Chapter 12

Why can't I move?

Abe was standing too close. Close enough for me to feel his breath and the warmth coming off his body. So, naturally, I should have tried to back away and get some space between us. But my body just wouldn’t move.

The proximity was playing havoc with my body, too, my breath coming quicker, my heart beating faster in my chest. My body warmed up at the thought of Abe making love to me, and I wanted to sway into his hold. Only my will still held me back, but it wasn’t enough to get me to retreat.

“Brooklyn,” Abe whispered my name.

His voice was low and oh so alluring. My eyelids fluttered shut and I held my breath. Abe, taking my silence as a cue, closed the small space between us, and his lips pressed against mine in a kiss.

It was different from that night at the bar. He kept the kiss chaste at first, only sliding his lips gently over mine. My body shivered and swayed closer as he did it again and again, my breathing coming out raggedly. I parted my lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss, only he didn’t. Instead, he sucked and nipped my lips, then kissed me softly.

“More,” I murmured against his lips when he didn’t do what I wanted, my hands rising to press against his chest.

I sighed against his mouth when I felt his tongue brush over my lips, my hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his shoulders. My fingers found their way into his thick, dark hair and I tugged lightly on it as I stuck my own tongue out to meet his.

Abe let out a groan, his hands moving to my waist, touching me carefully as he slid his tongue inside my mouth. We moved closer and closer, until our arms were tight around each other as Abe deepened the kiss. Our fronts were pressed together, and I suddenly thought how much I wanted to have all our clothes off.

There was still a voice in the back of my mind telling me not to do this. It would be so much harder to walk away from this, it would be a lot easier to just part with him with my lie out in the open. Abe was nice enough about it that I didn’t feel humiliated, and that would have been a good ending to the whole thing. But, there was no turning back for me now.

Abe didn’t break off the kiss until I felt like I would pass out for lack of breath, and I practically hung off him as I panted for breath. I blinked my eyes open and looked up. When my eyes met his, my breath hitched in my throat. The heat in his gaze made my body shudder and my legs felt more like jelly.

“Let’s move to the bed?” he asked huskily.

I nodded as I took in a deep breath.

Abe grinned at me and ducked down, and with an arm around my back and under my knees, he picked me up, making me yelp and tighten my arms around his shoulders.

“Abe!”

He chuckled, his arms squeezing around me. He circled the wall into the bedroom area, and set me down gently on the bed. He knelt on the edge and crawled on top of it, bracing above me on his hands and knees as he grinned down at me.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you at the bridal shop,” he admitted in a low whisper. “But then I saw you in a wedding dress and I got worried you’d moved on. Did you?”

The question was gentle, and as he asked it, he leaned down and kissed down the side of my neck, occasionally leaving a nibble.

I moaned and tilted my head to the side, carding my fingers through his hair. “I never did,” I said in a whisper. “For the past six years, I haven’t been with anyone else.”

Abe stopped and pulled back to look at me. His expression was serious, with a touch of eagerness in his gaze. “Really?” he asked tightly.

I smiled wryly up at him. “Yeah, really. Getting over you wasn’t so easy, Abe Sanchez.”

His eyes went half lidded as a smirk spread on his lips. “Good,” he said. And nothing else.

I would have complained at that. After I admitted to something so embarrassing, the least he could do was tell me if it was the same for him. That he didn’t say it made me wonder if he’d had other women over the past six years. I expected it, no matter my own decisions, but I wasn’t sure if I would be okay with it.

Before I could say a thing, though, he ducked his head and pressed his lips to mine in a rough kiss. He lowered his body over mine, his knee spreading my thighs apart so he could fit his hips in the space between, my dress hiking up as he did. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we both hissed as his crotch pressed against me. I flexed my thighs around him, rubbing against him, and he groaned.

“Brooklyn,” he growled.

I nibbled on his chin in response, and he rocked his hips against me, making me gasp as his erection pressed against my sex through my panties.

“Clothes off,” he commanded.

I paused, then pushed at his shoulders so he would move back. He did so reluctantly, his hands roaming my back for the zipper, then tugging it down as soon as he found it. He tugged it up and off my body, leaving me in my underwear, then stopped to look at me. I was feeling a bit impatient myself, and I reached for the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t help, instead running his hands all over my body, making both my breath and my hands stutter in their movements. Once I had all the buttons off, he stopped touching me to shrug it off his shoulders, then I reached for his belt. He ducked down and pressed his lips against mine as his hands joined mine in undoing his belt.

