“How do I believe that? I’ve seen the guests and beautiful women on the beach. I can’t compete with that.”
“Who says you have to compete? If anything, women need to compete with you.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“If you don’t believe that, then we’ll never work. You need to trust in me and what we are.” I don’t know how else to make her see this. I’m going to have to show her over the next week that she can trust me.
“My last boyfriend said all of these things you’re saying now. He begged me to trust in us when he would go away on business trips or had to work late. He just forgot to mention that he had a wife.”
“You’ve been cheated on before, so that means every man after is a cheater?” I’m livid that because of her ex, she doubts me.
“Cash,” Abby says to me with tears in her eyes. She runs her hand down my cheek and jawline in a soft touch. “I’m sorry that you see it that way, but when someone, male or female, puts all their love and trust in someone, and that person betrays you, then they’re always going to be cautious. I’m terrified of giving my heart to someone. I even pulled away from those four people in the next room.”
“Abby, that’s a miserable life to live,” I say with sincerity, taking her hands in mine.
“Cash, what about you and Robin? This is the same situation. I was cheated on, and she dumped you for another man making you give up on love.”
“I do not understand why you pull away from your friends and family.”
“Everyone will leave me. Max will get married, move on with his life and forget me. My other siblings did it. I’m nothing special and never will be.” She gets up to pace the room.
“What happened to the girl that I met online who would flirt, laugh and talk with me for hours about nothing? What’s changed?” I can’t believe how sad this girl in front of me is. Who would do something like this to her self-esteem?
“I can easily play a role online. I can hide behind a screen, cell phone, or even a voice program. I can say what I want you to hear without you seeing my eyes.”
“Your eyes do give you away. We’re going to start Skype video calls from now on.” The sadness I’m seeing in her is breaking my heart. I move closer to her. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“Let me show you that you can trust me, maybe even love me. If you give me a fraction of your heart, I will treasure it.”
“What happens after this week?” she asks in a hushed tone. She’s sitting on the bed next to me; I align us so our knees are touching and our pinkies are intertwined.
“I honestly have no clue. I wish I had the answers. I just have a lot of questions.”
“What questions do you have?”
“I bet they’re the same as yours. Should we try a long distance relationship? Do we part ways after healing each other to find love with other people? Do we run to Vegas and get married? My favorite one, do I tie you to my bed and never let you out of my sight?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, and we laugh. “Abby, I don’t have a crystal ball to know the future, but I know I want us to do whatever it takes to be happy. We’ve been through too much in our lifetime to give up on love. We deserve to be happy.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Because you taught me this when I didn’t want to live. Let me show you that you deserve better and can have it if you just let yourself.” I kiss her because I don’t want to wait any longer, and this is one way to show her that I mean what I say. She moans into my mouth and scoots closer to me. I need this girl like I needed to breathe. I need to break off the kiss now, or I’m going to be inside her before we’re ready for that.
ABBY
The closer I get to him the more I feel his erection against my thigh. His kiss is doing something to me that I can’t explain. Can trust him with my heart? If he ever hurt me, it would truly be my undoing. He breaks the kiss, pulling back. “Abby,” he says, trying to catch his breath.
“Cash, please be gentle with my heart.”
“I will cherish it like it’s my own.” I kiss him this time and try to convey what I’m feeling. I move my hands up his stomach under his t-shirt, and he sucks in a breath. The higher I go, the more my body reacts. My hand rests on his heart, and I feel his pulse racing.
“Abby please,” he pleads.
“Please, what?”
“You need to stop touching me, or we’re going to have sex right now. This is torture.” I tilt my head and stand up, shutting off the light to allow just the glow of the bathroom light is spilling out from under the door to fill the room. He’s on me in a heartbeat. Kissing me until we slowly slide down onto the bed.
“Abby, this is going to be fast the first time. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for seventeen months, eighteen days, five hours and ten minutes.” He pretends to look at a watch on his wrist that he isn’t wearing. “Five hours and ten minutes, huh?” I repeat, giggling.
“I made that up. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“Yes, sir.” We’re like two teenagers in the back of the car. Kissing, panting and trying to touch every inch of each other. His hands wander down my sides, and I keep pulling them up to my shoulders and breasts. His hands have a mind of their own and travel their way back down my body. I need to get him off of me.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, confused.
“I just don’t want you to touch me there that is all.” He reaches for the light, and I stop him. “Now what?”
“I like the lights off,” I tell him in a no nonsense tone.
“But I want the lights on. I want to look into your eyes the first time I slide into you. I want to see your face when I make you cum. I want to be looking at you as we make love,” he says sweetly as he kisses my nose. I smile, his touch filling me with warmth.
“Sorry, the lights stay off.”
“Do you trust me?” he asks, standing up. I look him up and down; I can see his erection through his shorts, and I swallow hard. I need to get a grip on my emotions. Did I trust him? I know that I should.
“I want to.”
He smiles and takes my hand. He leads me into the bathroom silently, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to try something with you, and I need your trust right now.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get naked.”
“Umm, no! What makes you think that I’d strip in the bathroom if I wouldn’t turn on the light in the bedroom?”
