Can You Hear Me?

Writers Note: As emphatically requested (and many thanks to all those who expressed such desires), here is the sequel Don’t Think, Breath… the story of Jack and Abbey. I hope it’s as enjoyed as the first apparently was.

I was losing my mind. It was an undeniable fact.

Perhaps, but isn’t it a lovely way to go?

I heard Abbey’s voice clearly in my mind, and it just further proved the point. It had been a week since we’d seen each other, a week since that incredible night that had completely redefined passion. I smiled as I remembered Abbey’s reaction to that bold statement, which I’d made just before the sun began to rise, a week ago.

“So do you mean redefined for you and I, or does one of us need to call Webster’s and give them a play by play?

That smart-assed retort had earned her a swift swat on her delectable backside, which she’d exposed as she reached for a glass of water on the night stand. And that playful spank had led to another round of torrential passion flooding the room. We’d made love so many times that night, some of the moments just blended together in my mind. Sometimes we’d just held each other and kissed tenderly for a long time, other times we had been like wild animals, reacting on nothing but basic primal instincts. A few hours after we’d first abandoned the car – where the action had begun – we made love for over an hour, just touching tasting and exploring. Remembering that interchange made it hard to breath, and I’d begun to avoid thinking of that scene, as I had replayed events in my mind over the last week.

It was a fortunate thing that we’d met on a Friday night, because neither of us would’ve been in any condition to go to work the next morning. We slept late, giving into exhaustion in the wee hours. When I finally woke up, it was some time in the afternoon, and I was devastated to see Abbey standing in the bathroom doorway. She was buttoning up a clean blouse, one that was definitely not intended for lounging in bed. I think I’d have been fine if she’d just had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, because I could’ve convinced myself she was just running out to get some lunch, or about to suggest we take a walk to remove the sleep from our eyes – before coming home for another session of exploration. But the professional attire said darker things were afoot. She’d laughed, reading my mind so easily, and I’d begun to realize that I was consciously collecting my scattered thoughts into coherent sentences, to make it easier for her. This thought made her smile brightly, as she sat on the bed and leaned in to kiss me.

“I wondered when you’d notice you were doing that. “

She’d been called into work; some kind of problem, that turned out to be a thorn in our sides for days. This work emergency had kept her busy all Saturday, and much of Sunday. We talked on the phone several times throughout the weekend, but she was so exhausted Sunday night, I couldn’t bring myself to request an invitation. While having that conversation, I had almost expected her to suddenly realize I was just being self-sacrificing, and insist I come over. And that’s when I fully realized that proximity mattered, when it came to her remarkable ability to see inside people’s heads. When I inquired during a lunch phone conversation (neither of us had corresponding breaks in our meetings that week, which would’ve allowed us to meet for a meal, or better yet a matinee), she said that she had never tried to listen to someone more than a few feet away.

That had also led her to reveal something I’d wondered about the first night we met. When I’d been coming out of the bar, dedicated to the idea of not letting her run away when she’d accidentally revealed her hidden talent, she had heard every thought I’d had since she left her seat and headed out the door. That was why she had been standing at her car, trying to convince herself to stay, when her every instinct told her to leave and desperately hope I’d just forget her delivering the last line in a movie clip that had been playing in my mind. But my determination to stop her, made her stay. And did I thank every star in the heaven for that bit of luck. She’d never heard someone who was so far away from her, in physical proximity, until that night. She hadn’t really ever tried. But somehow the connection we’d formed kept her mind locked on mine, even when I was a good 20 feet from her, and inside a building.

So the week had proceeded by, with one disaster after another keeping us apart. She was taking an evening class, two nights a week, trying to learn Spanish. She admitted that she’d just gotten so used to being able to hear what people thought, that it was frustrating when they were thinking in a language she didn’t understand. So she’d decided to start learning some new languages, and Spanish seemed the most realistic starting point. It had seemed that we were finally going to have some time to spend together, as both our schedules were clear on Wednesday night, but a burst pipe at my sister’s place, had me helping her with cleanup and hosting a family sleep over that night. My roommate had, at least, been a real sport about it. Knowing that my sister had no other family in the area, he’d graciously spent the night at his parent’s house, giving up his bed to the 3 year old twins Chris and Sophie, while my sister had taken my room. Fortunately my couch was fairly comfortable. I had considered just telling my sister that I would spend the night at a “friend’s” place, so they weren’t so crowded in my tiny apartment. But she’d been so frustrated by the day’s events, that I couldn’t bear to leave her alone with the toddlers. I spent most of the evening entertaining them, while she made calls to get the house cleaned up.

