And then his knee was gone, as shifted his body over hers and his mouth began to travel down, pausing to nip and suck at her navel, and then exploring further down. Finally, his face was poised directly between her legs. Abby thrust her pelvis at him violently, aching with need, but his mouth remained just out of her reach. He began instead to lick at the insides of her thighs, and bite the sensitive skin there. He used his hand to spread her open even more, and then licked at the outer edges of her pussy lips. His tongue then moved to taste the inner side of her lips, running up and down the sides of them, from the top of her clit, all the way past her vaginal opening, then running back up again. With each pass, he avoided direct contact with her clit, just teasing the edges of it, dipping his tongue into her . Abby was flailing under him now, her arms pulling at the tie restraining her wrists as she became more and more desperate for him to give her the relief she sought. She felt the climax building in her and felt herself edging ever closer to the brink. She knew that she could go over any second, and didn’t even need his tongue directly on her most sensitive spot. But god, she wanted it there. She wanted the satisfaction of an orgasm brought on by his mouth sucking her clit.
And then she felt his mouth do just that. Carter sucked her hard into his mouth, clamping his lips down on either side of her clit while he ran his tongue up and down its length. And Abby crashed over the edge, her orgasm spreading out through her body in wave after wave. She cried out his name over and over as she rode his tongue, her hips bucking hard into his mouth. His tongue continued to flick over her, drawing out the orgasm until her body couldn’t handle any more, and she began to return to earth. Now, Carter moved his tongue from her clit down to her opening and licked and sucked up all her wetness.
As Abby came back down and her breathing began to even out, she felt her pussy still pulsing with her climax. As good as it felt, though, she knew she wanted more.
“Untie me, Carter, I need to touch you now.” Abby demanded. Carter complied, carefully undoing the knot and gently rubbing her wrists, which were red and a little tender from her thrashing around. As soon as she was free, Abby rushed to undress Carter. She began with his shirt, which she unbuttoned with trembling fingers. She ran her hands over the hard smoothness of his chest, her fingertips brushing his small nipples. Unwilling to be patient any longer, Abby quickly moved her hands down to his waist, and slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, rubbing back and forth inching her way deeper inside. Carter’s breath was coming out in shallow gasps, his stomach muscles clenching under her hands. Then she undid the clasp and zipper of his pants and pulled down them down, along with his shorts in one smooth movement. She helped ease them down his legs, and kneeled before him to help him step out of them.
He now stood naked before her, his huge, hard dick right in front of her face. Unable to hold back, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She surrounded him in one swift movement, taking him deep into her, the tip of him against the back of her throat. Her tongue darted out to lick him, and she eased back to let her and tongue brush the tip of him and the glistening drop of cum that had pearled there. Then she took him deep in her mouth again, and began sucking on him while her hands moved up to cup and massage his balls. Carter swore, his hand gripping the back of her head to hold her against him. Abby continued to suck and tease him with her tongue until Carter pulled back suddenly with a curse.
“Fuck, Abby, that feels so good. But right now I want to be inside you.” With that, he lifted her up and onto the bed and covered his body with his. He rubbed his palms over her nipples, and then moved one hand down to slide one, then two, fingers into her slick opening. With his fingers still inside her, pumping in and out, he reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom before pulling out and rolling the protection on. Then he plunged into her, hard and deep. Abby’s hips moved up to take him in even more, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began pumping in and out. Abby’s pelvis met him thrust for thrust, and she felt a second orgasm building. She’d never had more than one in a night before, and now she was about to have her second within minutes of her first. She’d have to appreciate that more later, though, because at the moment, her inner muscles were beginning to clench, and her hands grabbed Carter’s ass to pull him into her even more.