The air between us heated up as our clothes all went off the side of the bed, and once we were both naked, Abe pushed me back down, gently, pressing me down with his body. I gasped when I felt his cock rub against my sex, and I rocked my hips against his, trying to get him inside me.

“Abe,” I moaned. “Don’t make me wait. I want you in me already.”

Abe chuckled, the sound coming out strained.

“Why don’t you ask nicely and I’ll do whatever you want?” he teased, nipping my chin.

“Please,” I said readily, the word coming out a little high pitched as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. “Please, Abe.”

With a growl, Abe positioned his hips, the head of his cock slipping down to tease at my entrance. I flexed my thighs around him and rocked my hips into his, taking the head of him into me, letting out a gasp as my walls squeezed around him.

“Brooklyn,” Abe groaned, dropping his face into my shoulder and holding very still. He pecked a kiss on my neck, then soothed it with a lick, and sucked on it. I shuddered under him, and both of us breathed a little shakily. “I don’t want to hurt you right now, so try not to move, okay?”

We were both still for a moment, then he moved his hips, just a little. I was incredibly sensitive, though, and that tiny movement made me tremble and my insides flutter.

“Behave,” Abe muttered.

I bit down on his shoulder because I didn’t think I could say that I couldn’t help my actions. It made Abe groaned some more, but at least he stopped treating me like glass, thrusting all the way inside me, until his hips were pressed snug against mine. I gasped, the sound wasn’t entirely a happy one and Abe went still again.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding anxious.

My face was screwed up a little, and I hugged him close to me so he wouldn’t pull away and see the look on my face. It didn’t hurt, so much as it felt a bit achy. I’d had my own fingers inside myself just the night before yesterday, but this was so much different. Abe’s girth was thick, a lot wider than three of my fingers, and he certainly reached a lot deeper inside me than I could have gone with my own fingers. Frankly, this reminded me a little of our first time, only there was much more pain and blood then.

Abe wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him as he placed kisses all over my shoulder, then climbing up the side of my neck to kiss me on the lips. My breasts were pressed up against his chest, and as we both breathed, my nipples rubbed against his chest, sending little sparks of electricity through my body. I sighed into his mouth as my body relaxed, the kiss slowly winding down, and Abe’s lips went back to my neck.

“Move,” I murmured, my lips pressed against his ear.

I felt his body go taut, then his hips pulled back, his cock sliding out of me, until only the head was still inside me. I took in deep breaths, trying not to squeeze around him, biting down on his shoulder again as he slipped back inside. He paced his thrusts at first, but with every slide of his cock in and out of me, I could feel my body growing increasingly excited.

My nails dug into Abe’s back when his hips gave a particularly hard thrust, hitting all the right spots inside me and making me gasp and shudder in his arms. My body started following his movements, my hips rocking against his, wanting him deeper inside my body.

He groaned, burying his face in my shoulder as he moved faster and harder against me, fucking me into the mattress and making me cry out and cling to him. I dragged my nails down his back, and his body arched with a growl, the sound of his skin slapping against mine getting so loud it almost drowned the sounds coming out of bother of us, my low gasps, high wines and occasional moans, Abe’s groaning and hissing as he moved inside me.

I could feel the pleasure build and build, my voice growing louder the closer I moved to climax, my body tightening up so much I thought I would snap. And then, I did, letting out a sort of scream as my back bowed upward, pleasure rocking through my body as I orgasmed, my walls convulsing hard around Abe. He let out a growl, his hips jerking erratically against mine, and then he was filling me up as he joined me over the edge.

We both slumped into the bed as our bodies calmed down, and even though Abe was practically crashing down on me with his weight, I didn’t hold onto him and didn’t let him move, though my limbs felt weak, my thighs were trembling. Actually, I didn’t think I could move my legs at all. Little aftershocks left my body trembling as we both tried to catch our breath.

After a long, silent moment filled with our heavy breathing, Abe let out a groan as he rolled over with me still in his arms. His softening cock and warm come spilled out of me, making my nose wrinkle even as my body trembled a little, feeling over sensitive.

Abe held me to his chest, and as drowsy as I felt, I closed my eyes, my breathing slowed down, and I fell asleep.