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The moment the door closed behind her, Abby reached her hands out and pulled you back into her body. You grind your ass against her hips, eliciting a growl from deep in her throat that shoots a bolt of heat right to your core. With her big hands holding your hips in a firm grip, you maneuver your body to catch her lips in yours. The kiss was searing and Abby’s hands spread paths of fire across your skin as they trailed underneath your shirt and up your torso, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat and squeezing gently. Your moans were caught by Abby’s tongue exploring your mouth, making your head feel delightfully fuzzy. The two of you broke for air, but Abby’s lips quickly attached themselves to your neck, biting and sucking on the skin.
You squirm around in her grip so that your chests are pressed together, enabling you to thread your fingers into her dirt matted hair. As she worked patterns into your neck and collarbones, you combed your hands through her messy braid, tugging at the roots every time she bit you.
“Ahh~ a-as much as I’m enjoying myself, we should probably start washing off” you bit out; trying to keep your moans trapped behind your teeth. Abby’s lips detached themselves from your skin, and you felt a prickle of disappointment- even though it was you who had spoiled the moment. The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, before erupting in laughter.
“God we are filthy” Abby chuckles as she brushes some of the dried mud from her shoulders. The two of you help each other undress; the mood in the room turning from desperate and primal to one more peaceful and sensual. When the water had gotten to a comfortable temperature, you and Abby huddled under the hot water and let the mud slide off your bodies.
The two of you take turns washing each other off, sharing sweet kisses and sensual touches as muddy water swirls at your feet. When you were scrubbed clean and smelling good, you reached around and turned off the water. You stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel, handing the other one to Abby as she swung the curtain back. Steam had filled the tiny bathroom and made the mirror impossible to gaze into, and you had no choice but to trust Abby’s large and strong hands to have cleaned you completely. Wrapping the towel around you, you open the door separating the washroom from your bedroom/apartment, letting the steam billow out into the rest of the room.
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the ground and into the air: hands scrabbling to hold onto something for dear life. Abby chuckles at the squeak you let out as she lifts you over her shoulder: ass by her head and arms hanging down her back. “Hey!” you exclaim as you lightly pound at the thick muscle of her torso. She laughs again and walks over to your shared bed, lifting you down more gently than she picked you up. She cradled the back of your head with her large hand and laid you down on the bed, thick arms sliding from underneath you as she arranged the pillows into a sort of throne.
“Don’t want you falling again” she chuckles. You feel your face get hot, but can’t help the smile that breaks through your face.
“My knight in shining armour” you say, a teasing look in your own eyes. Abby crawls up your body and kisses you languidly and sensually. Your eyes fall gently shut and your hands slip to her broad bare shoulders as her own hands slide up your legs. Her lips attach themselves to your neck again and you moan as her hand slipped underneath your towel and brushed against your already glistening core. With one hand Abby unwraps your towel, giving her wider access of skin to suck on, and presses a thumb to your clit with the other. You clench your teeth at the sudden shock of pleasure, trying to hold a loud moan behind your teeth. Displeased, Abby increases the pressure and the speed of her motions. The intensity makes you cry out and your back arch off the mattress. Abby’s motions were relentless: causing all your muscles to tense and whimpers to leave your mouth.
Soon enough, you start to feel your climax approaching, and based on the sudden hitch in your breath, Abby knew it too. The next thing you knew, Abby’s fingers left your clit, leaving your body shocked at the sudden pause. You frown as you attempt to catch your breath, head tilting up to try and catch Abby’s eye.
“What-” your question was cut off by Abby’s lips enveloping your clit, soothing the pressure her fingers had made into the sensitive flesh. Her hot tongue parts your folds and dips into your hole and you moan, unable to hold it back this time.
Though her speed and her pressure were a lot gentler this time, you knew she was working to bring you back to climax. You could feel your muscles tense all over again, but this time in pleasure rather than in intensity. The soothing feeling of Abby’s tongue on all the innermost private and sensitive parts made you feel safe and at home. It was in Abby’s arms and with her body that you felt the most at peace. Abby took the opportunity to stick two thick fingers into you while you were relaxed, and you moaned louder than you had that evening. She started off criminally slow, but increased the drill of her finger to the point that a simple twitch would send you over the edge.
Next thing you knew, fire had enveloped your body and you were seeing stars as Abby slowed her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm. She came up to kiss you on the lips, letting you taste your own essence on her mouth. Her fingers never left you, and her body and her scent surrounding you left you overwhelmed in the best way possible. She kept her fingers moving until you were coming again, crying out against her mouth in bliss. Once you became too sensitive, you squirmed around her fingers and she finally withdrew them, licking off the essence with a moan.
Once again, it took you a few moments to catch your breath, but once your muscles had all relaxed, you pawed at Abby’s waist, using the rest of your strength to push her groin up towards your head.
“Let me return the favour baby” you mumbled, looking up at her through half lidded eyes. She smiled gently and started to shake her head. “Please?” you asked, trying to give her the sweetest puppy eyes that you knew she couldn’t resist.
Your tactic worked and she slowly crawled up your body, finally placing her wonderfully thick thighs on either side of your head. You slid your hands around the back of her thighs, and got her to slowly lower herself down onto your tongue. You could already see the glistening wetness sticking to her cunt, and you took a deep inhale of her scent before sliding your tongue between her fold and around her clit. You got yourself into a good rhythm that had Abby slowly rocking on top of you. You knew soon enough that Abby was close to her climax but the string of curses and grunts coming out of her mouth. You did your best to stick your tongue out further into her and suck on her clit a little harder, and based on the jerking of her hips on top of you, it was working. Abby lost her grip on the headboard as her climax hit her, and the upper half of her body hunched over your head, obscuring the light from your vision. Her hands grabbed at your head and tugged on your hair in a delicious way as she rocked her body over your mouth, riding out her high. Trying to make this moment last as long as possible, you kept darting your tongue to the rim of her hole, trying to drink up as much of her honey as you could.
Eventually she shakilly lifted herself from your face, and sat down against the pillows beside your head, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. As she was catching her breath, you let your eyes roam over her body; admiring her powerful muscles, appreciating the way her damp honey hair fell around her shoulders and down her back, and smiling at the sight of her flushed face and red ears.
Abby was so beautiful and the sight of her never failed to take your breath away.
When she finally opened your eyes, her gaze fell down to yours, and you gave her a soft, love filled smile. She blushed again and returned it, and you rolled onto her side and placed gentle kisses to her waist and hip bone.
The two of you sat in each other’s presence for a few more minutes, before finally getting up and wiping the mess of each other’s faces and thighs. Abby got up to make you both some tea from the new stuff you traded for today, and you stood on shaky legs to change the sheets. When the water had boiled, Abby placed the mugs on the little wooden tray you had set at the end of the bed, and threw you one of her big shirts to wear to bed; putting on her own pair of boxers.
For the rest of the evening, the two of you sat and enjoyed each other's presence, reading poetry and sharing jokes.
This was home.