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through town naked, except for a sandwich board that reads, ‘Sam is a jerk. Abby is amazing’?”

 

“I like that, but I’d rather the sign said you are a titball. Jerk is so passé.”

 

“Titball it is then. Although I’m not sure what that means, I’m pretty sure it’s not good.” He turned serious. “Can you ever forgive me? I’m so sorry for saying that.”

 

I wasn’t ready to let his outrageous comment go, but I knew that I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. “Promise me that you’ll never say anything like that about me ever again.”

 

“I promise,” he said before giving me a deep, wet, toe-curling, mind-numbing kiss.

 

“Sealed with a kiss on the lips.” He gave me a lopsided grin when the kiss finally ended.

 

His careless words had hurt me, and I wasn’t ready to forgive and forget, but his sweet kiss had worked its magic on my body. I was beyond horny and ready to have my way with him. “I’m on top this time,” I informed him, wanting complete control of the situation.

 

“As you wish, Ma’am.” Somehow he managed to whirl us around so that he was lying back on the couch with me straddling him. His hugely erect penis was still inside me, and I began to rock over him. We would have none of that ‘staying still’ business when I was in charge. I tilted my head back and enjoyed the sensation of him filling me.

 

He used his hands to tease my taut nipples. I glanced down and saw that he was enjoying watching me ride him, so I decided to give him even more of a show. I slowly, deliberately, reached my hand down to rub a finger over my clitoris. His face registered shocked pleasure when I moaned and brazenly ran my tongue over my teeth.

 

I spread my legs wide and leaned over him as I savored the thrilling sensation of easing his cock in and out of me. My tits were now dangling over him and he stretched up to take one in his mouth, suckling it tenderly.

 

With his hands free, they made their way around to my rear. His mouth released my breast as his hands gripped my buttocks to pull me down over him harder, faster. I was still rubbing a finger over my clit, and I reached up with my free hand to grab one of my bobbing boobs. I rolled my puckered nipple between my finger and thumb and was delighted by his look of pure desire as he watched me pleasuring myself. I tossed my head back, lost in ecstasy.

 

One of his hands found its way to the crack at my rear. When he eased his finger down and over the opening, I clinched my buttocks and froze. “What are you…” I stammered. “I don’t think…” I started again. “I don’t…” I wasn’t sure how to finish.

 

“Yes, you do,” he threw my earlier words back at me. When I shook my head, he continued, saying, “It’s okay. Just relax.” As he said the words, he began gently circling his finger around the perimeter of me. My first instinct was to stop him, but it felt so fantastic that I was powerless to say the word.

 

As I became lost in the glorious sensation, I began moving over him again. I rode him relentlessly until the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out as I came, my body clinching violently as wave after wave of pleasure vibrated through me. He let go when I did, pumping his seed deep into me with a loud moan.

 

I collapsed on top of him, emotionally and physically spent. I fell asleep there, cradled in his strong embrace.

Chapter 29

 

When I woke, he was lightly rubbing his fingers over my back. It was barely daylight, and I had slept hard. I wasn’t certain if he had slept at all. I was still completely naked and sprawled on top of him, but he had somehow managed to toss the quilt over us without waking me.

 

I shifted slightly and realized that he was still sheathed inside me, and he was rock hard again. I dropped kisses along his chest and shoulder before moving my body to slide his cock in and out of me a few times.

 

He smiled, “You’re already wet.”

 

“And you’re already hard,” I answered him. “Guess we make a pretty good team.”

 

“The best.” He smiled as he rolled us on our sides, staying inside me and beginning to move slowly, sexily, in and out. “This might be a record for how long two people have stayed hooked up.”

 

“Let’s not call Guinness. I’m not sure if they have a record for fucking, but if they do, I don’t think I want to be known for that.” I answered him honestly.

 

“Fucking, huh? Is that what this is? It felt like more to me.” He was still sliding in and out of me, and it felt glorious.

 

Somehow I managed to keep my wits about me enough to answer him. “Screwing, banging, fooling around, bumping uglies, humping - call it whatever you want. I still don’t want to be known for it.

 

“Doing the nasty?” he asked. By now we were both chuckling.

 

“If you like,” I responded, “but I prefer ‘doing the deed’.”

 

He stopped moving inside me and turned serious. “Making love?” He seemed almost nervous asking me the question.

 

I wasn’t sure how to respond. This was treacherous terrain, and I didn’t want to scare him off by saying too much too soon, like I had with Seth. I finally went with a non-committal, “Some people call it that.”

 

He refused to let me off that easily. “What do you call it?”

 

“It depends on the situation,” I hedged. He didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, so I continued. “Let’s just call it having sex. That’s what it was, and it is a simple, straightforward way to refer to it.”

 

He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I want to make love with you, Abby.” He enunciated his point by easing gently in and out of me a few more times.

 

His slow, fluid movements combined with his sweet, sexy words were almost too much for me to take. My vision had gone blurry. I was trying to keep a wall up between us to protect myself, and he was making it very difficult.

 

He didn’t wait for me to answer. I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe with his teeth. He gently kissed his way along my jaw and up to my lips. He plied my lips with soft kisses. Then he explored my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues slid along each other in the same easy rhythm as his penis moved within me. I could feel a slow, deep fire of desire burning in my belly.

 

“Kiss that Guinness record goodbye,” he joked as he pulled his hard penis out of me. I immediately felt the loss. That was soon forgotten, though, as he took his time kissing and licking and suckling his way down my naked body.

 

He stopped to pay proper attention to each of my breasts. When he lightly rubbed the stubble on his cheek across my chest, it sent thrilling chills down my spine. He nuzzled me tenderly, which made it more of a surprise when his teeth tugged gently on my nipple. The thrilling sensation made my hips buck up off the couch.

 

As if sensing my need for more, he began working his way further down my body. My back arched when he dipped his tongue into my belly button.

 

He made his way further down and nuzzled his nose into my landing strip. I was achy with need, desperate for more. I greedily spread my legs, and he carefully placed each one to rest on his shoulders.

 

It was daylight, and I was completely exposed to him. Normally, that would have made me self-conscious, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the anticipation of what was about to happen.

 

His gorgeous green eyes gazed at me through shuddered lids before he turned his head to the side to kiss the inside of each of my thighs, then he blew cool air on my center. I was so wet, and I could feel the frantic need for more churning inside me. “Please,” I finally murmured, begging as I turned my head to the side and dug my heels into his back so I could raise my hips to him.

 

He didn’t make me ask twice. He separated my folds and held me open with his thumbs as he worshiped me with his tongue. The orgasm raced through me as I rode the waves of ecstasy.

 

When the convulsions stopped, my body fell limp. I felt giddy and relaxed. He moved up to lie beside me, and I stayed like that for a minute, recovering.

 

Once my breathing began to return to normal, I realized that I wanted to bring that kind of intense bliss to his body. One quick glance told me that he was still hard. His fabulous cock was jutting

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