Protecting Abigail

by R. R. Banks

  Xavier sits back, grasping the waistband of my pants. He eases them down over my hips before removing his own, leaving us totally bare before each other. He comes back down to rest over me, bringing his mouth to suckle at my breast as his fingertips touch the sides of my rib cage. They run down over the swell of my hips, inspiring me to part my thighs, bringing him closer to me.

  The tip of Xavier's engorged cock brushes the most sensitive parts of me, and my back arches up off the bed. I want so much more of him, but he pulls away from me. Getting off the bed, he jogs across his bedroom into the bathroom. I hear a cabinet open, and a second later he has returned. I see a condom packet in his hand, and he uses his teeth to rip it open. Rolling it into place as he climbs up onto the bed, Xavier takes his place over me again. Now the nerves rush into me. I want him. I crave him in a way I never knew was possible, yet there's a sense of anxiety as I wonder what will happen in the next second. In one slow, careful movement, he answers my question. A moan slips from my lips as Xavier sinks deeply and slowly into me. As he fills me, my body wrapping around him, welcoming him, Xavier tucks his head down against my neck, and I feel his breath trail down my body. He stays that way for a few seconds before gripping my hips to hold himself steady and begins rolling his hips against me.

  Each stroke feels impossibly deep and intense as Xavier massages my tight walls with his powerful cock. Xavier takes hold of my hands, pressing our palms to each other and intertwining our fingers. Sweeping my arms up over my head, he lifts up to give himself more leverage. Moving slowly, he presses deeper, looking into my eyes to gauge my reaction. Suddenly he rolls to his side, and releases one of my hands, guiding my leg up over his hip, causing his body to grind against my clit, creating an almost unbearable pleasure.

  Xavier grasps my thigh, his fingertips digging tightly into my skin. He tucks his hips and catches my mouth for another kiss. The combination of dizzying sensations causes my body to crash around him, clenching down and squeezing him as I scream out with powerful, overwhelming pleasure. A second later, Xavier throbs within the condom inside me, growling as my body welcomes the pulses of his climax with my own spasms.

  Our bodies meld, our mouths almost frantic as our hands caress another as we ride the delirious waves sweeping over us. The outside world seems to disappear, and I cling to Xavier, not wanting this feeling to ever end. When I finally feel drained, Xavier kisses my neck while I lean forward, licking the sweat from his shoulder. We relax onto the bed and stare into each other's eyes. Our movements have slowed, but we continue to explore each other with lazy, languid hands. Every few seconds, we lean toward one another and kiss softly. Finally, my eyes close, and I feel myself drift off, feeling his chest rise and fall against me as he breathes, his strong arms protecting me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Abigail

  My body is warm and humming with a renewed sense of energy when I open my eyes the next morning. I roll over and shift my body to nuzzle into Xavier. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. His fingertips slowly trace the side of my face, brushing strands of hair back behind my ear. Lifting up slightly, he presses his lips to mine. I moan happily as I melt into the kiss. We cuddle this way until my alarm goes off, and we reluctantly climb out of bed to start the day. After sharing a shower, Xavier offers me a pair of his lounge pants that I roll several times at the waist before pairing them with a plain white t-shirt. The smell of coffee fills the air as I walk into the living room, and I have a brief moment of panic that I'm going to turn the corner and see Ruth standing there.

  "She has the day off," Xavier says as if reading my mind. "I set the coffee before we left yesterday."

  He smacks my ass playfully as he walks by toward the kitchen. I follow him.

  "Oh, you did, did you? So very confident in yourself, weren’t you?"

  "Actually, no," he says with a laugh. "I just knew I wasn't going to be getting a lot of sleep last night either way."

  We both take large mugs of black coffee into the living room with us, and Xavier settles a plate of croissants onto the table in front of the couch. I sip on my coffee and nibble on a croissant and butter before I realize he's looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

  "Is something wrong?" I ask.

  "Can I ask you something?"

  I nod.

  "Of course."

  "Why did you stay with Trevor for so long?"

  If I had known in advance he was going to ask me that, it would hit me much harder and be painful as hell to think about. But after what he told me about himself last night, he is more than entitled to find out about my past, leaving the question to roll over me with almost no effect. I realize I finally feel distanced. I feel like I'm looking into another existence.

  "My father was abusive," I begin. It feels like a revelation to speak the words out loud. “It was psychological and emotional. He would scream at us, criticize us, and try to control every move we made. Dear old Dad knew he could break us down to absolutely nothing and leave us feeling like we were completely worthless."

  "I knew Evan had a tough time when he was younger," Xavier admits. "He never really got into the details, but it was enough for me to get the gist of it. That's how I first heard about you. He told me he left home as soon as he was old enough, but he always wished he could have taken you with him. Evan knew you were too young, and that your parents would never give him the permission he needed to become your guardian."