When I talked to Abbey that night, before we went to sleep, she’d been impressed by my consideration for my sister. I counted that at least in my favor, though I was beginning to come apart even then. That night, while drifting off to sleep, I first heard Abbey in my head. The first time it was just her laugh, a lovely little wind chime sound, which I heard while recalling the same movie line that had revealed her secret the other night. But that sound was enough. All night it had been one feverish dream after another. Abbey, naked in all her glory, lying beneath me on a bed of cream colored satin sheets, as I stroked every inch of her body; Abbey, in a sexy teddy, greeting me at the door after a long day at work; Abbey in a long t-shirt, rummaging through the refrigerator in the middle of the night, while I slid up behind her to distract one of her hungers with another.

When I woke up the next morning, I heard her voice again. This time she was snickering and playful.

“Wow Jack, with dreams like those, who needs reality?”

It happened over and over again on Thursday, and I debated mentioning it to Abbey, when we once again shared a quick conversation during lunch breaks. But I kept it to myself. There was a certain satisfaction in her not knowing what was going on my mind, though it wasn’t nearly worth how long it had been since I’d been able to touch her. I wondered if she was as frustrated as I was, aching for the moment we could taste each other’s lips once again. We talked about it casually throughout the week, that it seemed the stars were plotting against us, the fates trying to keep us apart. But we never let the conversations get too heavy. Deep down though, I knew we were both doing it intentionally, storing up all the emotions and desires we had, to only be released when we were face to face.

All day Friday, I was antsy and anxious. I’m quite sure a few coworkers were wondering if I was on something. We hadn’t even been able to talk at lunch, her day wall to wall with meetings. But she’d left me a quick voicemail, later in the afternoon, telling me she was having a similar effect on her secretary. I ducked out of work 20 minutes early and headed straight home, to grab a quick shower and change into something slightly more casual. I’d suggested a semi-fancy restaurant, but she’d counter-offered with a local diner just a few blocks from her house. When I considered that meant we were only a few blocks from her bed, I decided her plan was far better. It also meant real food, which was great, since I’d been too anxious to eat much at lunch.

I was just heading out the door, when my cell phone rang. When I looked at the caller ID, I lost my appetite. If Abbey was calling right now, the most likely reason was to cancel. I wasn’t sure I could take the disappointment, if I was right. I considered, just for a moment, not answering. Maybe, if she at least had to come tell me in person… but I couldn’t do that to her. And making her cancel to my voicemail was even crueler. I flipped open my phone.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Hey you.”

“You are never going to believe this.”

I wanted to scream, but I tried to minimize how pathetic my voice sounded, as best I could, “No, please no. Whatever it is, it can’t be that important. If it’s work, tell them your cat died. Please!” Yes, I failed miserably, and I wasn’t exactly surprised to hear Abbey laughing loudly. She finally caught her breath, but her voice was still full of mirth.

“Good grief baby, miss me that bad.” All in all, it was the most flirtatious thing we’d said to each other since I’d held her against the bedroom wall, and slightly mussed her business attire, with a scalding kiss, after making her promise to call me as soon as she was done with the mess at work. The casual and intimate tone in her voice was so alluring; I was in no mood to feign indifference.

“Yes, I do. Seriously Abbey, whatever it is, can’t it wait? I’m going out of my mind. I need to see you.” She giggled quietly, and I could just picture her blushing.

“So you won’t mind picking me up then? My car has a flat tire.” I sighed so audibly, she was laughing again. “I guess I could’ve milked it a bit, made you sweat, but I remember how cute you are when you pout. And you’re not the only one feeling a bit of withdrawal.” Her voice was as smooth as silk when she finished.

Just like the first night we met, once I knew she was in my grasp, I lost all patience. My voice was gruff with need as I told her I’d be there in 15 minutes. I also added that she’d better be outside when I arrived, because if I got near her front door, I was taking her inside of it. She’d chuckled and made a kissing sound, before hanging up. I was already in the car when I got a picture from her on my phone. She’d obviously set the phone on a car parked by hers, on the street. The picture showed her leaning against her car, revealing one very deflated tire. It was captioned, “DID seeks KSA.” I frowned at the message, trying to decode it.

