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A beaming ray of golden sunlight hit my eyes, and I sat up in bed groggily. I outstretched my arms a little, before coming in contact with something that made me snap my head around to look at.
A sleeping, shirtless Abby Anderson.
My eyes widened in slight surprise as the memories of last night flooded into my head. I had fucked Abby. I thought about it for a while, before deciding to get up and dressed quietly. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, and for some reason, I was afraid of her seeing me naked. I got up silently, not disturbing Abby's sleep. I looked around for my scattered clothes, carefully pacing around the room. I put my black dress on, and my socks, but where was my thong?
I searched the room for it, but clearly it had been thrown somewhere out of sight. It was most likely down the side of the bed, but finding it would surely wake Abby. I gave one last glance at her sleeping form, before putting my shoes on and heading out of her room quietly. The walk of shame was not pleasant, and I could feel the silent judgement from every person who I walked past. I had almost reached my room when I felt a presence behind me.
"Was it good?" A voice spoke. I turned awkwardly to see the same man that had walked in on us yesterday, a tall bearded guy. I recalled his name as being Manny.
"Who?" I asked, innocently, hoping he wouldn't push for answers.
Manny tapped his nose, and I laughed. I shrugged and began walking away, whilst he smiled cheekily and crossed his arms.
I finally entered my room, getting into the shower to clean off. I noticed my bruised nipples and groaned, before remembering that it could be worse, it could be more visible. I genuinely didn't have an action plan for today. There was no patrol for me or Abby, but I’d still have to face her eventually. What would I say? What would she think? I finished up and got out, dressing in some normal clothes.
I'd have to see her at lunch, which was problem one. Problem two was the amount of times I had called her 'mommy' last night. I put my head in my hands and groaned once again. I pulled out some old tins of food from one of my drawers and made my own lunch instead of leaving. I began entertaining myself in the safety of my room, which wasn't particularly hard. I didn't hear from Abby that day.
Falling asleep was nearly impossible, considering that patrol with Abby was bright and early the next morning. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake the thoughts of her from my mind. I needed to speak to her, I needed to tell her how I felt, how much I liked her, but I wasn't brave enough.
I wasn't awoken by Abby the next morning.
I left my room shakily, expecting to see her at every corner. I was outside of the base by the time I spotted her, standing at the gate, her hands in her pockets as she faced away. I could hide now, go AWOL and escape, but I couldn't bring myself to. I had no choice but to face her.
I walked up to her slowly, but she never turned.
"Abby," I greeted.
"Let's get going," She responded, still not looking at me.
And so we walked in silence that day, not encountering much, not making conversation. I didn't know how to start. I didn't know what to say. What if the relationship had been ruined? What had gone wrong?
Abby sat alone at dinner that night, as did I, on a separate bench. I could see the glances of people around, the rumours already forming. Manny ended up approaching her once, but she shooed him away. The week continued on like that day.
I managed to take myself training on my day off, which, as my usual luck would have it, meant that Abby was already there. We were alone. I approached slowly, and Abby turned to look at me for the first time in a week. I opened my mouth to say something, but she looked at me with a pained expression and left, taking her gear with her.
I could only manage a small training session before I had to head back to my room, nearing tears. I decided that I would attempt to talk to her properly during patrol tomorrow.
The next day dawned, and as expected Abby was at the gate.
"South side today," She mumbled.
I nodded in response and we left. The south side was notorious for clickers, specifically hoards of them. I wanted to tell Abby how nervous I was, how I needed her protection, but I didn't.
We approached a large, dark building, filled with uncleared rooms. I presumed that was the goal for today. The distant sound of clicks and crying could be heard from inside, confirming my suspicions.
We moved into it, guns and flashlights at the ready. I reloaded my shotgun and headed up the stairs quietly, hoping to take a few with my knife before creating sounds loud enough to draw them all in.
Then it grabbed me.
