The Price of Love
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Abby moaned and rocked against him harder, frustrated that they weren’t skin on skin. Carter’s other hand got busy stroking her through her suit, running his fingers along the edge of the fabric, teasing her by not touching her where she wanted him to most. When he slid his fingers just under the hem of the suit to brush the out edges of her pussy lips, she nearly cried out. She lifted herself up enough to pull his shorts off, pausing to stare at his bare body before standing to rip off her own suit, leaving them both naked.
Being out in the open air brought a feeling of recklessness to their lovemaking. She lowered herself back down onto him, moistening the tip of his penis with her wetness by pressing his head just barely into her opening. Then she pulled up, and started rubbing her clit up and down the length of his cock, arousing them both to near their tipping point.
“Abby,” Carter managed to gasp out, “Protection…in my pants pocket.”
“It’s ok, Carter,” Abby replied. “I started taking the pill. And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too. But are you sure, Abby?”
In answer, she raised herself above him again, before taking him deep inside of her, skin to skin, filling her. Abby heard a moan, but couldn’t tell if it came from her or from him. She began to ride him, slowly at first, and though he seemed to struggle to hold himself back, he let her set the pace. She reveled in the feeling of being in control. Her breathing quickened and she felt the stirrings of her orgasm building, driving her need to have more contact with him. She rocked faster, her breasts bouncing with the movements of her hips, and he reached up to squeeze and caress them.
“Oh god, Carter, I’m going to come. Touch me now, I need you to touch me.” Abby grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs, guiding it to her and then holding tight while he moved his fingers against her. She helped move him where she wanted him, and in return he, grabbed her hip with his other hand to move her to his pace now. He thrust up and into her as hard and as deep as he could. For a long, precious moment, they both hung on the edge before tumbling over together.
Now Abby did cry out, as Carter filled her. She felt her muscles clenching him around, pulling him into her. She held his hand hard on her clit, encouraging him to keep up the movement of his hand in time with her convulsions. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, lasting longer than should be possible. When at last they were both satiated, and their bodies began to calm, she collapsed on top of him, her legs still straddling his middle, keeping him inside her as long as she could. She lay her head onto his chest, listening as his rapid heartbeat slowed, his breathing returned to normal. His hands cupped her buttocks, massaging them gently, his finger running up and down her back, causing her to shiver.
They might have stayed there long enough for both to recover and make love again, except that their solitude was interrupted by startled voice crying out “Oh, my!” Carter’s body jerked, and Abby’s head snapped up to meet the shocked and flustered eyes of Mrs. Henderson. The older woman stared down at them for one frozen second, before she whipped around to face the other way.
Chapter 25
The older woman stared down at them for one frozen second, before she whipped around to face the other way.
“Hello, Mrs. Henderson,” Abby said, blushing furiously. She scrambled to her feet and tried to pull on her bathing suit while throwing Carter his underwear. The suit was wet and stuck to her skin, stubbornly refusing to go back on her body. Noticing her struggle, Carter handed her his shirt that he’d left on the dock when he jumped in the water after her.
When they were reasonably covered, Abby said, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Henderson. We just, um, got a little carried away. We thought we’d be alone. It’s ok now…we’re decent.”
Mrs. Henderson turned back, giving Carter the once over. Something flickered in her face as she eyed them. She must have approved of what she saw, for she smiled at them both.
“Well,” began Mrs. Henderson, “I thought I’d come by and see how you were getting on, Abby dear. Max thought you might need some cheering up. I brought you this pie, and thought I might stay and chat to raise your spirits as bit. But I can see that you’re doing just fine here with your friend. I’ll just drop this pie off in the kitchen on my way out, and you can bring me the dish back whenever you want. And I’ll take care to call before I come by again.” Mrs. Henderson turned away again and marched up the slight hill to the house, disappearing inside.
Abby bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from busting out laughing. Never in a million years would she have imagined her escape to the cabin would end up like this. She’d gone from miserable and sobbing to being caught in the act by her neighbor, and being happier than she had ever been before in her life, all in less than twenty-four hours. She gave up fighting, and let the giggles explode from her chest, feeling the joy bubble up inside her.
Carter reached out to her from behind, and circled her waist with his arms, pulling her to his chest, and resting his chin on her head. He let her laughter roll over her body, enjoying the moment with her.
“She was wrong, you know,” he whispered into her ear. “Mrs. Henderson. We’re not fine.”
When Abby turned to look at him with confusion in her eyes, Carter finished his thought.
“Fine isn’t nearly a big enough word to describe us. We’re so much better than fine. We’re perfect.”
Then Carter took Abby’s hand and led her back to the house to show her just how perfect they were.