Abby Has Gone Wild (9 page)

A thick finger slips into me and he finds me
just as wet I told him. He brings up the finger and slips it into
his mouth and sucks. “You taste so good baby and you’re so wet. I
love the feel and taste of you, it’s like I get high off your body.
How many times have you used the vibrator?”

“Twice, after you left and this morning when
I woke up.”

“How are you feeling?”

He brushes the hair back from my face and his
hand forces my chin up to meet his eyes. “Tell me Abby. I need your
complete honesty baby, without it, this won’t work. I could end up
hurting you, or making your fear worse.”

“It wasn’t really painful, but I ache. Just a
twinge afterward, it didn’t hurt at all while I was doing it, it
felt really good.”

“You used the lube?”

“Yes and at first, both times I just let it
sit inside me for a little while and then I would fuck it in and
out like you told me. Both times, I had to do what you said that
night, to point it more up and then I came quickly after that. But
now that you’re here, Jack will you fuck me with it?”

Pulling me to him, his kiss is hot and nearly
savage, “Yes, baby I’ll fuck you.”

Over the next two and a half weeks Jack spent
his every free moment at my condo and I walked out with my head
held high at five on the dot. It wasn’t long after I walked through
the door I would strip and Jack would work my body into a frenzy of
need. Gradually, we moved up to the large thick vibrator and I was
so relieved when although it was tight and uncomfortable for the
first few uses within days I was working it in and out as if it
were the rabbit. Jack was proud of me and I loved the look in his
eyes as he watched me come from the thick vibrator. In our time
together, I had come to love the feel of his eyes on my body and
had taken to wearing next to nothing. Mainly, I wore his shirts and
nothing underneath. He loved knowing I was naked and his hands
roamed freely and often, caressing and shaping my body in his
hands, with my moans urging him on. Other times I wore the baby
doll lingerie and stockings as a treat but it was often torture as
he loved to leave them on and suck and tease me through the thin
material.

I had gone to three therapy sessions and
begged Jack to stop. He hadn’t liked the idea of it. As a condition
he made me take him through the night, once again, from the
beginning. Taking a deep breath, I started talking and didn’t stop
until my father showed up in the hospital and then he made me stop.
Although, it was hard to talk about the pain of the guy moving in
and out of me, I had barely teared up. It felt like it had happened
to someone else and although there was sadness for that person, it
wasn’t me anymore and it didn’t hurt anymore. He held me for a long
time after that, and said it was my choice and if I didn’t want to
go, I didn’t have to.

Today I’m on a low boil and had been all day
long. Last night I had begged for Jack to fuck me with his cock but
he had urged me to be patient. It was only that night I took in the
large vibrator with complete ease. I had been so frustrated, I had
gone down on him and attempted to climb on him but he was too damn
hardheaded and he’d flipped me over and had cruelly moved me into a
sixty nine and gone down on me. He’d been teasing and taunting and
I’d been so hot I’d taken him greedily into my mouth. I’ve learned
to take him deeper and into my throat, which turned us both on and
was rewarded for my efforts but he made me pay. When at last he’d
allowed me my climax I screamed and he laughed. Frustrated, I’d
pushed him away but he wouldn’t allow it. Easily, his arms went
around me and he’d promised soon. Well, tonight is the soon or I’m
going to lose my mind.

Entering the condo, he isn’t in the living
room and I pull off my blazer and begin to undo the buttons on my
blouse. I’m pulling my blouse from me when I enter the bedroom to
find him naked on the bed, his dick hard as his hand jacked it
leisurely. Taking him in my pussy gushes and I sway against the
door. I pull down my skirt and thong in one movement. I can feel my
pussy leaking along my inner thigh and I don’t care.

He holds out his hand and I reach for him, on
my knees leaning down to him. He controls me, his hands around my
face and his kiss is so hot and thorough I moan into him. Pulling
me away, he sits up and then pushes me down on the bed. My legs
open to receive him into the heart of me. Slipping a finger inside
me, he finds me ready for him and he smiles, open and wide. I
ignore the tightness in my chest and pull him down to me. Coming
down on me he lifts my legs under my knees and opens me wide. Then
his hands are firm around my hips, keeping me from moving up as I
long so badly to do.

