by Kenna North
“I know, Abby.” Nora smiled at me and a weight lifted. “I’m perfectly aware of your lack of experience, but I’m also aware of your love for what you do, your years of school in this field, and the fact that you actually seem to care about my business, unlike some people. You also bring a fresh perspective, which was the point I tried to make earlier. I trust you, and besides, you’ll never get experience if you don’t begin somewhere. I think this is the perfect place for you.”
Her words warmed me all over, not with embarrassment but pleasure. I clasped my hands in my lap and nodded.
“Michelle,” Nora said, turning back to her, “give Abby the information and go back to your office. I’m sure you have other work to do besides standing here.”
With a huff of breath, Michelle dropped a manila folder onto Nora’s desk, then turned and stalked from the room. It should have felt like a big win for me, but all it did was make my stomach turn with worry. No one had ever glared at me the way Michelle did.
Had she already staked some kind of claim to Nora that I didn’t know about yet? Or was she just jealous for no good reason whatsoever?
Reaching for the file, I tried to swallow my concern. Nora was capable of handling her own business. I just had to sit down, shut up, and let her lead the way.
Chapter 8
Abby sat in the chair next to me, reading the file Michelle left behind. As Abby pursed her lips and turned to another piece of paper, I couldn’t help but stare. She was beautiful to watch, sure, but she was also so smart. I imagined a life with her working beside me, close enough to touch whenever I wanted. For the moment, I allowed myself to indulge in my selfishness and kept her beside me at the desk.
The only problem was other thoughts came up, like fantasizing about what it would be like to take her in my office, knocking everything off my desk to have my way to her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her body, especially after seeing it in all its sweet, innocent glory last night. My pussy had been trigger-happy all day with her at my side, so wet it made it uncomfortable to move. I had to know if she felt the same, but couldn’t find a way to bring up the topic. Being this close to her made my body react like it never had with any other woman.
Then again, no other woman had simply let me be me, gotten to know and appreciate me for more than my family name or big money. Abby had always been there, even when we were apart and despite the difference in age. While other women came and went, I’d never not wanted my sweet Abby.
We wrapped up the day’s work and when she offered her opinion on the advertising firm’s offer, I told her to sleep on it and tell me what she thought in the morning. We ate dinner together, just like the previous night, and settled in the living room for another wine tasting.
I lit the fireplace as the evening air brought a slight chill to the valley. We sipped on a variety of white wines tonight, more of my favorites. We laughed as we sat side by side on the couch, reminiscing about our childhood.
“You know, I always had a crush on you,” Abby said, looking into her wine glass, “but I’m sure you never noticed anything other than an annoying kid who wouldn’t leave you alone when you hung out with my sister.”
“I loved having you around.” I placed my hand over hers. Everything about her felt delicate next to me. I’d always been tall and lanky, but tough. The time in the fields had toughened me even more, building muscle and transforming me from a spoiled rich kid into an imposing businesswoman. And here was lovely Abby, the kind of woman who should be taken and coddled, forever. “I loved it even more today, Abby. I’ve always enjoyed your company, but it’s so much better now than it was back then.”
Abby turned her hand over so our palms touched, then intertwined her fingers in mine. When her gaze met mine, I knew there wouldn’t be any holding back tonight.
“You can’t know how much that means to me,” she said, her voice strained, “but I know this is only... only a business deal. It’s nice of you to indulge me.”
“I’m not just indulging you. This could be so much more than business, if that’s what you want.” I silently hoped for her to give me some confirmation that, yes, this was what she wanted.
She leaned toward me and I could feel her breath on my chin as I gazed down at her.
“I do,” Abby sighed, tilting her head up to me.
Our lips met as I turned my head down to meet her halfway. Sliding my hand behind her hair, I pulled her mouth closer to me and devoured her lips. I couldn’t believe I was finally kissing Abby, a woman I’d wanted for so many years. I’d thought that this day was an impossibility, but here it was and I was tasting her. She was sweet to kiss, her lips soft and pliant beneath mine, her body responsive, and her breath coming in short gasps as I took what I had wanted for so long.