“Oh, God, Carter...” she managed before the sensation of him took her over the edge again, and she contracted against him. At the same moment, Carter gave one last, hard pump into her and then went over himself, her name escaping from his lips on a gasp as her exploded inside of her. She felt her body milk him to claim every bit of his orgasm. Finally, he let the weight of his body rest on her, and they both came back down and their breathing slowed to normal. After a moment, he tried to move off of Abby, but she wrapped her legs around him and held him to her.
“I don’t want to crush you,” Carter said, trying to roll off her again.
“You’re not,” Abby replied. “I like the feel of you on top of me. In me.” He hadn’t pulled out of her yet, and she wasn’t ready to let him go.
Carter smiled at her, and kissed her mouth, a long, deep kiss, his tongue swirling over her lips and teeth and tongue. She felt his cock twitch inside of her, and she wondered if he could go again, so soon. In answer, he said “I think I might need a few more minutes before I’m ready again, Abby honey. What do you say I bring us up a snack and we can refill our energy before round two.”
With that, Carter eased off of her and exited the room. He returned a few minutes later with the dessert that had been prepared for them earlier, a creamy, rich tiramisu. When Abby reached out for a fork to take a bite, he shook his head and scooped up a taste on his finger, which he slid into her mouth. She sucked the thick custard off his finger, and ran her tongue around it, pulling is finger into her mouth.
“Now it’s my turn to taste,” he said, scooping up another morsel. This time, though, he smeared it onto her nipple, then bent his head to her breast to suck it off.
Though she’d just experienced two of the most intense orgasms of her life, and back to back at that, she felt the familiar thrumming sensation begin again between her legs. Really, again? She thought. Could I really have three?
Carter lifted his mouth away from her breast and started to put another drop of the dessert on her other nipple. Abby edged back. “Uh-uh, my turn,” she responded with a teasing smile, and took her own scoop and drew it onto the tip of his penis. His dick twitched and started to grow hard again at just her touch, and she reveled in the feeling of it becoming erect as she worked her mouth and tongue over it. She squeezed his balls and put gentle pressure on the sensitive spot between his balls and his cock, while sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Before long, he was fully erect in her, his hand gripping desperately at her head and hair. He tried to pull her off of him, but she resisted, and kept working him with her lips and tongue. She could feel him trying to hold back, but eventually he gave up and let his own hands reach down to massage and squeeze her breasts while she sucked him.
Finally, he gasped out “I’m going to come, Abby. You can stop now,” but she ignored him and kept licking and sucking until he came in her mouth. She kept at it until she’d gathered every drop of his come, and his body relaxed under her. Then she stretched herself out next to him.
“Damn, Abby,” Carter smiled at her. “You’re amazing. You know that?”
Abby smiled in return, and snuggled in close against him. He held her to him tightly, and before long they settled into a contented and sated sleep.
Late that night, Abby woke to find herself spooned against Carter, their naked bodies pressed back to front. She could also feel his erection nestled between her thighs, pressing on her pussy lips from behind. Carter himself seemed to be sleeping, so she experimentally wiggled against him. His arm, that was draped across her waist tightened around her in response, and he bit her earlobe before flipping her onto her back and sliding inside her.
This time, his movements were
slow and leisurely, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. He would press into her deeply before pulling almost all the way out, then ease back into her. He did it all excruciatingly slowly, drawing out each movement to inflict maximum sensation. As her arousal built, she tried to speed up the pace. Her breathing quickly started coming as raspy pants and her hips tried to urge him to go faster. He held back, however, setting the pace to his own torturously slow rhythm.
Despite Abby wanting to hurry, the slowness intensified the feelings and sensations he was creating in her, and she felt a climax build that was deeper than even the explosive orgasms she’d had earlier that night. Finally, when she thought she’d cry out in frustration if she didn’t get her release, he pressed two fingers against her clit while he drew one of her breasts into his mouth, and gave one last, powerful pump into her, and they both exploded with the pleasure. After Carter had fallen asleep again, Abby found herself whispering into his ear, so quietly that it was almost inaudible, “I love you.”
