Aimless h.s.

Chapter 21

Harry

There were no words. I had held Abby all night and she hadn't woken up screaming one time. Now that I knew the horror she'd lived through, I wondered what she was dreaming that caused her to scream. I knew it had to do with her mother. There was more to that story than she'd told me but for now that was all she wanted me to know. It was enough.

I watched her sleep peacefully beside me as the sun rose and the early morning daylight began to dance across the water. Having her in my room and in my bed was perfect. Nothing had ever been this perfect. But my chest was tight and my heart felt heavy. There was so much pain and emotional abuse that Abby had suffered and I wasn't sure how to help her heal.

She stirred in my arms and I kissed the tip of her nose. She was mine. I would take care of her. I wanted to help her forget all this pain and darkness in her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Good morning," I told her as she stretched in my arms with a sleepy smile.

"I don't think I've slept that hard in a very long time," she said then stifled a yawn.

"It's because I'm so damn comfortable," I teased.

"I agree. All this softness is comfy," she said and grinned wickedly at me.

"Softness? I'll show you softness," I said flipping her on her back to press my morning hard-on against the crotch of her panties. "There's nothing soft about that."

She made a purring sound and opened her legs so that I'd fit comfortably between them. "No, nothing soft at all," she agreed and lifted her hips to rub against me.

I could feel the wet silk of her panties through my underwear and I groaned in pleasure. She was already wet.

"I was gonna get up and make you breakfast," I said as she continued to rub her damp pussy

against my cock.

"Hmmm, that's sweet. Why don't you make love to me first," she said, reaching for the bottom of my tee shirt I'd dressed her in last night before bringing her to bed. I'd also taken the liberty of taking off her bra because those couldn't be comfortable to sleep in. This morning both round globes bounced freely in my face and I forgot about the breakfast and my good intentions. Even the words 'make love to me' that had startled me at first no longer mattered. Abby was in my bed and she was getting naked. She started shimmying out of her panties when I decided to catch up and jerked my shirt off and then pulled my boxers off and tossed them aside.

Abby opened her legs and smiled naughtily up at me.

"Put it in bare. You can pull out," she said, lifting her hips up to me in invitation.

Pulling out wasn't always safe but fuck me I didn't care right now. I wanted inside her without a barrier and the sweet nectar dribbling out of her opening was more than I could handle.

I pressed her knees open and plunged in.

We both cried out in pleasure as I filled her in one swift move. The heat was so soft and tight around me. I'd never felt it like this before. I was so close to coming already that I had to hold still.

"Harry, this feels so good. You feel so good. I need you close. So close," she panted as her chest rose and fell under me.

I reached down and rubbed her clit with my finger using the juice from her pussy to stimulate it. She began to buck under me and I moved in and out of her slowly. Once she lost it and the walls of her heat started squeezing me I was going to have to pull out. I was too close. The sensation was killing me.