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muttered as I grinded against his palm.  I knew I should stop but I couldn’t.  It was pure, dizzy bliss and it spilled through every muscle and bone.  It was the break my body needed – the connection to Abram that flipped a switch in my brain and told me I was good, happy and safe.
    “Let’s go upstairs,” I breathed as he wrapped my fingers around his cock, pitching a forceful tent through the heavy cotton of his sweats.  And before I knew it, I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his torso and his tongue thrust in my mouth.  It claimed mine as his hands did the same with my body, his fingers parting my pussy, pushing inside me as he carried me up to his bedroom.  Halfway up the stairs, he tore my robe off, tossing it aside and letting it flutter down the stairs.
    “Abram,” I protested as he brought me through the door without closing it.  My arm reached in to slam it shut but with one missed swipe, it was an afterthought.  Tossed onto the mattress, I immediately touched myself, impatient as Abram shed his T-shirt and sweats, for a moment just standing there, naked at the foot of the bed with his thick root hanging between his muscled thighs.  He was torturing me.  He knew he was and he loved every second of it.  “Abram…” I whispered, arching my back.
    “Louder.”
    “Abram, please .”  I gave him his wish, the need building inside me like a storm.  “I told you not to tease me, please don’t tease me,” I moaned.
    “Then don’t make it so much fun for me,” he muttered, grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the end of the bed.  In a single motion, he flipped me on my stomach and spread my legs wide apart, shocking me silent with his tongue thrust into my pussy.  Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.  Eyes wide, my nails dug into his sheets.  The breath hitched in the dead center of my throat as he pushed deep inside me, then deeper, deeper.  Oh God.  My knees bent.  He straightened them.  Pulling me closer, his tongue laved over me, giving me every pleasure he could right there and then, as if apologizing for the teasing in the kitchen, the shower.  Licking greedily, he spoiled me, threatening me with an eruption I knew I couldn’t possibly muffle.
    “Door,” I moaned wretchedly, unsure if Abram was ignoring me or if the sound I’d made was nowhere close to a word.  I didn’t know but I could hardly care anymore.  Abram was tearing apart the foil of a condom and all I needed was that sound to lose myself entirely.  “Put it in, Abram, please,” I begged, reaching under myself to rub my swollen clit.  I was already on the verge, so painfully close to a screaming finish thanks to Abram’s impossibly skilled tongue.  Clamping a hand over my mouth, I suppressed the volume of my pleasure as I felt his smooth helmet parting my lips, spreading my wetness and teasing me to the very edge of my breaking point.
    I cried his name as he plunged inside me, fisting my hair and growling filthy words in my ear.  Cupping my throat, he pumped inside me, sucking my earlobe, gently dominating me till I was at his mercy.  Shaking under his weight, an orgasm ripped through every inch of me, pulsing my walls so tight around Abram’s cock that he came right after, and loud enough to tear the walls down.

chapter six
    I didn’t think to be angry till I was at work that night.  I could feel Rhode’s eyes on me as I stood at the end of the bar, angrily stabbing olives with a skewer.
    “Right… so, I’m gonna try again,” she tossed back her blonde hair.  “ Why are you all cranky tonight? If I’m not mistaken, you had sex with a hot mystery guy before coming here, and it was apparently good enough that you didn’t have to put on makeup.  Seriously, if I could package your sex glow right now and sell it at Sephora, I’d never have to work again.”
    I laughed.  “I’m sorry, it’s nothing.  I’m just… kind of regretting how things happened,” I said simply, withholding the