“Stop being so stubborn and just do it. Please, for me.”
“Why?” My insecurities are flaring up as I stand with my arms wrapped around my waist, trying to cover up my love handles, or as my dad would call them, my handlebars.
“Abby, you are so fuckin sexy, and you don’t even see it. I want to try something with you if you allow me.” I look at him through the mirror and nod my head.
I take a deep breath and find the courage to whisper my greatest insecurity out loud. “I’m too fat and ugly to be sexy.” Tears form in my eyes as I make my confession. He looks at me with compassion in his eyes as he wipes away my tears.
“Let me show you how sexy you are. You just need to relax and let me take the lead. Can you do that?”
I look at him and can feel my insides get excited with his words. Does he find me sexy? “I can try, but be patient with me.”
He kisses my temple. “I can be very patient; we have all night, my love. Now strip. I need you to be totally naked for this experiment that I have planned for you.”
I’m nervous, but I do as he says, covering my eyes, so I don’t have to see myself naked. I hate this part, and I can’t understand why he’s doing this to me. He grabs my hands and put them to my sides.
“Open those beautiful eyes,” he orders. “Good girl.” He takes a step back and asks me to spin around. I figure it’s better to do as I’m told since there’s no way I’m getting out of it. “So fucking sexy,” he mumbles in a low voice. Our eyes connect i
n the mirror, and I see something that wasn’t there before. Lust. Desire. I blush when he notices me staring at him. “Are you ready?” he winks at me.
“No, but you’re going to do it anyway so I guess I can’t fight it.”
He laughs. “Very true, my love. I want you to stay still unless I tell you different. Always, and I mean it, always keep your eyes open.”
I nod because I want to get this over with. Being this vulnerable and exposed is getting to me. His hands dive into my hair, and he lets it slide through his fingers. He leans down and inhales deeply.
“Your hair is so long and beautiful. I love the smell of it. I need to make sure to have your shampoo in my bathroom so I can smell you when I’m alone. My first reaction is to grab and twist it around my hand so I can gain complete control of you.” He demonstrates what he means by moving my head so he can kiss my neck. I let out a moan as he starts to nibble and suck. “No matter what way I tug it; I can see that beautiful neck. I want to give butterfly kisses and mark you as mine like I just did.”
He traces his finger down my jawline from my ear. I feel myself getting wet with just his touch and kisses. “All these places my lips and tongue will be on as soon as I get you underneath me. There won’t be a spot on this body that hasn’t been touched or kissed by me.” He brings his hands to my DD breasts and starts massaging them. Holding them in his hands, he pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, making me yelp in surprise at the pleasure I feel. “I’ve always been an ass man, but now that I got a look at these, I’m starting to think maybe I’m a tits man.”
He circles to the front, bends his head and takes one of my nipples in mouth, moaning. He switches sides, ensuring to pay each equal attention. Caught up in the moment, I lost my balance grabbing his shoulders to steady myself. He smirks at me. “God I can’t get enough of you, and I’ve only explored a small portion of your body. I need to be inside you so bad that it hurts, but I’m going to continue with this then you’ll be mine. Got it?”
I’m shocked by his desire for me. “God yes!” I breathe out my chest heaving.
“My cock is going to slide between these fantastic tits and I’m going to cum all over you.” I think he would take me here and now if wasn’t so focused on showing me how sexy I am. He’s behind me now, still playing with my breasts his erection poking me in the ass. I decide to push my fears aside be a participant instead of a spectator. I put my ass in front of his erection and start to move seductively back and forth. Watching him in the mirror, I see him close his eyes, his head dropping back. He’s enjoying this, and I’m surprised at how much I’m enjoying it as well. I don’t feel ugly; I feel beautiful each time he touches me.
He’s torturing me and the more I move my ass against his rock hard cock, I know I’m affecting him too. “Abby,” he groans in disappointment when I stop moving. I need to know what he has planned for me, so I take a step forward, hoping to urge him to continue with his experiment. I’d been reluctant to do this, but the more he talks and touches, the more I craved feeling the sexiness that he sees in me.
“Take your hands and play with your tits, tug those hard nipples like I was just doing.” I obey and start touching myself. My senses are on overload. “I think that I might keep touching your sides to get that laugh out of you. Your laugh is something that has gotten me through some bad days.”
I nod my head because I understand what he means. His hands trail back to my hips, and a lust filled look crosses his face. I know he’s imagining what he’s going to do with me.
“These hips were made for my hands and me. I can grip them when I’m bending you overtaking you from behind. I don’t even have to worry about you breaking in half when I decide to pound you so fucking hard. I can tell by that look in your eyes that you want it just as much as I do.”
I blush at his words. I’ve never been a girl who likes dirty talk, but Cash and his words are getting me all hot and bothered. He’s truly is ruining me for other guys. “Then there’s this ass.” He moves in front of me and kisses me while grabbing my ass. “Perfection,” he whispers on my lips. I suck in a breath. “Should I stop or continue?”
“Please continue,” I urge him.
He drops to his knees, eye level with my pussy. He takes a deep breath and licks his lips. “I can smell your arousal from here, and my tongue craves it. I have to use some restraint with you.” I bite my lip in response as he starts playing with my legs.