I tried to focus on driving carefully and at a reasonable, if slightly elevated, speed. If I got into a car accident, I really would start believing we were under some kind of curse. The last thing I needed was to become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I was still trying to decipher her message, when I pulled around the corner on her street. I saw her immediately, and was a little surprised to see her looking right at me. I parked behind her disabled vehicle. Her side was leaned against the driver’s door, and she was grinning playfully at me, as I got out of the car and walked toward her. I leaned beside her, and sighed again.
Her grin widened, “Damsel in distress seeks knight in shining armor.” Her suddenly incongruent comment surprised me, and once again her smile spoke of my missing an inside joke. Fortunately, she was always kind enough to explain the jokes to me afterward. “DID seeks KSA.” I burst out laughing, and she quickly followed suit.

As we settled, I reached down and took her hand. “Hey damsel.”

She pouted playfully, “About time, knight.”

It took a moment for my conscious mind to register that I was kissing her. When it caught up, I realized that my instincts had taken charge again. She was pressed back against the car, and my hands were already tangled in her hair, but the only thing I was fully aware of, was the feeling of her lips against mine. It was like coming home after a long journey, and I could feel my muscles weaken in relief at the same moment hers did. Once again I felt the cliché play into my head. Had we really just melted into each other’s arms?

I immediately regretted the thought, when she started chuckling against my lips. I decided that, if she was going to let my thoughts drive this moment, I would be the one behind the wheel. I immediately replayed a scene in my head, of the first time I had entered her body. In my mind I was back in the driver’s seat of my car, the seat pushed back to allow some maneuverability (and to make sure she didn’t accidentally hit the car horn), while I felt her slide down onto me. I remembered the overpowering intensity of that moment, the way my heart was racing, how I’d wanted the moment to last forever.

I lost the thread of the memory as Abbey responded appropriately in my arms. The force of her kiss increased, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, before she jumped up. I’d felt the movement before, and I caught her easily, holding her firm ass while she wrapped her legs around me. It took every ounce of restraint I had, not to push her more firmly against the car, and grind my hips into hers. But fortunately, the fact that it was still a little daylight out, kept me from doing anything that might prompt a neighborly complaint.

I realized the mistake the moment I formed that thought. After a week, I’d somehow forgotten how Abbey loved to test my limits. She hitched herself higher on my hips, causing an incredible tingle to traverse my body, as she pressed herself more firmly against my already budding erection. I groaned into her mouth, and dug my fingers more aggressively into her backside, making her return my sound of satisfaction. The sound undid me more than her now gyrating hips. Now I did lean into her, holding her more forcefully against the car, fitting myself firmly between her thighs. The breath hissed out of her lips, as my mouth began a scalding path down her neck. I was just dipping my tongue into the neckline of the sexy black satin blouse she was wearing, over her simple blue jeans, when the honk jolted us.

I kept my face pressed to her glorious breasts, while I let my heart stop racing. I wasn’t sure what had made it jump the most, her hand tangling firmly in my hair, or the non-verbal condemnation from the passing driver. Abbey pressed her lips against the top of my head, “It’s a toss-up for me too.”

I chuckled against her exposed flesh, and felt her shiver. After a moment, I finally stood up straight in front of her. We smiled at each other, and then rested our foreheads together. We stayed that was for a second, until I decided I was capable of driving again. Abbey was smiling at me, in her remarkably knowing way, when I pulled back to look at her.


Her smile broadened. “Hi.”

I missed you.

Her eyes seemed to glisten suddenly, “Me too.”


She gave me a sweet smile, “I could eat.” She stood on her toes, and kissed me. It was a small kiss, no real heat to it. It was the way a woman kisses her significant other when they leave for work in the morning, or while navigating around each other in the kitchen. It was familiar, intimate, sweet and simple. That kiss did more for my cardiovascular system than the car horn, or the escapades which prompted the driver to ‘voice’ his protest. As she had often done the first night we’d spent together, she didn’t comment on the words and images floating in my head. Instead, she just leaned her head on my chest, tightening her arms around me, and sighed.