I feel his cock at my entrance and I can’t
breathe, every cell in my body is waiting in anticipation for him.
He eases into me and he’s so very thick. My body accepts him and
stretches fit around him, yielding to him completely.

“Talk to me baby.” He groans into my ear as
inch by slow inch he pushes into me.

“Jack, you feel so good. I swear, baby,
please don’t stop. I love it, please, give me more.” My nipples are
tight to the edge of pain and my hands are tugging and pulling at
them in agony. My body is screaming for him deeper inside me and I
attempt to shift my hips up but he won’t let me.

“More, please, more!” I’m sobbing for him and
he rewards me by moving again, slowly, deeper. I want to cry with
relief when I feel him slide all the way inside, until there is
nothing between us. I feel full, complete and I cling to him, never
wanting to let him go.

I have no idea how long we stay like that but
then he begins to move, inch by inch out of me and I’m moaning no
and then he’s back. He moves up to his hands on either side of my
head and without hesitation I bring up my legs around him and shift
up taking him deeper into me and we both gasp at the sensation.

He’s deep so damn deep, and I’m so full I
know I’ll never want anything less than all of him inside me again.
I’m so wet there is no friction for us and all I can feel is his
cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Every pulse of him sends
a shudder through me and he isn’t even moving yet. A part of me
never wants this moment to end, after so long it’s better than I
thought it could be and I want to hold onto this moment so I never
forget it. Yet, Jack has shown me the pleasure that is waiting for
the both of us and I’m greedy, I want all of it. I beg him to move
inside me. Slowly, he begins to move then, his strokes start long
and smooth, in and out of me until I’m terrified he’ll pull out but
he never does. More, I’m begging him as I can feel my climax build
and without even realizing it my pussy is squeezing around him in
need. His strokes are less controlled and he’s slamming into me and
the echoes of it fill the room and I love it, urging him on. He’s
as frantic as I am and then I’m lost, crashing and breaking into a
million little pieces. I hear his shout in my ear and I cling to
him as his cock jerks and twitches inside me and I love the feel of
his come filling me up, finally inside me.

The feel of him strong and heavy on me tells
me I haven’t died and gone to heaven and I’m thankful for his
weight.

He begins to roll away but I cling to him.
Now that he’s finally inside me, I don’t want him to leave. Even
soft he feels thick and heavy inside me. My legs tighten around
him.

“Abby, I’m too heavy.”

“I don’t care. I love the feel of you inside
me. Please.” I feel his cock twitch inside me at my words and my
pussy clenches around him. He shudders and exhales my name in my
ear.

“Okay, baby. But you have to tell me if this
hurts you.”

I’m surprised when he rolls over onto his
back, his arms keeping me tight to him and I’m laying on his chest.
He’s still inside me and he feels deeper inside me and I love it
and smile with satisfaction.

“Thank you, Jack.” I whisper, as I listen to
his heart beneath my ear.

“You’re welcome. It was well worth the
wait.”

“I’m glad you think so, I was wondering if it
was just me thinking that.”

“Oh no, baby. It’s not just you.”

I go from frustrated to angry, the excel file
keeps changing the numbers I’m entering. I want to shove the laptop
off the ottoman I’m working at but as it’s company property I fight
the urge and scream instead. Wrapped up in my anger, I don’t even
notice that Jack has come in from the kitchen until he grabs my
hand and pulls me up into his arms. He rubs my back soothingly and
I melt into him. He’s dressed in a soft white undershirt that has a
few splatters of the pasta sauce he’s working with in the kitchen.
I don’t care. I’m in one of his button down white shirts, as usual,
without anything underneath.