Abby was still downstairs, whilst I wrestled with whatever creature was on my back. I kept away from its mouth, fumbling to bring a knife out and stab it. I couldn't even call for Abby, knowing the noise would bring too much attention. I struggled around, moving to hit it off the walls, bringing down rubble with the force. Finally, I managed to stab it in the neck, revealing that it was a runner.
I sighed with relief, before hearing many pairs of footsteps running at once. I looked up to reveal the sight of a swarm of clickers and runners. I raced downstairs, yelling for Abby to get out. On my way down, I fell, rolling onto broken glass, cutting up my arms. But I couldn't afford to care, and I fired some shots, downing a couple of runners, all the while looking frantically for Abby.
I found her downstairs, fighting off a runner of her own. I shot it as fast as I could, getting it off her. A runner punched me from behind, winding me a little, but I persevered, ducking and running out of it’s grasp. Abby was looking back at me as she ran, the second eye contact we had made since a week previous.
We raced through the door, slamming it shut and barricading it.
"We're going to need those fucking nail bombs. I'll let the crew know. This isn't happening today," Abby panted out.
I nodded once again, as we quickly paced away from the building.
Abby turned to me. "Is that-" She started, but she was cut off by the sound of whizzing air, and then she had a look of horror on her face. I looked down at my shoulder, staring horrified at the arrow that had gone through. It began bleeding immediately, as we ducked down for cover.
"Oh god, oh fuck. Scars," She mumbled worriedly. "Just- Just lay low and I'll take them out."
I sat behind an old car, hearing the familiar whistle of Seraphites. What were they doing this close? Were they looking for supplies? How many were there? The pain in my shoulder had begun to creep up on me, the searing hotness swelling in my shoulder. I could hear more arrows fly through the sky, while Abby ducked around, shooting the occasional bullet.
They seemed to be in a large group. I needed to help her out. I began to move up, hoping to at least be able to fire a molotov. Abby saw me moving and began whisper-shouting at me to get back. That's when a large man, dressed in a brown cloak, came up behind her and began to choke her with the stick of the large hammer he was carrying.
"Abby!" I screamed, desperately trying to take out my gun, wincing with pain and fear. I got my handgun and shakily pointed it at the man, firing a successful shot at his arm. It didn't stop him fully, but he loosened his grip, allowing Abby to get out of the chokehold. She gasped and coughed, running back to me, as arrows flew from all directions. I fired the gun again, successfully getting the man in the head. He went down, causing nearby hidden scars to do that annoying whistle once again.
"Your shoulder. We need to get you back," Abby whispered.
I was going faint from blood loss, but we were still surrounded. "I'm fine," I mumbled. The whistle sounded again.
I fired a molotov into a nearby bush, causing the people in it to scream. It also lit the dry leaves up, causing a blast of heat even from where I was. Abby was panting and wheezing, firing shots onto the building of a nearby roof, though my vision was getting slightly blurry, the edges getting dimmer.
Abby's gunshots were ringing in my ears, gradually sounding like they were underwater. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my vision was fading. I slumped down, going unconscious.
I awoke again with a jump, the bright fluorescent lights over my head worsening my headache. I began to regain my senses, feeling a warmth in my hand. I opened my eyes and realised Abby was sitting beside me, her hand in mine. I turned my head to look at her and felt the warmth leave my hand.
"You almost died," She declared, her face hardening, but her eyes watery.
"What? Where am I?" I replied weakly.
"You're in the medic tent at base. Your wounds are patched up," She said a little softer, before getting angrier once again. "How many times have I told you to be careful, and then this happens." She stood up, towering over me.
"It was an accident, it wasn't my fault," I croaked out, the pain in my head intensifying.
"You lost so much blood. You fought with infected without calling for me, speaking of, you better not be bitten," She accused, her voice raspy.
I shook my head.
"I'll trust you on that. You better not be lying to me," She told me, her voice breaking a little with emotion.
"I'm not bitten. I promise. Are you?" I asked.
She shook her head too.
"How did I even get back?" I questioned further.
Abby began pacing. "I fucking carried you. I fought the rest of the scars, I killed them. I wasn't going to let you die out there," She snapped.
