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Her breathing becomes labored, and she nibbles at her bottom lip to attempt to
stifle her moans. Thrilled to be getting pleasured out in the open, her body is
already getting close. I know it won’t take long to tip her into an abyss of
pleasure.
I add another finger, curling them up towards my palm and gently massaging the
spot inside that sends shivers throughout her body. My heart races and a spurt of
precum splashes on the inside of my swimsuit as I watch the pleasure consume
her.
Her damp skin is flushed with warmth. Her entire body is quivering as she’s slowly
swirling her hips to match my pace. The way she’s biting her lip and the arousal
shining beneath her eyes.
She’s so sexy when she’s on the verge of climaxing. I don’t know how I’m going
to fight the urge to fuck her until we get
back to our room.
“Oh, god!” she whimpers and grips onto the towel beneath her.
Knowing that she’s right near erupting, my fingers add more pressure, coaxing
out her orgasm. Her hips rock faster sync with my two digits, and I feel each
tremor that washes through her body until finally an eruption of pleasure takes
over and she cums hard into my hand.
I slow my movements and eventually remove my fingers, now covered in her slick
juices. Abby sighs in contentment as she comes down from her high. I grin at her
and proceed to lick her sweetness from my flesh, feeling satisfied with the
knowledge that I could
make her climax so hard with just my hand.
I kiss her lips and a hushed moan gets caught in her throat when she tastes her
arousal on my mouth. “Let’s get your back to the room,” I say to her in between
my breathless panting. “I have plans to make you cum many more times
before we leave here.”
Luke
Abby and I can’t keep our hands off each other as we make our way to our suite.
There’s an older man standing in front of us on the elevator, occasionally casting
me a proud smile when he catches glimpses of us from the comer of his
eye.
I have my arm wrapped tightly around her the entire time until we reach our
floor. There is no way I’m letting her go for
one moment.
She’s wiggling and grinding her ass on my hand, tempting me to strip her naked
right here in the hallway. It was all I could do to force myself to wait until we got
inside.
“I bet you can’t wait any longer, Abby says in my ear. Her hands gliding over my
swim trunks making my erection throb against her light touch.
It’s almost unfathomable. Since I’ve known her, she’s gone from a shy, innocent
virgin to now being a damn temptress. Unafraid to show me how badly she wants
to be filled and claimed over and over.
“If you keep it up, I may just have to fuck you right here,” I groan as her fingers
rub on my cock, teasing me.
I push her against the wall a few feet away from the door to our
room. Her breathing is shallow and I can feel her heart beating hard against her
chest. “Or maybe you’d like that?” I say. sliding a hand to her perky, full breast.
“Risk being seen by someone while my cock is buried in your tight pussy?”
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“Mm,” is all she’s able to respond back to me. Too far gone in her arousal to think
of anything else to say.
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Her body shifts around until she’s pressing her eager cunt onto my aching
hardness. For a moment, I contemplate it. Pulling her bikini bottoms to the side
just enough so that I could sink into her wet pussy wouldn’t be impossible. But
before I can make a move, my phone’s chiming in my pocket. I pull it out and see
that it’s Damon and he only calls when it’s an important matter regarding one of
our clients.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a groan. “I have to take this, it’s my partner at the firm.”
Abby shrugs her shoulders, “It’s ok, it gives me time to take a shower.”
I open the door to our suite and answer the call, eyes glued to Abby’s perfect,
round ass jiggling with each step she takes toward the bathroom. The shower
turns on and while Damon carries on about one of our high–profile clients, my
mind is on one thing only.
Abby’s firm, young body getting soaked with warm water while she’s washing
herself. How it must look as the suds slide over her breasts and continue down to
her bare mound.
Shit, why did he have to call now of all times?
By the time the water turns off, Damon is finally wrapping up the business talk.
I’m caught off guard when he asks me what I’m doing for the weekend. And
without thinking, I lie and tell him just be catching up with some paperwork and
taking it easy. I don’t mention Abby to him.
A couple of minutes later, we finish our conversation just as Abby is walking out
of the bathroom wearing nothing but the complimentary cotton towel from the
resort. Her supple skin is still damp from the water and the white fabric is clinging
to her curves
“Did you want to shower?” she asks me in a low voice, barely above a whisper.