Sitting across from Abbey, in the diner, was as wonderful and tortured an experience as any I can imagine. It was so good to just see her face again, and not just the blurry image in my mind. It was amazing to listen to her real voice, not just the approximation my mind had concocted. And touching her…

When the waitress came over to take our order, we were sitting on opposite sides of the booth, being good. As she walked away we talked casually, neither of us mentioning the occasional flashes in my mind, of taking off the silky top and roaming my hands over her body. I wondered, at one point, if she was having the same unintentional lapses in concentration. A sweet giggle was all I got as a response to that thought.

After the waitress brought our food, I decided to be a little bold. I also thought it might be a good opportunity for a test I’d occasionally mulled over, during our week of separation. I focused very carefully on the words of a book passage I knew well, saying each word in my mind. It took about a minute for Abbey to look up at me curiously, obviously not understanding why this particular passage was currently in my thoughts. It definitely bore no connection to any previous thoughts she’d been picking up. But it was just enough time for me to get my shoe off. She was definitely surprised when she felt my foot slide up the leg of her jeans, tickling the back of her calf.

I silently cheered myself, and she cast me a wary glance. “Misdirection. Impressive.“ She smiled, and I quickly pictured my hand replacing my foot, traveling all the way up the back of her calf, continuing onto her thigh. Her eyes darkened considerably, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. That’s when the torture really began, though in retrospect, I have no one to blame but myself.

The way her eyes darkened, as I imagined touching her, pushed me to see just how far I could push her. I forgot about my meal, and even the people in the diner, who might just have been beginning to notice the flushing of her skin. I closed my mind and focused on the memory of her skin. In my mind, she was sitting on her kitchen counter, as she had during one snack run the previous weekend. I could see her, wearing nothing but my hastily thrown on button up shirt, and a pair of silk pajama shorts. I continued to move one hand up her thigh, pulling myself forward a step, to kiss her. She wrapped one leg around my legs, pulling me even closer. My other hand was tangled in her hair, forcing her head back as I devoured her mouth.

I heard Abbey gasp, and my concentration broke. I opened my eyes to look at her. Her head was down, but I could see that she’d closed her eyes too. Her breathing was shallow, and she was shaking ever so slightly. She looked up to meet my eyes. Her look was slightly accusatory, but decidedly not angry or upset. She was mostly amused at my reaction to her reaction.

I had wondered just how powerful this was, the way I was able to use her ability to put images in her mind. I had wondered just how much I could do to her, with just my mind. Her eyes narrowed.


She turned her head slightly, gave me a saucy grin, and lowered her voice a little. “Are you asking me if anyone’s ever tried mind-fucking me?”

The look on her face, dared me to truly feign shock at her statement, and after a moment had me imagining actual steam coming out of my pants. Abbey laughed loudly, causing more than a few heads to turn in amusement and curiosity. It was the first time I really noticed, how oblivious she was to the way people reacted around her. She seemed to not even see the smiles of the strangers observing us, or how her infectious laughter had actually seemed to brighten the energy in the room. As my eyes scanned faces, which quickly turned back to their meals/companions, I wondered how she couldn’t notice them. How was she not aware of just how she affected the world around her, how she made it a little sunnier. I shook my head in amused wonderment, and more than a little pride, that so amazing a creature was with…

A woman across the room from us, another person drawn to watch Abbey’s mirth, frowned in concern. It took only a moment to realize what I’d done, and I jerked my head around to meet Abbey’s wide eyes. She looked down immediately, her breathing shallow and fast. I cursed in my own head, and saw Abbey wince a couple of times, at words I’d particularly enunciated.

“I’m sorry.” I hoped she knew that I was apologizing for more than just the cursing. Then I imagined slapping myself really hard, for even being stupid enough to form that thought as a hope. She snickered sardonically.

“Do you realize; that’s the first thing you’ve said out loud to me, since you picked me up?”

I felt a knot tighten in my chest, “I didn’t. I’m sorry; I guess I let it become a habit. I’ll try not to do that so much.”

When she looked up at me, I can fortunately say my mind went blank for a moment. In that moment, I finally saw Abbey at her core. I remember the sad look in her eyes that night in the parking lot, and the depths of past pain, that swam there. I finally began to understand just how seriously she had been shaken by the intimacy of sharing her secret. I could see the way she was torn, between fear that the knowledge would doom any future we might have, and hope that she could finally be honest and up front about everything, and share herself completely. And perhaps even something more – a fear that, if someone got to see who she truly was, that sight would drive them away.