"Why not?" I retorted.
She looked down at me, her face full of rage, but her eyes pained. "Because-" She took a deep breath, then sighed. "I fucking care about you. I don't know if you care about me, but that's why I saved your life. That and I'm not a monster," She admitted.
I looked at her for a while. "I care about you too."
She sat back down now, less panicked and angry.
"Then why did I wake up to an empty bed last week? Why haven't you acknowledged me since then? I thought- What went wrong?" She spoke quieter than before.
I blinked a few times and then looked at her.
"I'm sorry for leaving. I got embarrassed and scared. I'm scared of what I feel for you. I'm embarrassed by the things I said to you. But I really do care about you," I admitted softly. "And I enjoyed last week," I threw in. "I thought you were ignoring me."
Abby softened a little, but stayed silent for a while.
"I guess I was also ignoring you. I suppose I'm scared of my feelings too. I just felt rejected when I woke up and you were gone already," She blurted out.
We made eye contact.
"Well, I've missed you," I assured, using all the confidence in me to admit it.
"I missed you too." She lowered her voice. "And you know I didn't just fuck you because I had a drink, or anything." She kept her mouth open, looking like she'd say more, but she stopped.
"Me neither," I disclosed.
She smiled a little, leaning in to carefully hug me. I reached up to her as best as I could, but I was restricted by my shoulder pain. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek, pulling away like my cheek was burning hot.
"I'll get you some painkillers and fresh bandages, just stay put," She said. She returned with bandages and painkillers, feeding them to me and carefully dressing my wounds, like a trained doctor.
I was off patrol for a couple of days, so someone filled in my spot with Abby. Luckily, Abby came to my room to visit me each night, as we worked our relationship back to where it was.
"Shut up," I giggled. "No fucking way."
"No, seriously. This man bent over and ripped his fucking pants on patrol with me. That's why I'm back so early." She laughed to herself, recalling the memory. "It's just not the same without you. Get better please, before I die of boredom."
"I'm trying my hardest here," I retorted, giggling at her comment. It had been a few days, and I was healing fine. The arrow hasn't hit anything major. I'd be back with Abby by next week.
"Seriously," Abby said, playfully and softly punching my uninjured arm.
"Ouch. Trying to break the other one too?" I proclaimed sarcastically.
"Maybe," she answered playfully, shrugging and looking to the ceiling, leaning in a little closer.
"That's rude," I whispered, leaning in to meet her.
She tilted her head a little. "Maybe then I could stay here with you."
"Oh, I'd annoy you." I smiled cheekily.
"You do already. I've just decided you're worth it." She grinned playful and closed the gap, kissing me gently, much softer than she had ever before. She placed a hand on my hip lightly, careful not to touch anything that was hurting right now.
The kiss deepened, though it was still gentle. Her tongue explored my mouth, and she hummed contently. "Missed you," She gasped out between kisses. I hummed into her mouth in appreciation. The kiss ended suddenly, both of us panting while looking at each other. Abby swallowed and cleared her throat.
"I'll get you into bed, and then I guess I should get going," She decided.
I returned to patrol the week after, my shoulder healing quickly thanks to Abby's care. She began her usual routine of bursting into my room again and throwing little rocks at me while out, though she was more careful. We were back on the East side, and Abby regained her cheeky attitude over the next few weeks. My shoulder healed, and I got the full ability of both arms once more.
I was awoken one early morning by the sound of Abby's voice.
"I have a present," She announced chuckling.
I groaned and sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "How did you get in? I swear I locked that." I looked up at Abby looming over me, her hands behind her back.
"You want it or not?" Abby grinned.
"Go on then," I said, my voice raspy with sleep.
She threw something at me, her smile getting wider. A black piece of fabric hit me in the face, before falling in front of me, lying on the duvet of my bed. I jumped back a little, wary at first, before picking it up with two pinched fingers. I finally registered the item. It was the thong I had lost in her room.
I quickly hid it under the covers.