  "He told me," I say. "I didn't know until recently how hard that was on him. I thought he was just happy to be gone. When he left, things got so much worse. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to feel bad for being able to escape. I was so happy that he didn't have to deal with our father. It made me more willing to accept what was happening to me because I knew it wouldn’t happen to Evan anymore. Then I started noticing signs that he was physically abusing my mother. I confronted her about it, but she denied everything. Even when it was so obvious, she would never come out and just tell me what was going on. She refused to protect me or even admit that anything was happening to me. That's when I started dating Trevor. He was so nice to me at the beginning. I felt like he treasured me. He was nice to me, and I craved that attention. I spent more and more time with him, and he convinced me, masterfully, that he was the only person in the world who truly cared about me at all."

  "One night, my father went after me physically. My mother wouldn't do anything to stop him, or protect me. I knew I had to get out of the house, because it was only going to get worse. It was right after my eighteenth birthday, so technically there was nothing they could do about it. He had already started to show subtle signs of changing, but I refused to pay any attention to them. I clung to the first man who showed me any attention, and any level of interest, and I was so desperate for it to continue that I refused to acknowledge anything that was happening. He made me feel special at the beginning, and by the time I recognized he was also acting abusive toward me, I was in too deep. I hadn't even recognized it was starting to happen because I was so accustomed to it from my father."

  "Why didn't you leave once you realized he was abusive?"

  "I thought he would grow out of it, or that I would be able to change how he acted. There was a part of me that thought I would eventually figure out how to behave so he wouldn’t have a reason to get angry. It made him feel good about himself to have absolute power over me. If I could just do what he wanted, then he wouldn't have to try to force me. There are a lot of times when I can still hear his voice, or I start to do something, and I'll stop because I know he wouldn't want me to do it. I'm not used to being as happy and comfortable as I am with you. I have to convince myself it's my brain that doesn’t know what to do with this good of a life, so it has to try to convince me that something is wrong.”

  Xavier takes the cup of coffee out of my hand and places it on the table alongside his. Taking me by my hips, he picks me up and places me on his lap, wrapping his powerful arms around me. He presses a
delicate kiss to the center of my chest before touching another to my lips.

  "You’re safe now, Abigail," he says. "You are right here with me, and there's nothing wrong in the world."

  Xavier

  Three weeks later

  I dive into the water and glide around half the length of the pool before coming up for air. I crest the top of the water and turn around to see Abigail paddling over to me, her mouth curved in a smile, her messy locks wet and strewn across her face. The sight of her soaking wet, wearing only a bikini, makes my lower belly clench and my cock twitch. She swims over to me and splashes me playfully as a giggle escapes her lips.

  I reach over and scoop her to me, leaving our faces just inches from one another. I look deeply into her eyes, and it feels like time has stopped for the moment. The smile fades from her mouth and is replaced by carnal lust, and I crush my mouth into hers without a second thought. She wraps her arms around my neck and our mouths open, allowing our tongues to explore each other. I feel her wrap her legs around my waist, and my cock jumps toward her, yearning to be buried inside her tight pussy. I walk to the edge of the pool and press her against it, as her hand reaches down inside my shorts and clasps my shaft. Her eyes grow wider, and a sinful smile crosses her face.

  I reach behind her and undo the bikini top and see the strings float away. As I undo the strings behind her neck, Abigail slips my shorts down, my cock barely held inside the thin material. She pulls again, and it springs free, settling between her legs, instantly feeling her warmth even inside the cool waters of the pool. She squeezes her legs shut and I pull her closer to me, rubbing my shaft across her sweet lips, separated only by the soft, thin bikini bottom. I clasp her face in my hands and kiss her again, before pulling back a step. Her mouth opens in protest, but I place one finger over her lips to shush her.

  "Just a second," I say, diving toward the edge of the pool.

  Pushing myself up onto the edge, I feel my shorts fall completely off into the pool. I smile back at her as I stand on the edge of the pool, basking in the freedom and excitement of the moment. Abigail's eyes settle on my throbbing cock as I turn to find my bag. A second later, I’m walking back to the edge of the pool, ripping the condom package open with my teeth.

  I sit down on the tiled edge, and before I can begin to place the condom on, Abigail floats between my legs. She puts one hand on either of my thighs, and I watch as she slides out her tongue and rolls it underneath my cock before taking the tip into her mouth. I watch her slowly take me deeper into her mouth, relishing in the warmth as she slides down as far as she can. I close my eyes for a moment as she begins to stroke me, pulling me deeper into her mouth. A groan of pleasure escapes my lips.

  After a few moments, I can't take it any longer. I pull away from her and dip into the pool, sliding the condom onto my cock in one fluid motion. I grab her by the hips and spin her around, lifting her and setting her on the edge of the pool where I had just been. She giggles as I pull her out of the water and the playful sound makes my cock surge in desire. I rip at the strings of her bikini bottom and watch them fall away. She pulls them off as I slide her forward toward me. I hunger for the taste of her and refuse to wait any longer.

