I admire the view. “This day is getting better. I’ll be there in a second.”
Taking a few more sips of coffee, I replay last night. It was new, different, and felt good. Abby is completely the opposite than what I had during my marriage. She’s gentle, not too shy, and tender. It wasn’t hot and crazy sex by any means, instead it felt as if we were two people completely invested in the moment and wanted to experience it fully through feeling, touch, and thought.
When I was married, sex almost became a negotiation, and when it did happen, it was lifeless. With Abby, she wants to very much be aware of what I’m doing and feeling. Maybe it’s new and exciting, which is why we were both very present in every touch and movement. It could be one day that feeling also vanishes. But I can’t think that far ahead. No, I’m thinking about now. And this was the sexual reset I needed.
And she is waiting in the shower for me, which is a perfect way to start the day. Because she makes me feel light and good. Hopping out of bed, I make my way to her bathroom that is off her bedroom. She’s singing softly to herself in the shower as she rubs soap over her body. This is my teenage dream on steroids if I’m completely honest.
Standing under the running water, I pull Abby close and feel her milky-smooth skin where I notice tan lines. She is slippery from lathered soap all over her body, I could easily slide anywhere I want on her, and I don’t even know where to begin.
“Hmm, I think we need to wake you up properly,” she gives me a mischievous look as I shake my head under the water to get my hair wet.
I raise a brow. “Oh yeah? I have a few things in mind.”
She slides down my body, and it goes fast as she’s covered in soapy lubricant. When she lands to her knees on the shower floor, all my energy flies to my cock that is now on full alert.
“Abby,” it barely comes out from the back of my throat.
She doesn’t speak, instead gives me a pouty sexy look as her hands grip my hips before her pink lips find my tip. I groan as her tongue glides along the bottom of my cock, taking me deeper in with every stroke. If I thought Abby was only sweet and innocent, she just threw that theory out the window.
She moans as she takes me deeper, and her entire mouth engulfs my cock. I groan as my hands find support from the wall.
“Fuck, Abby, this is a good start to the day.” I close my eyes and groan.
Her response is taking me to the end of her threshold. I feel the back of her throat, and when she gags slightly, she gently retreats barely an inch to re-establish a rhythm still deep in her throat. With every stroke, her mouth gets wetter and her moans grow.
My eyes take in the sight of her on her knees in a mix of lubricant of shower water and soap. I want to admire her tits and ass covered right now in slipperiness, but she’s working magic and my eyes close as my head falls back in utter pleasure. My hand fists her hair to help guide her into a pace I want in this very moment.
“So good,” I grunt. But it would be even better if I was inside her, I know I could slide in without needing my hand to guide my cock into her.
I’m getting close and my hand gently pulls her wet hair. “Stand up, I need to come inside you,” I urge her to hurry. I’m about to combust. She quickly stands. “Place your hands firm against the wall.” I guide her and she obliges.
Better than what I fantasized, my cock slides along her firm pert ass and finds her pussy covered in her arousal. My cock glides in and her moan is long.
“Mmm Lucas, you know exactly where to touch me,” she breathes as her body jolts at every pump, which tells me that I am hitting that special spot inside her. My long finger finds her clit as my body presses into her.
“Christ, Abby, I’m going to come soon,” I warn as I feel a wave going lower and about to peak in my groin.
“Do it, Lucas, I want you to come.” She looks back at me with a lazy smile and our mouths meet for a kiss. She grabs my other hand and guides it to her breast where she forces it to cup her breast. I squeeze the plump round as we continue to kiss, and I thrust into her.
Feverishly, I pick up my pace of stroking her clit which in returns makes her moans pick up in frequency.
“I’m almost there. Come for me,” she begs.
Every new word, every new breath from her is making this experience better by the second.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I unleash inside of her, and my body unloads energy between my legs.
She nearly coos before she tumbles into her own bliss shortly after me. After a few moments, she turns around with her hands cupping my face.
“Mmm that was good,” she mumbles as our lips meet.
I kiss her again. “This is… this is a great start to the day.” I’m struggling to breathe like a normal man, because I think I may be going blind.
Abby kisses my shoulder before lathering some soap in a loofah and circling the sponge along my arms as I come down from my orgasm, the result of all my teenage and adult fantasies combined.
Finally, I collect myself like a grown man should and wrap my arms around her waist. “That was a nice surprise.”
“Did you really think I had an innocent shower in mind?” she rebukes with an arched brow.
“You surprised me is what I mean,” I smile.
Her eyes roll to the side as she becomes nearly shy. “I surprised me.” It’s said softly, but clear enough. My guess is she didn’t do her on-the-knees performance much with her ex.
I guide her to turn, taking the sponge, and begin to rub her back. “So, what is on the agenda for today?”
“I guess I should take you back to your place for clothes after I make you breakfast.”
“Sex, sleeping in, and breakfast. You really are an angel.” I admit that I’m rather taken by her and not just by her acts but the idea that I get to do all of that with her. There is a permanent smile on me when we talk, and nothing is off the table to discuss. We know each other’s history; our family history, and we don’t need to explain everything. Simply, we get each other, and there’s fun banter between us. Every second with her is bathing in warm light, and I don’t want to stop.
Chapter Twelve
Lucas
I’m busy reading over blood results on my computer in my office and considering the causes for the increased white blood cell count in the patient when my phone rings.
“Hey, Clint, please tell me my house is still in one piece?” I’m a little concerned when my contractor phones. He was recommended to me by Max, but one week in and we realized the kitchen renovation was going to take longer than planned. That was four weeks ago. Then we heard the granite counters were delayed by a week for delivery. Basically, my house renovation was not going too smoothly. Luckily, my parents are snowbirds and headed to Arizona for the winter.
The voice on the other end speaks. “Hey, Lucas. No, house in one piece. Actually, I have good news. The counters arrived today, which means this time tomorrow the house is complete. We are installing the counters this afternoon, but I always advise 24 hours as we’re putting a seal coat on them and it needs to dry.”
Relief fills me and my body turns into a flurry of thoughts. “This is good news, Clint. That means I can arrange for furniture delivery by the end of the week.” I don’t need to rush this, but I want to as I have Theo this weekend and would love for him to see the new place, possibly have his room ready too. It’s only Tuesday so it’s pushing it, but this is too important for me.