"Abby," I groaned, covering my face. "Where was it?"
Abby shrugged, still chuckling to herself. "Found it a while ago. I would have given it back earlier, but I didn't want to make a spectacle of you."
"You kept it? What have you been doing with it?" I teased.
Abby shifted her stance. "Nothing. Don't be weird," She said, quickly.
I raised my eyebrows, but left it alone. "Well, thank you."
"My pleasure." She chuckled once again, laughing at herself like she was the funniest person to have graced this earth.
We left to do some training, which today was close combat and counterattacks, which were becoming increasingly important since the Scars attacked.
"Big swing like this," Abby demonstrated, swinging the axe back.
I swung it to the best of my ability, but it was heavy. I was strong enough, but I preferred long-distance fighting anyway.
"Hmm, a little further," she mumbled, stepping in behind me. Her hips pressed against mine as she carefully swung my arm up, saying something about my stance and muscles, running a finger down my arm. I couldn't hear her over the feeling of her hips.
"Yeah, Yeah. I got it," I whispered, feeling her body press on mine.
"You're not even listening are you?" Abby said, running a hand down my hip. "I won't save that ass every time."
"It's 'your' ass." Abby looked at me blankly. "The expression?" I muttered.
"I know what I said," Abby winked stupidly, and I rolled my eyes.
The tension had begun rebuilding itself, the feeling of lust growing between us once again.
It didn't stop growing, and it got worse the next week during patrol.
"Does throwing things ever get tiring to you?" I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing.
Abby smiled. "Let me think." She picked up yet another small rock. "Nah," She said, throwing it at me softly once again.
"Stop it, you fucking idiot," I teased, not able to stop the chuckle that escaped me.
"Or what?" She grinned challengingly.
"Fuck around and find out," I challenged back.
She pushed my shoulders lightly. "You think I'm scared?" She joked.
"You should be," I giggled.
She raised an eyebrow. "Let's check this building out," She decided.
"We cleared that," I told her.
"Eh. You never know," She said, heading for the building. It was old, and most of the windows were blown out. There was an old couch in a back room, where Abby took a seat.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking a breather," She said, smirking a little.
"Move it Abs. We aren't staying out here long," I declared, putting my hands on my hips.
Abby opened her mouth in feigned shock, a small blushing rising across her face. "Abs?" She gasped.
"Sorry. Silly nickname," I said, a little embarrassed.
"No, no I like it. Say it again," she continued.
"Oh shut up," I demanded, flustered.
Abby stood up. "Please, I liked it." A smile grew on her face.
"Are you begging?" I asked, coming a little closer.
"A little. Just for you" Abby retorted.
She closed the gap between us, placing a hand on my hip, the other running up my ribs. "I want to hear you say it."
"I bet you do" I teased.
She pulled me into a kiss, pulling my body closer to hers, rocking her hips a little. She bit my lip and entered my mouth with her tongue, groaning slightly. Then she turned me around and pressed me against the nearest wall, her left hand holding me in place on the wall, the right exploring my body. I turned my head and went back into the kiss.
She pulled my shirt up a little, playing with my nipple. She began to unbutton my jeans.
"Say it again baby, please," she moaned, pulling out of the kiss before swiftly ducking back in.
I wanted to say it, but I liked this challenge more. I needed her to make me say it. I moaned into her mouth in response.
She pushed my jeans down slightly, putting her hand down my panties, pulling out of the kiss with a gasp. "You gonna say it?"
"Convince me," I whispered.
"Oh, I'm sure I can," Abby mumbled, slipping her fingers further down, feeling the wetness between my legs. I spread myself open for her.
She traced her middle finger upwards, finding my clit. She moved her finger agonisingly slow, causing me to gasp out. She clamped her left hand over my mouth.
"You need to be quiet for me, we don't know what's around," Abby asserted, planting kisses down my neck.
She traced her fingers down, inserting a finger into my pussy, curling it slowly, but hard. I moaned, being muffled by her hand.
"Good," She whispered. "Let's hope the scars aren't here, huh? I don't think they'd like this."