My tongue thrust between her lips, seeking hers, and becoming one as they intertwined. I slipped my other hand behind the small of her back, pulling her closer, wanting her against me. Wanting to claim her. I could feel her breasts crushed against mine, but I wanted her closer. Nothing would be enough until I had all of her, completely, and we were wrapped in each other’s arms, spent and holding one another as we fell asleep.
Could I hope that we might go that far? Or even further, and spend every day for the rest of our lives intertwined and joined together?
I wanted to tear her clothes off and hear the fabric rip under my hands as I stripped her bare underneath me, exposing her to my hands, mouth, and body. I wanted to take her here and now, but resisted the primal urges that pushed at my mind and instead reined in my self-control to kiss her deeper.
I knew I would have her, all of her, all in good time. But I needed to take this slowly, and allow her time to adjust to the idea of being mine. Mine. That was what I wanted. I wanted her to be mine, always and forever. Never to leave, and always to be with me. By my side day and night, never leaving me again. Even if that meant stealing her away from the rest of the world, that’s what I would do.
“You’re so hot, Abby, so beautiful,” I said, pulling my lips from hers. Her head fell back and she looked up at me with dreamy eyes, far away as she smiled. “I want you. I want you tonight, and every night from now until forever. I want you naked under me. I want to feel you, taste you, and fulfill all your desires.”
Abby moaned into my mouth as I pressed my lips to hers again. I slid my tongue along her teeth, tasting the light, sweet flavor of the wine she drank only moments ago. I teased the tip of her tongue, luring it into my mouth so I could suck on it, rolling mine across hers, only to thrust back into her mouth.
I slid my hand from behind her to her belly, and felt it quiver underneath my touch. She pushed against my palm, lowering her body so my fingers slipped across her breasts, her nipples becoming pebble-hard under my searching hand. My hand tightened, gripping her tit under it, and clenching around it. My fingers pinched her nipple lightly, and her head fell back, a deep moan rising from her lips. She pushed against me again, her hips rising off the couch.
“I want you,” she moaned against my mouth.
I heard it, but I pretended she hadn’t said a word. In time, I’d have her do more than telling me. She’d be begging for me to fuck her, to claim her and make her mine.
My hands swept upward, brushing the light straps of Abby’s summer dress from her shoulders. The curve of her pale breasts appeared above her lacy bra, freckles highlighting my view, and I wanted to kiss each and every one of them.
As I pulled her dress down her body, I could see the swell of soft flesh and my very core throbbed with need, wanting Abby to touch and kiss me, to bring me to orgasm as I did the same for her. If I hadn’t been thinking, I’d let my pussy lead the way, straddling her then and there on the sofa, and be damned with the consequences.
But I pulled myself together, not wanting to frighten the woman I had loved for more than a decade. I finally had her where we could do this, where I could finally take possession of the one thing that had eluded me for so long. I’d already dete
rmined she wanted this as much as I did, so there was no more question about whether or not Abby shared my feelings. Now it was just a matter of seeing where those feelings would take us.
Abby pulled her arms from the thin straps, and stretched them above her head in the glow of the firelight. A smile played across her lips as she looked at me with a sexy, wanton gaze, capturing my heart even more. There was no guile there, no greed or agenda. She just wanted me.
“Take me,” she pleaded, and it was music to my ears. “Do whatever you want with me, Nora. I want it all. I want everything you have to give me and I want it now, dammit.”
My hands fell to her thighs, pushing the thin material of her dress upward, gathering it around her waist. I looked down at the cleft of her panties, caught in the crease of her pussy, a wet oval spreading as I looked at what awaited me. I growled as my thumbs hooked the waistband and yanked them down.
“I’ve been wanting this for a very, very long time, Abby,” I told her. “So if you’re offering, I’m taking and there’s no going back.”
