Page 42 of Abigail's King
Hearing those words, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I hadn’t told her that I was okay, that I hadn’t been with another woman for over two years, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I crashed my lips against hers and took the kiss I had been desperate for since I had seen her all those weeks ago. There was no going back for me now. Abigail was mine, and I was going to prove it to her. I pulled away, realising that I needed to let her breathe. Stepping away, I immediately changed my expression.
“Bonita, take off your clothes and get onto the bed.”
I saw a small smirk come across her face, but she immediately corrected herself to a blank expression. She was a quick learner, and even without correction. This was going to be an amazing night if she continued like this.
“Yes, sir.”
She had lowered her eyes again when she replied and immediately started to undress. Once finished, she climbed onto the bed and sat there, eyes down on her lap, waiting for me to either tell her what she should do or to join her. It only took me a few moments to shrug off my clothes and join her on the bed.
I had already decided that tonight would just be about us exploring what we were feeling. I wouldn’t take my dominance far this evening, mainly because I was desperate to be inside her. I gently placed my hand on her face and stroked down her neck and onto one of her breasts, eliciting a moan from her lips. I gently circled one nipple and then the other. I could feel Abigail’s heart beating faster and her breathing increase as I slowly glided down her stomach and over her pelvic bone.
Abigail was a hot mess below me as I stopped and rested my hand just above her already sensitive bud. Not moving, just resting there. I knew she was getting restless; she was desperately trying to stop herself from squirming underneath me. She spoke almost in a whisper, but with so much need and want.
“Please, sir. I need you.”
Normally I would have made my sub wait longer so that she was at the point of desperation, but tonight, I wouldn’t be able to hold out that long myself. I gently started to circle her clit, as her breathing started to become erratic. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came undone in my arms for the first time.
Carefully, I pushed a finger inside her, and then two, moving them to find the spot inside her that I knew would elicit the reactions I required. I could already feel her tightening around my fingers. I started to feel the desperation of wanting to be inside her, but she had to come for me at least once before I would let myself have any form of pleasure. I could feel the flutters of her orgasm grow, and pressing down onto her clit, I spoke.
“Come for me, Bonita.”