"Two," I moaned, still muffled by her hand.
She complied, slipping a second finger in and pumping even harder, her muscles flexing with the strength she was putting in.
I groaned louder into her hand, my legs buckling slightly. Her grip tightened on my mouth.
"Come on baby, say it for me," she whispered, pounding her fingers into me, before pulling them out and roughly rubbing my clit.
I bit her fingers to stay quiet, gasping and moaning into her hand. It was getting impossible not to make noise. I pressed myself into the wall, holding myself up with my hands weakly.
She uncovered my mouth. "The next sound you make better be that nickname from earlier," She insisted.
I nodded, squeezing my mouth shut. Abby used her now free hand to finger me, the other still rubbing my clit.
The dual stimulation was pushing me to the edge. I tightened around her fingers, before finally giving in. "Abs, oh fuck, right there Abs," I moaned out.
She chuckled contently and then stopped touching me, removing her hands from me and buckling my pants back up. "That's what I like to hear. Good girl."
I whined at the sudden loss of contact. "Wait, I was so close."
Abby spun me back around, giving me a peck on the lips and then winking. She began walking off, beckoning me to follow. I did, sheepishly.
We walked back to the base, the whole time with me in disbelief. My legs were still shaking with need. Abby had a smug look on her face.
"Well, I'll let you go here. I have a few errands to do," Abby announced teasingly, smirking at me and fumbling with her shirt.
"Oh, Abby," I breathed out, smiling lightheartedly.
"I'm fucking with you," Abby laughed. She leaned in and whispered lowly "My room?"
I nodded, smiling and following her. She rubbed her arms as she walked, loosening her muscles up.
She opened the door to her room, turning to look at me, and then paused.
"Not again Manny," Abby grumbled playfully. "Out."
"Hey, I was just here to tell you some drama," Manny said. He walked out, noticing me.
"My question still stands," Manny told me.
I laughed at his reference, shrugging once again.
"I'll get an answer eventually," he joked, leaving the room.
"What answer? What's the question?" Abby questioned. She hated not knowing things.
Manny tapped his nose once again, looking at both myself and Abby before turning and walking off down the hall.
Abby shook her head, scoffing. "Stay away from the door!" She yelled after him, before turning to look at me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in.
She purposely locked the door, then pushed me against it, kissing me deeply. Her hands desperately raked up and down my body, her breath quickening, like she couldn't get enough.
"God, I fucking want you," Abby moaned into my mouth.
"Have me, come on," I challenged.
She pulled my shirt off, smiling and running her eyes down me. I tugged at the hem of her shirt, and she lifted her arms above her head to allow me to take it off. She unclipped my bra with one hand, throwing it off the floor, then cupped her hand around my tit, while the other unbuckled my jeans yet again, sliding them off.
"I hope you're still wet from earlier," she mumbled, her voice low, as I stepped out of my jeans. She pulled me to her bed, where she sat on the edge and patted her lap expectantly. I sat down, straddling her.
"Cute panties. Let's leave those on," She said, holding a firm hand on my waist, while the other caressed my thighs. She pulled me in for a kiss again, putting her hand on my pussy, feeling the wetness that had soaked through from earlier. She moaned softly in appreciation.
She finally put her hand in my panties, sliding her fingers down my clit softly. She curled her middle finger up, feeling my wet, hardened clit. She rubbed slow circles, painfully soft.
I moaned lowly, thrusting into her hand a little. She chuckled and smirked, speeding up, pressing her finger harder as she rubbed circles into me. At the same time, she bent her head down and sucked my tit, biting my nipple softly, pulling off with a pop, before sucking again.
She came back up to face level, looking at me darkly. "Don't look away from my eyes," she commanded.
I nodded and bit my lip, my eyes widening a little as she moved to my entrance, teasingly circling her finger. Suddenly, she put her finger in, curling into my G-spot. I gasped and tried to look away, embarrassed by her intense gaze, and how closely she looked at my face while she pleasured me.