I was stuck. I knew I had to touch her, to sooth her, to show her I was here with her. But I was also terrified of touching her here. The urge was so strong, and so powerful, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself with a single touch. I made a decision quickly.

I closed my eyes, and I heard Abbey whimper, as if to beg me not to proceed. But I wouldn’t be deterred. I focused with every thread of imagination and memory that I had. I pictured Abbey standing at the rail, on her back porch. I tried to perfectly recapture that image, as she had been late last Friday night. We’d gone into the kitchen for the first time, and she had shown me where to find some glasses and a quart of chocolate milk in the fridge. While I was getting some snacks, she had wandered off. She hadn’t bothered to dress that time, but she had wrapped a sheet around her, like a sleeveless gown, in case any neighbors were up late for some reason. I stood at the sliding glass window, and stared at her, as she stared into the night sky, and breathed the sweet spring air. It had rained a little bit, since we’d gotten back to her place, though neither of us had noticed. But it created a wonderful aroma in the air. It was heady, too cool to be sultry, but just warm enough to be strong and crisp. I had set the items I’d pilfered from the fridge, on the coffee table. I walked up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, and molding her back against me. She’d sighed, leaning her head back to nestle beneath my chin.

She slid one hand over the ones joined at her waist, and extended the other gracefully, gesturing to the nearly full moon. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

My eyes slid down her hand, along her arm, to her shoulder and finally her neck. I leaned in and whispered against her skin, “Lovely.”

Abbey’s extended hand came down, to rest with her other, just as my lips began to trace the edge of her shoulder. She groaned quietly, leaning her head back. I took the advantage of her neck being more easily accessible, first planting small wet kisses along the graceful arch. As I heard her breathing speed up, I pulled her more tightly back against me, and fastened my lips on her neck, sucking lightly on her skin. I felt her hips wiggle back against me, as she gasped. I pushed her forward slightly, pressing her between myself and the rail, and forcing her hips even more firmly against mine. One of my hands slid up the soft sheet, until it reached her hair. I wound my fingers in the soft bright curls, and pulled her head to the other side, devouring the thus far untouched side of her neck and shoulders. She moved her hips up and down now, stroking my growing erection with her voluptuous backside, forcing a sharp growl from my throat.

Abbey’s put her hand on top of mine, on the restaurant table, and snapped me from my reverie. I quickly realized how absorbed I had been in the memory, when I noticed that her breathing was so erratic, that it should’ve caught my attention before now. I opened my eyes, to stare directly into hers. Her pupils were huge, and most of the soft grey iris was hidden by the dilation. Her look was one of pure and complete hunger, and it sent my own breathing into uneven spurts. I thought about trying to look contrite, but figured I’d never pull it off. Her eyes closed briefly, and she chuckled ironically.

When Abbey looked up at me again, she had a resolute look on her face. As she opened her mouth to speak, I found myself wondering intently what she would say, but she turned away and addressed the waitress at the counter, “Miss?”

The waitress came over to the table almost immediately, wearing a smile that I found hilarious, in that it suggested Abbey’s mind was the one being read for a change. I saw a quick grin flash on Abbey’s face, and her eyes flickered briefly to me in confirmation. She explained to the waitress – not bothering to come up with a clever little fib – that we’d both realized we weren’t so hungry at the moment, and could she bring some to-go containers, so we could eat our meal later. The waitress definitely sensed my nervous energy, as I cheered in my head, that dinner would be postponed. She quickly scurried off, but returned only seconds later, with the check and the containers. Abbey reached for the check, and I cleared my throat.

What do you think you’re doing?

She gave me an innocent and daring look, “You paid for all the drinks last Friday. I think the least I can do is pick up dinner.” She put her hand on the little portfolio, which seemed out of place in such a simple diner.

Point taken; now get your hand off of that check.

Abbey stared at me, obviously expecting me to back down. I raised an eyebrow, and kept my mind as clear and free of comment as possible. After we’d both held each other’s gaze for almost 30 seconds, I started to close my eyes, but reopened them as Abbey pulled her hand back with lightning speed. I laughed, she glowered, and then she started putting our food in the containers, while I slid the portfolio toward me and pulled out my wallet.