Chapter 20
Abby woke to the gleam of sunshine in her eyes and the smell of coffee wafting into the bedroom. Instantly aware of where she was, she stretched luxuriantly under the soft, silky sheets on Carter’s bed before rolling over to take in the situation. She found herself alone in the room, which was clean and masculine in decoration.
Solid wood furniture, soft grey sheets and comforter, some interesting, and original looking art pieces on the walls made up the bulk of the items in the room. It was clean and neat, and reminder Abby of an elegant room in a hotel lodge. There were also enough personal touches to make the room look lived in. A stack of books was piled haphazardly on the nightstand, and included both a bestselling thriller and a first-hand account from a veteran in the wake of an IED explosion. A small pile of change and a receipt from a restaurant lay on the dresser, on which a large mirror was propped. Looking at herself in the mirror, Abby found her face flushed, and her hair mussed.
I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked, she mused. No, she corrected, I look like I’ve been made love to, because I was. Last night had been way more than just sex. The memory of their lovemaking brought a smile to her face. They had given too much to each other for it to be just sex.
As her eyes roamed around the room, Abby noticed a folded piece of paper propped against the edge of the mirror. Climbing out of bed, unashamed and unconcerned about her nakedness, Abby picked up the note and read:
Abby,
A situation in New York has come up, and I need to help sort it out. I didn’t want to wake you when I left. Coffee’s on, and I left keys to my car on the kitchen table. I’ll call soon.
It was hard to leave you this morning.
Carter
The smile Abby had been wearing since she woke faltered as she read the words. Disappointment welled up inside her. She pushed back against the sneaky feeling of abandonment that was trying to claim space in her head, determined not to let his sudden absence tarnish the wonder of last night.
She strolled into his bathroom, and found a soft white robe hanging on the back of the door. Just like a hotel, she thought. She slipped it on, and tied it at the waist, the hem falling past her calves, and the sleeves hanging past the tips of her fingers. It was clean, but still held a hint of Carter’s scent in its soft folds. She snuggled into it, and padded in bare feet to his kitchen in search of the promised coffee. After pouring herself a mug, she began to explore his house. She was curious to see how he lived, and what personal touches she would find in his overall clean and contemporary style.
She discovered that he shared her love of reading, though their favored genres differed. He had a large collection of non-fiction historical accounts, with some sci-fi novels and murder mysteries scattered in, along with a few chick-lit books. Abby was intrigued by those…from an old girlfriend maybe? She knew he was an only child, like herself, so it wasn’t a sister who had left them here.
Next she checked his movie collection. Standard guy action adventure movies, for the most part, though he did have a copy of The Sound of Music as well. She smiled at that. A couple erotic films, too, but nothing creepy. They looked like normal, vanilla porn. Abby found herself thinking about watching one with Carter and acting out the scenes with him. Abby didn’t find anything too surprising in Carter’s house, though she didn’t really look at things past a surface level. She didn’t want to feel too much like she was snooping.
Overall, she loved his house. It was clean and organized without being sterile. The general order was broken up by small disturbances…a sweatshirt hanging over the back of a kitchen chair, a pair of running shoes scattered in the front entryway, books and mail left on various surfaces. Those touches made it feel like a home, someplace lived in. The furniture had clean, contemporary lines, but was comfortable to sit in. The couch was made for sinking into and curling your legs under you.
Once Abby finished her coffee, she sighed and figured she should get dressed and head home. She found her clothes where she had left them in his bedroom, though her panties were mysteriously missing. I just can’t seem to hold onto my underwear around him, Abby thought wryly. Then she slipped into her clothes, minus her panties, and headed out the door to go home. She knew she’d be back.
Smiling softly to herself, Abby clicked the locks on his car doors open and slid behind the wheel of his car. The scent of leather and money wafted out at her. This was definitely the nicest car she’d ever driven before. With the money from the sale of the magazine, she realized, she could actually buy herself a fancy car like this now. While she’d thought about how the money would give her the freedom to pursue her career dreams, she hadn’t really considered having fun with it, or using it to buy something decadent for herself.