"Eyes on me. I won't tell you again," She directed.
I looked back at her while she inserted another finger and curled it roughly into me, like she was desperate for a reaction. Her face was lustful and dominant, her eyebrows arching in the middle as I had no choice but to moan in her face.
She smiled and quickened her pace, bouncing me with her legs, as her eyes flickered from my face to my tits. "Fuck, you look so good. You're making me so fucking wet," she admitted in a whisper.
"What can I do about that?" I asked, moaning wantonly as I bounced on her lap. I held eye contact sheepishly, holding her shoulders and neck, feeling up her muscles underneath.
She smirked a little, turning red. "You can start by touching yourself," she replied.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I teased. My hand made its way down to my clit, rubbing slow circles to match the pace of Abby's fingers. All sense of shame had left me at that moment, as Abby studied my face for every hint of pleasure she gave me.
Abby continued to bounce me up and down as she fingered me, and I rubbed my clit even faster.
"I wish I had more to put inside you. God, I'd fill you with my fucking cum," she announced, bending her head down to suck at my nipple again.
I moaned out loudly at her words, her biceps working as she curled her fingers into me. Every time she hit my G-spot I moaned slightly louder, at a slightly higher pitch, and Abby pulled off my tit to mock the sound into my face, grinning at my groan of embarrassment.
"Fuck- you," I groaned out, my voice weak with pleasure.
"Oh?" Abby said, daringly. "You don't want to go down that road, sweetheart."
She quickened her pace. "Apologise."
I gasped out a quick apology, letting my head fall on her shoulder as I got dangerously close to coming all over her.
Abby grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her, allowing her fingers inside to stop moving. "You can do better than that," She said.
I gasped at the loss of pleasure, still rubbing my clit helplessly. "I'm sorry Abby," I groaned out. "Please, keep going. Please touch me."
"So pathetic," She teased. In one swift movement, she pulled her fingers out of me and grabbed my hips, placing me on the bed behind her. She knelt next to the bed, pulling me closer by the hips until my legs rested on her shoulders. Then, she ripped my panties off. "Now, I'm gonna devour you."
I was going to give her a smart comment, but ultimately decided against it, instead, spreading my legs a little to allow her better access.
Abby wrapped her arms under my legs, squeezing my hips as she delved her tongue into my clit. I gasped as her hot tongue licked a stripe right onto the already sensitive area. "Fuck, you taste so good," She commented, before immediately placing her tongue back on me, tasting me like I was nectar and she was a goddess.
Her tongue worked tirelessly, rubbing circles into my clit, with the occasional vibration of Abby's soft moan at the taste. I tangled my hand in her hair, moaning softly.
Abby sucked my clit, while moving her hand to insert two fingers inside me, once again pumping them expertly.
She got back to circling my clit, moaning just to cause vibrations, loving my reaction. She placed her free hand on my stomach, pressing gently. I moaned and gasped, arching into her, rubbing my clit on her tongue.
It wasn't long before I felt the orgasm building up, the sound of her moans getting me embarrassingly close.
"I'm gonna come Abby," I whispered, my head thrown back into the bed.
"Good girl. Come for me. Show me what you've got," Abby praised in between her rough tongue movements.
I held on for a few moments, before roughly gripping her bedsheets, crying out as I borderline rode her face. The only word I could get out was Abby's name, which I repeated in a moaned whisper like I was trying to memorise it.
Abby kept her pace up the whole way through, extending the orgasm for as long as she could, and then some. She lapped at my overstimulated clit, chuckling as I squirmed. Then she slowly stopped.
"Good job, baby," She cooed, getting onto the bed and kissing up my chest, onto my neck, then my cheeks, forehead and nose.
I breathed out deeply, regaining my senses and pulling her into my arms. "That felt good, thank you."
Abby chuckled. "You don't have to thank me. Honestly, I need to thank you for letting me witness that."
"You're such a flirt," I teased, giggling, before pulling her into a kiss.
