "Thank God you on that pill."

Abby felt her tears starting to rise along with her panic. She tried getting off. A thick lump formed in her throat.

"Shit! Abby!" His hands went to her hips, gripping as he yanked her back down as he felt a few inches slip out. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her down for a deep hot kiss that seemed to stretch across eternity.

There was no way she could dangle over the edge after that kiss. Abby rolled her hips, rocked them, making his thick crown rub that spit inside her.

"Nick, I'm cuming!" She screamed out in ecstasy as she threw her head back.

"Me too, baby!"

And together they both fell off the edge.