“Now these legs. I saw them in your shorts yesterday, and I want them wrapped around me as I’m moving in and out of you.” His hands run up and down my legs and thighs. He stops right near my sex, and I hold my breath as he slides his finger over my clit. I let out the breath I was holding. “Are you okay, my love?”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice shaky.
“I think next to that smart mouth of yours this just might be your most prized possession that’s going to be mine forever.” He looks up at me and winks. His finger slips into me, and I moan.
“Perfection,” he growls, desire making his voice thick. And for the millionth time today, he has made me blush.
CASH
She’s so wet and tight. I have one finger in her, and I’m jealous of my finger, how crazy is that? I need to be inside her. I’m using my thumb to rub her clit as my finger pumps in and out. She’s making noises that I want her to make for me and only me from now on. I need her to know that she’s it for me. I’d make this long distance relationship work somehow. I need her to know in her heart and head that I’ll never cheat on her. That I only want her. She’s beautiful and sexy and holding back from fucking her right here on the bathroom floor right now is killing me.
I want to meet up with Max and pay her douchebag ex a visit. Her moans bring me out of my thoughts.
“Abby, eyes open.”
“Sorry,” she apologizes. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing is heavy. My eyes are drawn to her tits again, my gaze hungry. It’s clear that she’s enjoying the sensations my attention is giving her.
“I know that’s why I want your eyes open so I can see.” This experiment is to show her that she’s sexy and give her pleasure, but I didn’t think it was going to be this much torture.
“Cash,” she groans.
“Yes?”
“Please.” I love the way she begs. “Let me come. I’m so close.”
“I know, you are. I can feel you. I can’t wait to make you cum on my fingers.” I add another finger, and she grabs my hair. I work my thumb faster on her clit. “Baby, I need to taste you. Touch your nipples. Roll them in your fingers and pinch them. I want you to imagine that it’s me doing that to you. Do you understand?”
She doesn’t answer me, and I see that her eyes are closed. “Eyes,” I order. She ignores me, lost in pleasure. I pull my fingers out of her.
Abby’s eyes fly open. “What the fuck? Why did you do that?” She’s pissed.
“What was the one thing I told you to do?”
“Keep my eyes open,” she snaps in annoyance.
“That’s all I ask; I want to see you come undone. I want to see your eyes. Please just do that for me.”
“Okay,” she relents, rolling her eyes.
“Now, are you going to do as I ask?”
“Yes, I’ll keep my eyes open, just get back inside me.”
“I asked you something else.”
“Oh sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,”
I explain again what I want her to do. “I can do that; now will you get back inside me?” she shifts from foot to foot in agitation.
“I can’t wait to see how you react when my cock’s in you.” I position my fingers perfectly; as soon as she starts to say something smart to me, I push them into her. She gasps and moans at the same time. The noises she makes are euphoric. She’s going to be my new addiction. “Now keep your eyes on me and let me know when you’re close. If you shut them, I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” she screams at me. I know it won’t be
long before she goes off, her breathing is getting heavier, and she’s gyrating her hips, fucking my fingers. “Cash,” she begins.
I tease her. “Should I stop?”
“You stop, and I swear to God that I’ll turn you from Cash to Cassia do you understand me?”
I laugh and increase my pace, relishing in the mewling sound she makes as I find her sweet spot and tease it.
“Can I come please?” she begs.
“After that threat, I won’t deny you. Cum for me, baby.” At my words, she detonates. I keep my thumb rubbing over her clit as she throws her head back and closes her eyes. I slowly start to remove my fingers. Her eyes pop open, and I see the glazed look. She milks my fingers and screams my name as her orgasm grips her. She pulls my hair, and I grab her around the waist to keep her from falling. She comes down from her orgasm, and it’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen. She smiles and whispers a thank you.
“You’re most welcome, but I must thank you for being so vocal. How do you feel?” I ask her. Her eyes are on me as I stick my fingers in my mouth, moaning at the exquisite taste of her. She tastes as sweet as she smells.
“I’ll let you know when my vision comes back. All I see is stars.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. “I do taste good,” she says as she breaks the kiss.
I laugh and smack her on the ass as she moves to leave and head into the bedroom. I grab her hand to pull her back to me. “I’m not done with you, my love.” She tilts her head in confusion. I kiss her temple, ear, jawline, and neck. “These eyes show so much about what you’re thinking. You tend to let your words speak for you, but if someone knows you and looks into your eyes, the truth is there. You see right through my bullshit and asshole demeanor. When I see the tears in your eyes, I just want to wipe them away and try with everything in me to keep them at bay. I love how your adorable nose crinkles when you don’t like something when you argue with me, or when you’re annoyed at something or someone. The flush that covers your cheeks after an orgasm is a beautiful sight, I want to pleasure you over and over just to see that rosy glow again. Those lips, oh my God, those lips are going to be the death of me. I want to kiss them all the time. I see you smile, and I want to keep it on your face. When you smile, you light up the whole room. I don’t know if you know this, but when you’re done kissing me, you always put your fingers up to your lips to touch them to make sure they are still there.” She stops me from continuing.
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