She blinked at me and the way her chest rose and fell, I wondered if she might be rethinking her sweet demand. But then she nodded as her entire body flushed pink with excitement. “Whatever you want to do,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Get that ass in the air for me and I’ll show you what I want from you.”
As commanded, Abby raised her ass up, allowing me to free the thin material. I watched as it caught in her cunt for just a moment longer, and then pulled free, exposing her in all her glistening glory to my hungry eyes. I pulled the material free and roughly yanked it off her legs, my eyes never leaving her sweet pussy lips, which unfolded before my ravenous gaze. She was beautiful. I had never seen anything so enticing as her legs opening while I watched.
Her knees fell apart and I slid from the couch to the floor, moving one of her legs to rest over my shoulder and the other beside me. I couldn’t have waited any longer to taste her. I wanted her so badly and I knew I’d come the instant she touched me the way I was about to touch her.
Abby’s hands fumbled behind her, distracting me for a moment, as she released her bra and pulled it free from her tits. They were glorious. Just large-enough rounded mounds that jiggled as she threw her bra over the back of the sofa, allowing me to see her puckered nipples thrusting upward toward me. My mouth fell to them, as my fingers caressed her wet slit.
I sucked Abby’s breast into my mouth, as I slid my hand across her lush pussy. I dragged my teeth across her flesh, catching her nipple between my teeth, my tongue tickling at the tip. She groaned and pushed against me, encouraging me to take more into my mouth as my fingers slipped between her folds, flicking across her clit with each pass.
Kissing my way down her ribs, I reluctantly left her sweet, freckled tits, and worked my way down her belly. Finding her trimmed pubes with my lips, I dropped my mouth to her thigh, and licked upward. I could smell her sweet nectar as I made my way toward her waiting pussy. I watched her hips raise up, her cunt opening as my fingers stroked it. I had dreamed of this for so long, but couldn’t recall what I’d expected now that the real thing was right in front of me. My free hand delved into my pants to finger my pussy, but I stopped, not wanting to arouse myself too much before turning the moment into a reciprocal one. We’d get there, but first I wanted to make sure she knew how much I wanted to worship her.
Abby grabbed my head, moving me toward the ultimate objective, her hips twisting toward my mouth. Her desire was blatant and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste this woman who’d been the object of my desire for so long.
Kissing the crease between her thigh and pelvis, I looked sideways to see what waited for me, and I could feel my entire body shiver as I saw the place I’d wanted to bury my tongue inside of for so long. Her petal-like pussy lips was like an oasis to someone lost in the desert. I moved sideways and kissed those velvety-soft lips.
A burst of nectar and sex invaded my senses. My tongue lapped at the dew and then pushed into the inner folds of her cunt. Oh god, I couldn’t stop myself now if I wanted to. I ran my tongue along her crease, thrusting into her, feeling every contour of her pussy. I was in heaven.
Abby crushed my face into her cunt, pushing against me, her desire forcing me to lick deeper, penetrating her. Eating her was everything I dreamed and more, nuzzling her lips open, filling her pussy with my tongue. The way she moaned and rocked against my face made it even sweeter.
As she writhed under my mouth, I slipped a finger inside her. When it met no resistance, I added a second finger, curling them upward to find her g-spot. Even though I wanted to be on top of Abby, having her eat me out in the same way, I stayed where I was, finger fucking her as I lashed at her clit with my tongue and lips.
She screamed as her body quaked, her nails digging into my scalp as she came. It was the one noise I couldn’t wait to hear from her again and again. Abby’s hips bucked, knocking against my face as she orgasmed. I didn’t stop, though. I wanted her to come more than she ever had before. I wanted her body to know the passion I felt for her, and want more of me before we ever consummated our union with me atop her, demanding she tongue my folds and bring me to the same sweet oblivion.