Once we were ready to leave, and I’d left the bill money and a sizable tip – mostly to thank the waitress for helping us to affect an escape so quickly – we stood to leave. I put my hand at the small of Abbey’s back, but I was careful not to touch her more than that. My control was on a thin wire at this point, and I decided to be very careful. Abbey apparently had the same inclination. We left the diner, and outside I opened the car door for her. When we’d left her house the first time, she had slid her hand over mine, on the car door frame. This time she was very careful not to touch me.

I silently drove the few blocks to Abbey’s house, and pulled into the driveway. Abbey had also held her tongue, and didn’t even talk when we got to the house. She simply got out of the car and headed for the front door, pulling her keys out as she walked. I followed her, watching the sway of her hips, and saw her pause momentarily, before she continued. I wondered for a moment why she stopped, until she kicked one hip sharply to the side, and looked at me over her shoulder, with a stare that only had one thing to say, “If you hurry up, you can do more than look at them.” Before I could react, she turned back and walked up to the door. She swiftly unlocked it, depositing the keys in her purse before reaching to open the door. I beat her to the handle, and swung it open sharply as I spun her around, wrapped one hand in her hair, planted my lips firmly on hers, and pushed her backwards through the door.

As soon as we were inside, I shoved the door closed with my foot, took another couple of steps forward, and pinned her against the doorframe of the entry way. The faint hold we were keeping over our bodies was let go. Within seconds we were peeling off each other’s clothing, our hands roaming over every new part of exposed flesh. After I’d quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse, I started pulling off the tank top beneath it. As soon as Abbey’s hands were free, they went to work on the buttons on my jeans. When they were all undone, she slid her hand inside, and I gasped against the swell of her magnificent breasts, where my lips had traveled. Without removing my pants, she began to stroke my already straining erection. Suddenly I was desperate. I had to get the rest of her clothes off. I had to touch her body completely, every inch. I reached behind her, and bent one hook on her bra as I wrenched the clasp open.

Her breathing became even more ragged, and I knew she could hear my thoughts clearly, as she allowed me to pull her hand away and yanked the bra from her arms. Just as fast, I had her jeans off, and I was pushing them and her panties to the floor with my foot. She pushed mine down over my hips, and as soon as my aching cock sprung free, she quickly trapped it between our bodies, warming it with the heat emanating from us. When our pants were discarded, I felt her go onto her tip toes, inviting me to lift her, so she could wrap her arms around my waist. I took another tack.

I held her tight to the wall, and began kissing my way down her body. I didn’t take my time, knowing that the anticipation of what I was doing would be blown, by my easily read intentions. I needed to do more than touch her, I needed to feel her body tense in pleasure, hear her raspy and excited breathing, see the goose bumps on her stomach… and I needed to taste her. I dropped to one knee, slung one of her legs over my shoulder, and attacked. I dipped my tongue into every crevice I could find, holding her hips rigidly against me, as I explore her wet and eager folds. I could barely hear anything above my own breathing, but every few seconds another gasp or groan would penetrate, and I would devour her even more intently. When I felt her other knee began to give a little bit, I knew I had to rethink our location.

I stood so fast, my head spun for a second. Abbey was leaning heavily against the wall, obviously stunned by the sudden loss of contact. I didn’t give her a chance to ask the reason behind it. I swung her into my arms, causing a shocked exclamation from her, hooked my jeans with a free pinky finger, and headed into the living room. The bed – and the stairs required to access it – was definitely not a feasible alternative just now. In the living room, I matter-of-factly put her down on the sofa, knelt in front of her, put both of her knees over my shoulders, and pulled her hips forward. This forced her to lean more significantly against the back of the couch, which was exactly my intent. I continued my onslaught from the entryway.

Abbey’s hand was quickly in my hair, and her hips were wiggling beneath my attentions. I moved my tongue to dash back and forth over her firm clit, and she cried out. I continued to drive her wild with this movement, as I slid two fingers inside of her dripping pussy. I pushed them as far inside of her as I could, the pulled them back, and returned them with a fair amount of force.