Abby turned the key and the engine purred to life. She was just beginning to back out of Carter’s driveway when her cell phone rang in her purse. She braked hard and threw the car into park, diving for her phone at the same time. Her heart was suddenly beating, thinking it was Carter on the other line, calling to…wish her a good morning? Profess his undying love for her?
Abby had to swallow her disappointment when she was that it was Leah calling, and not Carter. That disappointment quickly turned to concern when she realized that Leah, a notoriously grumpy morning person, wouldn’t call at eight am unless it was an emergency, no matter how curious she was about the details of the night before. Plus, she’d be expecting Abby to still be sleeping off her glorious night of lovemaking until at least noon.
She braced herself and answered the phone with a cautious hello. .
“Abby,” Leah started in with concern in her voice, “Are you ok?”
“Leah, I’m fine. How are you? And you’d better have a darn good reason for calling me this early. I could have been hooking up with Carter at this exact moment, and the blasted ringing of my phone would have interrupted us.”
Leah barked out a quick, nervous laugh.
“I’m good, Abby. It’s you I’m wondering about.”
Something in Leah’s voice sent a prickle of unease down Abby’s body, raising the hairs on the back of her neck and goose bumps down her arms.
Abby tried to shake off the feeling. “What’s going on?” she demanded. “I know you’re not calling me this early just to ask me how I’m doing. And I’m doing fabulous, by the way…but I’m not spilling any info until you tell me what’s up with you. ” Abby replied.
“I thought…so you haven’t heard…” Leah said, her voice trailing off at the end.
“Heard what?” Abby asked. “Leah, you’re really confusing me, and I’m starting to worry. Please tell me what’s up.”
“Oh, Abby,” Leah’s voice was suddenly full of sadness. “I really don’t want to be the one to tell you, but…here…I’m emailing you the link to the announcement I just read in the Times. Jackson heard something about it on the morning news, so I looked it up. I thought it was a mistake at first…but how would an engagement announcement make it into the T
imes by accident? I’m sure there’s a good explanation, the wrong name, or something. But there’s a picture, too, so I don’t know. Anyway, just read it and I’m calling you back in five minutes.”
The phone clicked silent, and Abby stared at it for a second, still confused, but with an inkling of dread creeping in. Had Leah said ‘engagement announcement’?
Her phone pinged softly in her hand, indicating a new email message. Abby clicked on the link Leah had sent. A page to the Times engagement announcements opened. Abby’s eyes fell to the headline “Christine Davenport & Carter Price.” Featured prominently on the page was a picture of a petite, blond woman smiling broadly next to Carter. Her Carter. Her eyes drifted down to read the announcement.
Christine Davenport of Charlotte, NC and Carter Price of Greenwich, CT are pleased to announce their engagement to be wed this fall in New York City. The couple resides in Manhattan and have been lifelong friends, meeting for the first time when they were just six weeks old.
Ms. Davenport, 31, is the daughter of Graham and Victoria Davenport. Her father is the owner of Davenport Industries based in Raleigh, NC. Her mother is known for her charitable works and philanthropic giving, and Ms. Davenport is carrying on her mother’s mission. Ms. Davenport is also a successful jewelry designer and launched her own company, Eclectic Bling, last fall.
Mr. Price, 31, is the son of Donovan and Elaine Price. Mr. Price’s father is the President and CEO of Price Publishing, the largest publishing and print company on the East Coast. His mother is on the board of directors for a number of non-profit organizations. Mr. Price is currently the Vice President of Development at Price Publishing, and is slated to become the CEO when his father retires.
Ms. Davenport and Mr. Price have not yet set a date for the wedding, but plan a short engagement and hope to wed this fall at Grace Memorial Church in Manhattan.
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