I didn’t stop licking and fingering her, gobbling her up, until she pushed a hand between my mouth and her pussy. Her breath came in gasps. Even though I didn’t want this to end – even with my body aching to make her mine – I pulled back and gave her a moment. In that brief minute, I envisioned holding her tight and fucking her slowly, while she writhed and moaned beneath me. It’d be a miracle if I held out long enough to get my clothes off.
My hand fumbled at my pants, unzipping them and pushing them to the floor as I rose up. Then I unbuttoned my top and let it fall to the floor. Abby remained sprawled out on the sofa, so I positioned myself, knees on either side of her head and my mouth at her entrance, finally the two of us between each other’s spread legs where we belonged. My head swam as I looked at her body beneath mine.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked.
“More than anything,” Abby answered, her hands grabbing my hips and pulling me down toward her mouth.
I finally felt her tongue against my wet and waiting hole, and couldn’t help but close my eyes, let out a sigh, and sink down atop her. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. And I definitely didn’t want to stop. So I let myself relax against her as her tongue drilled into my pussy, exploring between my folds. Even though I wanted to resume licking her sweet dew, drag her to another orgasm, I forced myself to wait until Abby latched onto my clit and pulled my first orgasm from me. She dragged her nails over my hips as I quaked atop her, my entire body shaking with ecstasy. She tried to pull me down on top of her completely, but still I made myself stop and remain upright, just looking down at her.
The fire popped and sparked, and I admired the beauty that was Abby. She was so soft, warm, and welcoming. I couldn’t have wanted anything more than this moment. I was twined with the woman I loved, and after this, she would be mine. No other person would ever have her, because she was mine. All mine and no one else’s, from now on.
I finally settled against her, lowering myself to push my tongue down into her slit. Her hips rose to meet me. Seconds later I paused, tongue buried deep inside Abby, and hers inside of me, as well. I looked down at her cunt in all its luscious, glistening glory. She looked beautiful, open and needy like that, connected in one of the most intimate ways two women could be.
I furled my tongue around her clit, then sank it back into her again. Again. And again. I ate her like the juiciest and most exquisite fruit, taking my time with her. It took all my willpower to force myself not to come as she did the same to me.
Because her mouth was on me, opening and closing, tongue thrusting and swirling. I started to shiver as my hips lifted up and down, grinding me against her face. When I felt the same tremors scything through her body, only then
did I give in, burying my face against her honeyed flesh and feasting on her as I came.
Together we clutched and shuddered at one another, mouths working furiously at each other’s cunts, drawing out our passion.
Chapter 9
Oh god, she made me feel like I’d never felt before. Shy, but eager, filled, owned. My brain shut down as my body went into overload. I couldn’t separate one sensation from another. Nora’s smooth skin as her head bobbed between my thighs had been just one of many sensations. Now her searching, penetrating tongue swirled inside me, spreading me, filling me. Her strong hands dug into my thighs, pulling them even farther apart.
I knew she would leave small bruises, marking me as hers. Everything in her touch was barely-restrained need. Hunger. For me. The predatory smile on her face when we’d begun, before she’d lowered her lips and teeth to my nipple, had left me shivering with excitement. All she had to was look at me, and my sensitive flesh tingled under her attention.
Now we’d gone all the way and there was no coming back from that. I wanted her to leave her marks on me. When I woke up tomorrow, I wanted to see where she’d been. A reminder that she’d wanted me so badly, she couldn’t control herself. I wanted to feel the souvenir of this moment for days to come, Nora claiming of me as her own, her ownership of me as I completely surrendered.
Passion, I knew, didn’t need to be reserved for a man and woman who couldn’t get enough of one another. No. That feeling was universal regardless of gender or anything else, and Nora was the center of everything for me right now.
My head cleared, followed by my vision. Nora had drawn back slightly, after pulling me to the very edge. So I did the same, whining with need. She could have come and chose not to, and I wanted to know why. I wanted her to lose control now. I wanted to see feel her locked around me with the same intensity she’d made me feel only moments prior.