We kissed softly for a few seconds before Abby pulled off, her eyes half-lidded and sparkling with desire. "So what? I'd be crazy not to flirt with a submissive thing like you.”
I giggled. "You told me I get you wet. And you kept my panties hostage," I told her.
Abby smiled. "And that says nothing about my character." She giggled, turning a little red.
"What did you do with them then?" I teased further.
Abby blushed harder. "Nothing," She stuttered.
I flipped on top of her, straddling her.
"You're embarrassed, aren't you," I said, giggling, turning her face to look at me.
Her face blushed deep red, unlike I had ever seen her before. "Oh god- shut up," She mumbled, closing her eyes.
"You're cute this like," I commented.
Abby scoffed lightheartedly. "You'll be the death of me, you know that?"
I slowly took both of her hands in mine, pinning them to the bed above her head. She bit her lip and gazed up at me.
"You know I've never-" Abby started, hesitating a little.
I waited patiently for her to finish, but she averted my eyes.
"You've never?" I continued, urging her on gently.
"I've never bottomed before," She admitted after a long pause, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I smiled at her affectionately. "I can help you with that, if you'd like. I'll be as gentle as you need." I told her.
Abby smiled. "Yes, please. I don't want to sound stupid or anything. I feel like I can trust you to be in control," She said.
"That's not stupid, don't worry," I reassured her. "And you've come to the right person." I chuckled. Was there anything better than dominating a muscled woman?
“Come on then, have me,” She smiled, sitting up slightly to pull her bra off. I chuckled and began kissing her, helping her unbuckle her trousers and sliding them off while we giggled. I began to kiss down her neck, down to her chest, then all over her muscled torso. I finally stopped right before her v-line, looking up at her. She was looking down at me expectantly, longing for more.
“I’ll be soft with you,” I said, moving back up to take her lips in a kiss, while slowly tracing a finger down to her clit.
“Come on, I’m not soft,” she mumbled, kissing me back passionately, roaming my mouth with her tongue. My finger made its way to her clit, and I couldn’t help but notice how wet she was. I began circling lightly, not applying much pressure. Abby gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered into her open mouth. Her eyes darted open, her pupils wide.
“Fuck yes, more,” she demanded.
I applied more pressure and sped up a little. My index and ring finger held her folds open while my middle finger worked, allowing deeper access to her sensitive spot.
Abby moaned softly, allowing her head to fall back into the mattress. “Oh fuck, yes,” she whined.
“You’re taking me so well. Are you ready for more?” I asked, admiring her face writhed in pleasure, her flyaway blonde hairs sticking to her forehead with sweat.
Abby nodded frantically. “Oh god, yes, yes, just keep going,” She said.
I smiled and began circling her entrance with my middle finger. “I’m gonna fill you. Slowly.” I pushed my finger in and curled it gently, checking for any kind of discomfort before I continued. When I saw none, I continued, curling in a little harder.
“You feel good,” Abby moaned, getting a little louder. She arched her body into the bed. “More, another one. I can take it.”
“It’s not that easy. Ask me nicely. Beg,” I commanded.
Abby’s eyes flew open again. “Beg?” She said incredulously.
“You heard me,” I replied.
Abby groaned, pushing herself down onto my finger which was now stationary inside her. It wasn’t enough. “I don’t beg for anything,” She challenged.
“If you say so.” I began to remove my finger, and she quickly changed her tune.
“Okay, wait, please. Another finger, please.” Abby begged, her eyebrows arched in the middle.
“Please mommy,” I teased, grinning.
“Fuck you, I’m mommy,” She teased back.
“You got it,” I said, slipping my finger out.
Abby whined. “Fuck it. Please mommy. Two fingers, please. Pleasure me,” she moaned, wrapping her fingers around my arm in an attempt to guide me back inside her.
“That’s more like it. Keep that up,” I said, still grinning. I obliged, slipping two fingers inside her and curling them into her G-spot. She moaned loudly, squeezing my arm, before letting her hand fall back on the bed, gripping the sheets instead.