It’s been four months since that first
weekend he brought a bag over and now most of his things are here,
even his uniforms. I love that he’s usually in sweat pants and a
tee shirt or light shorts with a tee shirt around the condo.
Although, I had taken to hiding his underwear, since I loved being
able to easily pull his dick from his sweats or shorts. He seemed
to enjoy it as well and had taken the hint and only wore underwear
when we went out or for work.

In the last four months there isn’t a surface
we haven’t fucked on or against. Just like I had begged him, he
taught me all the positions I dreamt about and others I had no idea
existed. I was his slave when it came to things he wanted to do to
my body but it went both ways. I only had to say his name and he
knew exactly what I wanted, him, anyway I could get him.

All my frustration slides out of me. I hate
bringing home work but I’m no longer working more than forty hours
anymore, unless I knew Jack wouldn’t be home. Although, I was also
against bringing work home, if there were special projects that
demanded it, like the one I’m working on, then I would. Jack would
see me with my work laptop and head for the kitchen, not even
asking, just make dinner for the both us. It had surprised me and
relieved me. Although, in the bedroom he liked to be in charge and
in all honesty I loved it too, as far as the division of household
duties there didn’t really seem to be any. He had had no problem
making dinner and cleaning up afterward and he did laundry and
cleaned the condo, just as often as I did.

I think we’re both a little surprised out how
well we fit together in my two bedroom condo. I did some paring
down of my books and instead of three walls covered with large
shelves filled with books, I’m down to one. He’d been against me
paring down the books but I had shrugged. I bought books so rarely
now, mainly buying on my tablet. I was keeping only my favorites
and some classics and a few I’d promised myself I was going to read
but probably never would. It wasn’t right to hold onto something
just for the sake of saying I had it, if I wasn’t going to use it.
He still shook his head. So I just waited until he went to work. I
boxed them up and Goodwill, after a little persuasion, picked them
up along with the bookshelves, before he came home. Now he has room
for his free weights and the desk that had previously been covered
in books was now free for his laptop and a printer that worked but
I’m sure the ink has dried up in. It was his space and he had been
able to hang his clothes that didn’t fit in my walk in closet in
the rooms own smaller walk in closet.

We went to movies, or even better he had
hooked up my previously useless huge flat screen television and we
watched movies and streamed television cuddled on the couch. Jack
had even picked up the habit of reading. While looking through my
books he’d been surprised to find the majority of them mystery,
thriller and crime fiction. I had teased him that the romances were
just as fun and informative and that’s where I learned the things
he hadn’t taught me. He tried to take me out to dinner or lunch but
he never let me pay so whenever he made a suggestion I did my best
to give him a better reason to stay home and that usually started
with me on my knees. When I went down on him, Jack loved every
moment and anything that happened before that was usually
forgotten. I love having him in my mouth, it makes me wet just to
think of it and have done it so often that I can take him into my
throat, we both love that. I don’t know of a better sound in the
world than my name coming out of him in a sigh.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

I nuzzle my nose into his neck as he picks me
up and my legs go around him. He sits down on the couch and he
brushes the hair away from my face. I scrunch my face. I hate
complaining about my work when he rarely does and his job is so
totally harder than mine. But he asks again and I sigh. I reach for
the laptop and put it on the couch beside us.

“The excel file isn’t acting right. Marcy at
work started the project but her numbers came out all wrong so Stan
gave it to me to fix and clean it up right. I enter the numbers and
even though I checked the macro and the formulas it keeps coming up
wrong.”

He asks more questions and I’m surprised at
his knowledge of excel. I’ve been working with it since college and
had to think before answering several of his questions. Gently, he
moves me off him and pulls the ottoman closer and opens up the
macro and settings. After a few more questions he makes adjustments
and saves his work and hands the laptop back. I’m shocked, the
worksheet is still running, making all the changes and the numbers
begin to match.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“She had the right formula but she was
telling the program to do the wrong thing. It happens and you
wouldn’t have caught it. You would have had to start all over again
from scratch.”

“Jack, thank you! I love you! You just saved
me from a migraine.” I jump on him, my arms tight around his neck
as I smother him in loud, wet, smacking kisses. He laughs as he
cups my ass and squeezes.