With her eyes cast down, she opens her mouth as if she wants to ask me
something but then she stops herself.
I I
ep toward her and place a tender kiss on her exposed shoulder. I deeply inhale,
taking in the subtle lavender aroma the body wash that had yet to fade from her
skin.
Now that she’s freshly bathed, I guess it’s only fair that I take a quick shower right
before we begin our dirty play. There are so many filthy things that I want to do
with her, not one piece of furniture in this room will be left undisturbed.
“I’ll be quick,” I say to her and give her right ass cheek a light spank which elicits a
little yelp from her,
By the time I’m done with my shower, my cock is ready to erupt. The whole time
all I could think about was Abby waiting for me wearing only that tiny, white
fabric wrapped around her sexy body.
I step out of the bathroom with just a towel tied around my hips, beads of water
dripping from my hair into my eyes was in too much of a rush to give a damn
about drying it.
I
Abby’s sitting in the lounge, glancing up at me with a hint of sadness beneath her
bright, wide eyes. A pang of worry gets caught in my chest as I slowly approach
her.
“Is something wrong?” I ask her, reaching out for her hand and pulling her closer
to me. I can’t bear the thought of anything bothering her
your partner…” she
There’s a drawn–out moment of silence before she speaks. “When you were on
the phone with your starts and pauses as if she’s trying to gather the courage to
finish her question.
“Damon? What about it? I’m racking my brain trying to figure out why she would
be upset about my having a conversation with him.
It’s only when she opens her mouth to proceed that it hits me. “I overheard you
lying to him about your weekend plans,” her voice is a shaky whisper. “You didn’t
mention me. Why not?”
My stomach tightens as guilt washes over me. I didn’t think she could hear me
while she was in the bathroom shouldn’t have lied to my business partner, but
there was a reason why I did
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But before I can explain myself, Abby pulls away from me and moves to the other
end of the couch. She stares at me with sadness and anxiety washing over her
face. “Are you ashamed to be with me?” she questions, her tone growing
louder.
“What of course not.”
Tears well in her eyes and her bottom lip begins to quiver. It’s killing me to see
her upset like this. Even if I’m the cause
of it.
“Am I just a young piece of ass to you? Someone that’s just temporary and who
you’d never take seriously? her voice is trembling, and she rapidly blinks away her
tears.
“No, I care deeply for you,” I tell her, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible.
I’m angry at myself and feel like such an asshole for making her question my
intentions.
I want to reach out to her and hold her body tightly against mine while
apologizing for making her feel this way. Her eyes are anxiously searching mine
for evidence of my truthfulness.
I need to tell her why I didn’t mention her to Damon. I need her to know that it
wasn’t my intent to make her believe that she’s nothing more than a meaningless
fling
I move closer to her, and reach out my hand to cup her face, rubbing my thumb
over her soft skin. She leans into my touch and my heart races at the contact. She
looks up at me, her eyes flooded with a mix of uncertainty, worry, and desire.
“Abby, I swear to you that you mean so much more to me than just a temporary
fling,” I say to her in a hushed voice. “1 want to be with you and I’m sorry that I
lied to my partner.”
She inhales deeply and I sense her body tensing. She continues to stare at me,
waiting for my explanation.
“I was worried about mentioning you to him,” I continue, and feel a weight lift
from my chest as the words proceed to fall out of me. “Damon’s son is a good
friend of Jason’s. I didn’t want him to find out about us that way. I wanted to be
the one to tell him.”
Her eyes widen and her expression softens a little. “Oh, I understand,” she
responds meekly. What little doubt she had about me is being slowly washed
away as she realizes my concern.
I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on her
knuckles. She shivers at my touch, her body starting to relax. I can see the internal
struggle within her, the fear of me becoming bored of her and discarding her
once I’m done combined with the crazed lust that both her heart and mind feel
for me.
“I would never do anything to hurt you, Abby,” I say to her while pulling her body
closer to mine. The hem of her towel slides higher up her thighs, revealing her
bare mound.