by Hannah Ford
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and now he’s looking at me with an expression on his face that I’ve never seen before. It’s serious and searching, filled with want and longing. But there’s something else there, too, something I can’t quite name, something that seems serious, or like whatever he has planned for the next two hours has a certain gravitas.
I know that he wants me to trust him, that he knows that he broke my trust in him with what he did that day on the island.
And something about the way he’s asking the question makes me feel as if he knows that, as if he wants to know that there’s a chance.
“Yes,” I say simply. “I trust you. But I also –”
“You look beautiful,” he says, not wanting to hear any buts, and now his hands are running up the my legs, his thumbs on the inside, his touch warm even through my pantyhose. “You’re so fucking sexy, Abigail. Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been going without your body?”
“I don’t think you have any trouble getting sex, Mr. Armstrong.”
“I haven’t had anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. Ever again.”
I close my eyes as his hands move further up my thighs. Dear God, I tell myself. Just this one time, just this one more time. If whatever it is he does tonight isn’t enough to mend my heart, then I at least want just this one more time with him.
I don’t care if that makes me wrong or weak.
And maybe I’ll regret it, maybe it will leave me even more heartbroken than I’ve already been. But I don’t care.
So when his hands move even higher up my thighs, I don’t stop him.
“Your body,” he sighs. “Jesus, Abigail.” And then he pulls me onto his lap and his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing past the seam, taking me.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and I miss him, I miss this, his kiss, his taste, the powerful feel of his body.
Still.
“I won’t fuck you,” I say, and I move away from him, my butt sliding against his erection as I move back to my side of the car. “Not until you tell me where we’re going.”
His eyes are alight, his breathing labored.
He reaches for me again, and I allow him to pin me to the seat by my hips. “I won’t tell you where we’re going until we get there. But I want to earn you back. Do you understand?”
His thumbs are between my legs now, not touching my pussy, but getting dangerously close.
“Yes, sir,” I say, knowing it will drive him crazy.
He fingers dig into my flesh and the crotch of my pantyhose tears. He digs deeper, the rip getting bigger, until finally, he pulls the ruined hose completely off.
“Show me your pussy.”
I do as I’m told, pulling my panties over to the side, spreading my legs just a little bit until my pussy is on display for him.
“Do you remember?” he asks. “How it felt the first time I fucked you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know how crazy I’ve been going, being away from you?” he whispers. “Jesus, Abigail, I want you. I’ve jerked off so many times thinking about you, but it doesn’t help.”
“Show me,” I say.
His eyes light with surprise, and then he’s taking down his zipper, his cock springing into view.
“Put your finger inside yourself,” he says. “Fuck yourself and remember what it felt like when I took your virginity, when I was the first one allowed inside of that cunt.”
He fists his cock and begins to stroke it, up and down.
“Spread your legs more, angel,” he groans. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
I do as I’m told, my thumb moving over my clit as I watch him jerk off, the fact that I won’t allow him to fuck me making all of this even sexier.
Finally, he moves toward me.
“I’m not going to touch you,” he whispers as he straddles me. “I won’t. I just want to be close to you.”
And now his cock is poised above my pussy and my fingers are working in and out in and out and we fall into a rhythm, his hand stroking his cock while I finger fuck myself. It’s one of the most erotic things we’ve ever done, the two of us connected even as we’re not laying hands on each other.
“I’m going to come soon, sir,” I say, when I can’t take it anymore. “Please, I need to come.”
He moves closer, so close that I can feel the heat coming off of his body, and we both climax at the same time as he comes onto my hand, the sticky heat of him covering my fingers as I push them inside of me, and it’s like I’m filling myself with him.
But as satisfying as it was, I want more of him.
I want all of him.
His cock, his body, his heart.
And all I can do is pray that wherever he’s taking me tonight is going to make that all possible.
The next two hours are going to be the most important of my life.
They will leave me with either a mended heart, a beautiful love story, and redemption.
Or they will leave me shattered beyond repair.
The End of Part Thirteen
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