  I hear her gasp as my tongue slides through her folds and finds her taut clit. Her hand reaches down to grasp at my hair as I swirl my tongue around her, tasting her sweet natural juices as her body prepares itself for my cock. I slide my right hand toward her opening and feel the warm wetness, beckoning me to enter. I slide a finger inside and hear her moan above me. My tongue continues to flick at her clit as my fingers slide in and out of her slick opening, massaging the sensitive spot inside with the pad of my thumb

  In just moments, she is close to an orgasm already, and I increase my pace. Her moans have escalated into loud whimpers as I focus on her pleasure. I feel her legs begin to shake and her whimpers turn into muffled screams as I press my tongue against her hard clit. Abigail yells out, and her entire body bucks forward into me, her breath catching as she rides the intense orgasm.

  When I feel her finally begin to regain control of herself, I reach for her ass, pulling her into the water with me. I press her against the wall of the pool again and feel her wrap her legs around me as I reach down and guide my cock to her opening, pressing inside slowly, allowing her a moment to stretch to accommodate me. She slowly slides down on me, breathing deeply to control herself and relax as she settles herself onto my girth. I press forward to give her as much of me that can fit inside her, and she moans into my ear, nearly pushing me over the edge.

  I can feel the orgasm building inside of me and I know I can only take so much more before I explode. I begin to thrust faster now as Abigail raises her legs to my shoulders. I press forward, nearly bending her in half as I pound into her with a hunger I have never experienced before. With each thrust, my body brings itself closer to an orgasm that I am not sure I’ll be able to control. I thrust harder into Abigail and hear her crying out in pleasure below me. The sounds of her ecstasy push me over the edge as I bite her shoulder to keep from shouting. I feel my cock explode as I come, and I almost lose the ability to hold myself up. She kisses me on my shoulder and strokes my dark hair as we both slowly come down, my body still weak from my monumental climax. I feel happier and more relaxed than I have in as long as I can remember.

  Abigail

  My body has never felt pleasure like Xavier gives me. I never thought it was capable of it.

  My mind has never felt peace and comfort like Xavier offers me. I never thought it existed.

  My heart has never felt love like Xavier creates in me. I never thought I was worthy of it.

  How did I discover something this incredible? Could it possibly be real? Or am I imagining it all?

  If I am, I never want to know. I want this to go on for the rest of my life.

  ********

  August

  Anna does a little skip as we make our way down the sidewalk. I take her hand and she swings it between us, turning to smile broadly at me. She recently lost her first tooth and loves to proudly display the gap. I got to be with her the night she tucked it so carefully beneath her pillow, and then with Xavier later as he drew it carefully from under her head and replaced it with a tiny envelope holding a dollar bill and a note I had written to her as the tooth fairy. The next morning, she was beyond thrilled, and I felt a warmth in my heart I had never felt before. I had always wanted to be a teacher and always loved children, but I've never felt this way about one before. Being around Anna has renewed a stirring inside me. The thought of being a mother had disappeared from my mind and heart years ago, but this little girl has revived it.

  "I hear someone has a birthday in just a few weeks," I say.

  She looks up at me again and does another little skip.

  "Me!" she says.

  "You?" I asked with mock surprise. "It's you who has a birthday?"

  She giggles, and nods enthusiastically.

  "Yes," she says. "It's in three weeks."

  "And how old are you going to be? Twenty-seven?"

  "No," she says. "Just seven." She shakes her head is if completely exasperated by my silliness. "Oh, Abigail."

  I laugh.

  "Just seven? Alright. If you say so. Have you been thinking about your party?"

  "Yes! I have all kinds of plans."

  "You do? Why don't you tell me about some of them?"

  "Well, I need to pick the right theme. I have a couple of different ones I've been thinking about, and I can't decide which one would make the best party…”

  We pause at the crosswalk among a cluster of other people waiting to make their way to the other side of the street. Most of them are probably doing the same as Anna and me – visiting the row of food shops that dot this block. We’re picking up fresh meat, cheese, and bread before going to the Farmers Market at the end to stock up on late summer vegetables. This is my favorite time of the year for food other than Thanksgiving, and my brain is buzzing wit
h all of the recipes and ideas I have for the groceries we'll bring home. Xavier has been giving Ruth more and more time off lately, which leaves me with almost daily access to the spectacular chef’s kitchen in his apartment, and I intend to take advantage of it for as long as possible.

  The light changes, and all of us standing on the corner start our hustle across the street and onto the sidewalk on the other side. Anna has already started down the path when something out of the corner of my eye causes me to pause. I look but don't see anything. The feeling rapidly creeping along my skin remains even as we walk into the butcher shop, and I look over my shoulder every few steps.

  Done with the first shop, we move on to the cheese counter, where I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I hurry Anna out of the store. We've only gone a few steps when we encounter another throng of people congesting the sidewalk. Desperation fills me, but I struggle not to let Anna see it.

  Suddenly, I feel a hand touch the back of my shoulder. It doesn't grab me or pull on me. There's almost no pressure to the touch at all. Instead, it feels like someone’s fingers were resting on my shoulder before running down my spine until naturally falling away from me. I whip around to try to remove the feeling, and just steps away from me is Trevor.