“Right there,” She moaned out, no longer ashamed of her pleasure. “Oh god, right there, fuck, fuck.”
I continued pumping, the obscene sounds of her wet pussy filling the room, mixed with Abby’s moans and pleas.
I kissed her neck, marking her, before moving down her body with my lips, still keeping my fingers moving at a steady pace. She tightened up as I sucked her nipples, leaving marks all around her tits. I finally made my way down to her pussy.
“You want mommy to eat you out?” I questioned.
“Mm, please mommy,” Abby answered, her mind becoming clouded by pleasure.
“Of course baby.” I kissed all around her clit, her thighs, lapping up some of the juices she had let go. I then licked a circle around her clit, before finally sucking it, causing her to gasp. She put her hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair, pushing my head closer to her clit.
“Just like that, I love your tongue.” She groaned. She pushed my head even more, but she was still gentle. She rode my face, matching in time with my fingers inside her. She gasped and groaned at the stimulation.
I moved my tongue a little faster, applying more pressure on her clit. I gripped her thigh with my free hand, working to give her what she wanted.
“Oh, baby. I’m so close,” Abby whined, basking in her pleasure.
“I want you to tell me something first,” I said, slowing my fingers and pulling my mouth off. Abby whined and looked down at me.
“What is it?” She asked breathily.
“Tell me what you did with my panties,” I questioned boldly, having noticed her shy reaction to the topic.
Abby groaned and covered her face. “Fucked myself,” She admitted lowly.
I grinned. “Louder. And you address me as mommy.” I slowed my fingers even more, making her squirm.
“I fucked myself with your panties over my face, mommy,” She admitted.
I chuckled. “What a filthy girl.” I teased. “I love it.” I went back to eating her out, speeding up my fingers again, to Abby’s delight.
Not long after, Abby was begging to come.
I pulled off her clit for a second to say “Hold out for a few seconds. Take what I give you like a good girl” I immediately went back to eating her out.
“I feel so good. I feel so fucking good,” She chanted, her legs shaking. I could feel her tighten around my fingers again, as she moved her hips erratically to get the friction from my tongue.
“I’m gonna come,” She announced. “I’m gonna- Fuck, mommy,” She moaned, at a higher pitch than before.
“Let it go for me,” I mumbled into her clit.
It didn’t take long before her legs began shaking involuntarily as she came all over my fingers. She groaned out, all embarrassment leaving her, all previous thoughts of being overheard evidently leaving her too.
“Mommy!” She whined. “My clit, my fucking clit,” She borderline screamed, arching into the bed and throwing her head back. Her thighs squished my head, and she had gotten so tight I couldn’t move my fingers anymore. Her grip in my hair was unforgiving, while her other hand grasped different parts of the bedsheet. She rode her high out, immersed in the experience.
Eventually, she began to relax, her tight grip loosening. Her breathing was heavy and loud, and I pulled my fingers out of her and lapped at the wetness dripping from her entrance. She squirmed.
Finally, I made my way back to her face, leaving a trail of kisses. She smiled at me softly, and I kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself too.
“Good job. Who’s mommy’s good girl?” I asked teasingly, peppering her face with light kisses.
“Oh, shut up,” She answered breathily. “And, it’s me.”
I collapsed onto her, burying my face in her neck. “You’re a hot bottom,” I told her.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She joked. She flexed her muscles weakly. “I’m hot doing everything else.”
“You sure are,” I said giggling. I paused for a while as I stared at her flushed face.
“I like you Abs,” I admitted.
She grinned, her eyes half open. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I rolled my eyes, and Abby propped herself up on her elbows. “God, my back is sweaty. But seriously,” She tilted her head as she looked at me. “I like you too. Stay with me tonight, and let me wake up to you tomorrow.”
I nodded, smiling at her admission.
We slowly moved under the covers, and Abby wrapped her arm around me, pulling me in.
“Night bottom,” I teased.
“Goodnight- Don’t start. I have never,” She joked, kissing my neck softly. I chuckled and we drifted to sleep, our bodies intertwined.