The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

There was nothing more intoxicating than the taste of Abigail’s pliant lips on mine. I very damn well lost my mind.

I couldn’t help it. I had been watching her mouth all night. Staying away from her all these while had been the single most difficult exercise in self-control of my adult life, and I was done with distance.

My lips parted hers gently, tasting her, and heat burned at the base of my spine, surging upward through my entire body, like I had been parched for months in a desert and she was my cool, sweet water calming my raging thirst.

Hollering and cheers exploded around us but I could hardly hear it over the blood rushing through my ears. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

I pulled away licking at her lips before thrusting my tongue past them, kissing her slowly. I wanted to take my time and worship the softness of her mouth the way it deserved, to make up for everything.

She moaned against my lips, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer.

God, yes baby.

I groaned, pressing in against her soft body. The beads on her dress dug against my skin but I couldn’t care. Her scent, her jasmine intoxicating scent had my cock thickening rapidly, throbbing and aching to have her.

My other hand found her hair, fingers sliding through the pins of her updo, feeling it come loose around my hands, the dark silky weight of it falling.

I breathed her in, etching her scent, her taste into memory.

"God, I’ve missed you," I rasped against her mouth, shuddering when she raked her fingers up my neck, closing my eyes tightly. "I’ve missed you every single day."

Her fingers tightened in my hair.

"You have no idea," I pressed my lips to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the soft skin just below her ear, feeling her shiver.

"What this week has cost me. Sitting a door away from you and not..." Her pulse jumped under my mouth and I felt it down to my balls.

Christ. I didn’t think I could meet anyone who undid me the way Abigail did. "You’re all I think about. Every room I’m in. Every meeting." I came back to her lips, tasting her again, kissing her hungrily, swallowing every little moan, every whimper, every gasp when my hands moved down to grab her ass, pulling her flush against my throbbing cock.

"I ache for you,Abigail. I don’t know what else to call it."

"Okay that’s enough son, Good lord," her grandfather’s voice cut through the air, piercing through the haze that had clouded us.

Ah shit. I forgot all about everyone else being present. I had meant to do this privately, ask her to be mine, but she had touched me and I lost my fucking mind.

"Don’t go devouring her yet, jeez, wait until we leave." Annette groaned.

"Oh come on, Gerald, it was about to get interesting," her grandmother smacked him. I could just see where Abby got her sassinness from. The old woman tossed me a wink and made a carry-on movement with her hand.

"Meemaw!" Abigail groaned, stepping away from me quickly.

"What? You completely forgot we were here, girl," Her Meemaw chuckled, walking over to us. She grabbed my arm, the smile on her face dropping for a minute.

"I like you son, it’s obvious my baby likes you too, but if you hurt her, I’ll whoop your ass and stuff your body in a tank."

"And I know how to make that tank disappear," Gerald chimed behind her.

"No, they don’t," Abigail chuckled. "They’ve been watching too many mafia movies."

"Don’t go killing my shine, Abby," Marissa chuckled, hugging Abigail close and pressing a kiss to granddaughter’s cheek.

My chest tightened at the sight. Annette had told me that family was everything to her. I didn’t understand why.

My family was insane. Aside from Angel and River, I couldn’t think of anyone else in my family who could be everything to me.

But now I could see why. I was happy that at least one of us didn’t have soap-opera dysfunctional relatives as family.

Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her cornflower blue eyes glazed over with lust and all glassy with need. Need for me.

My chest swelled with pride at the thought. She still wanted me. My eyes fell on her heaving tits pushing against the neckline of her dress and a hot jolting pulse surged up my cock.

She licked her lips, glancing at me from under her lashes and the throbbing grew worse.

What were the chances grandparents would protest if I were to whisk her away right now?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

I reached into my jacket pocket and fished out a small red box.

"Happy birthday, My Abigail,"

She arched a brow at the box, then at me before taking it from my hands. She popped it open and let out a soft breathless sound.

"No way,"

"Finn." She whispered, tracing her fingers over the diamond stones in the pendant. "What on earth?"

"Do you like it?"

Her blue eyes met mine, glowing very brightly and the heaviness that sat on my chest slowly eased.

"Like? I freaking love it," she beamed up at me and the world felt fucking whole again.

"Oh my, let me see!" Jade squealed and in a flash, her friends swarmed her, cooing and awing over the necklace.

I loved the brightness of her eyes as she showed it off.

"Put it on me, put it on me," She squealed and Sasha got the necklace out of the box sliding it over her neck.

I watched the pendant rest right at top of the swell of her breasts and my dick pushed painfully against my pants.

An image of her in nothing else but that necklace filled my head. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I announced, inching close to stake my claim.

"If it pleases the crowd or not...I would like to take my girlfriend home."