“Oh fuck! Jack!” I knew that sound in her voice, and it moved me more swiftly. I began sucking hard on her clit and pumping my fingers firmly in and out of her body as I felt the pressure building in her, all her muscles tensing in unison. I told myself to slow down, to take my time – that it was still early and we had the whole night. But my body wouldn’t listen. There would be time for slow, later. Right now, I needed two things. I needed to feel Abbey’s body explode, and then I needed to explode with her. I spend up my fingers and Abbey started to breathing in loud gasping sounds. She bucked her hips, and I fastened my lips on her clit and sucked as hard as I could. First there was sudden silence, as Abbey stopped breathing momentarily, and then there was a throaty scream as I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and pulse around them. I didn’t let up. I kept my ministrations going as long as I could, until I finally felt my hand freed by the violent bucking up of her hips.

While the ripples in her body pulsed on, I quickly grabbed the condom in my jeans pocket, discarded on the floor beside me, and surreptitiously opened and donned it, never removing my roaming lips from her sweet flowing juices. I timed it carefully, hoping Abbey was too taken away by the sensations in her body, to know my next move.

As soon as Abbey’s climax began to subside, I pulled my mouth away, shifted my body up, and plunged into her. She screamed again, and threw her head back in supplication. I took the offer. I pulled her hips further forward on the couch, and drove into her even harder, going as deep as I could inside her sweet entrance. Again I tried to tell myself to slow down, to take my time, and again my body wouldn’t listen. I was lost in her, in the feeling of her body, in the sounds of her reactions to each thrust of my hips, in the sounds I realized were coming from my own lips. I was adrift in her, and she seemed to have no desire to scale back the violence of our union.

I shifted up slightly, raising her hips with me, to gain better leverage. She reacted instinctively, repositioning herself to allow me even easier access. I growled in possession and victory, and began pounding into her with such force, the part of my brain that was still functional, was wondering if I was hurting her. The sounds she made were so guttural, it was hard to gauge, but there was no plea for tenderness. The tension I had created at the diner was erupting, and we were both lost to its explosive forces.

I pushed harder, deeper, faster, and she met each thrust with her own, begging for just a little more of me inside her. I gave her everything I had, pulling her legs slightly more apart, to fit as tightly against her body as I could. When she cried my name again, I knew that what I had really craved earlier was finally coming to me. I needed to feel that incredible sensation again, of being buried in her heat as her pussy exploded. I sped up even further, hearing Abbey cry out with each thrust. She looked straight into my eyes, and now they looked pitch black. Her eyes were entranced, lost in desire, and it drove me into even more wild and erratic movement. I pounded into her as hard as I could, at one point feeling the couch inch back ever so slightly, on the short rug beneath it. I heard Abbey’s breathing stop again, and then she screamed so loudly I should’ve been worried what the neighbors could hear. I couldn’t think enough to wonder, as I felt the surge ripple through her body, and felt her pussy tighten almost painfully on my throbbing cock.

Instead of slowing down to let her ride it out, I kept up the intensity of my movements, making her cry out again and again. For several minutes I continued to slam into her, and Abbey’s orgasm’s continued to rack her body. She alternated between low moans and sharp screams as she rode it on and on. Finally, I felt one incredibly violent wave pour over her body, and my cock erupted inside of her, shaking me to my core. My heart seemed to stop for a second, then beat erratically as I pulsed again and again inside of her, each pulse sending another shiver through Abbey’s body. I grabbed her hand and yanked her up to me, our lips fastening together and our arms holding each other tightly, as we rode each crest.

After a few minutes, the tide seemed to recede, and we were both shaking slightly, clinging to each other, our breaths suggesting we’d just run one hell of a marathon. Abbey’s head settled against my shoulder, and I realized how cool the room was, as the sweat covering my body caused a slight chill. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t let go of her, and her determination seemed as strong. She was the one thing keeping my soul from simply leaping out of my body and going on a holiday, and I held to her like a life preserver in the sea. I heard her chuckle, and surmised her mind was clear enough to pick up on my internal analogy.

“And to answer your earlier question, since no one’s ever known about what I can do, no one’s ever tried to use it that way. And right now, I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.”

I chuckled back at her, “I don’t think that’s really the important question right now.

“And what is? She mused back.

“Will we ever be able to keep our hands off each other long enough to get to the bedroom first?”

She laughed, but sighed quietly, as I silently denied to myself, that it was ever likely to happen.


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