Chapter 11- The death of me
You get up slowly, trying not to wake her, go to the window stretching and yawning. That bright blue sky reminds you of Arizona. You had good times there. But you don't regret coming back. Chicago's your city, you love it. It's urban, raw, authentic. You made new friends, rekindled old friendships. You look at Abby sprawled in bed. She loves you. She said so. Life's perfect, right now.
You creep onto the bed, kiss her shoulder, neck. "Wake up, sleepy head…" you whisper.
She opens an eye, pulls up the sheet "Five minutes…".
You sneak down the sheets, hug her "I called room service… breakfast's on the way".
"Mmm, breakfast in bed… good idea" she now seems more alert.
Abby pulls you to a kiss, you lie on top of her, smiling at her.
"It's still early…" she says, caressing your back.
You kiss her neck, sternum, "Any ideas?".
As the kissing becomes more urgent, you hear someone knocking at the door "Shit…" you sigh in frustration "Must be our breakfast, I'll get it…".
As you're about to reach the door, Abby calls out "Susan…".
"Yeah?".
"You're naked" she chuckles.
"Oh… damn it" You have this habit of walking around the house naked. Feels good, why not?
(You try not to remember that time just after you and Dix moved in together and you decided to welcome him home naked. Would have been very sexy hadn't he brought his brother to have dinner, that evening. You don't remember feeling so embarrassed in your whole life).
"Huh, can you leave it there, please? I'm not really dressed…".
"I need your signature, ma'am" comes the answer from the other side.
"Great… Just a minute!".
Abby's finding this very funny "Huh, there a robe in the bathroom" she says trying not to laugh.
She's still giggling when you place the tray at the edge of the bed "You could have told me about the robe earlier…".
"Why would I do that? I like you parading around naked…" she says kissing your shoulder as you settle next to her.
She's always complimenting your eyes, but you think hers are prettier. She has these dark puppy eyes that you love and right now, when she's staring so lovingly at you, you don't need to say anything: you smile at her and she knows what you mean. You rest your head on Abby's lap and yawn "We have to get ready…".
"Yeah…" she sighs while enmeshing her fingers in your hair.
You get up, start collecting your clothes and shoes "I need a shower…" and you find your room key card.
Abby gets up too, stretches her limbs and comes closer "You could shower here…" she says with a pseudo angelic smile.
"I could…". Abby's already opening your robe.
"Come on…", she says and you follow her.
"Abby… we can't be late…". She shuts you with a kiss and you can't fight: you enfold her in your arms, Abby pushes you into the shower cubicle, you both stumble and laugh between kisses.
The tiles are cold against your back, but Abby's busy peppering your neck and chest with kisses and nibbles and you can't think of anything else.
She takes a step back and you watch the water cascading on her. She's so pretty, your mermaid.
You gesture her to turn her back to you. You reach for the shower gel, squeeze it on your hand and lather it all over her body. You feel her surrender to your touch. You start rubbing gently her shoulders and back, while kissing the nape of her neck. You can't see it, but you can feel her smiling.
You reach her front and you linger on her breasts, cupping and feeling her nipples stiffen under your fingers. You play with them until you have her gasping and moaning in your arms. You love that sound.
Then you let your hand slide down her stomach, slower than both of you want, until you cup between her legs and Abby's begging you to take her "Oh my… what you do to me…", she grasps your hand like she's afraid you stop what you're doing.
She's so warm and throbbing for you, you do that do her.
You caress her clitoris and she jerks a little, you hold her tighter. She surprises you by sliding a hand behind her back and reproducing all your moves on you. You go blank for a few seconds, relishing on what she's doing to you with those magic hands.
"Everything ok, back there?", she asks teasingly.
"You gonna be the death of me…" you whisper in her ear as you grab her harder, eliciting obscene moans from Abby. She gets back at you by stroking your clit between her fingers and it hits you hard, very hard. You sink your teeth in her shoulder, muffling your cry and, you're not sure if in spite of or because of that, she comes too, her knees go weak and you have to hold her close to prevent both of you from falling.
After a while, she turns and faces you, cups your face, looks deeply into your eyes.
The water's already running cold.
"That's how it all started…" she smiles at you.
"What?" you don't get it at first.
"Us. That night in your shower. After your party…".
You smile at the memories "Oh, yes…".
"Yeah… you seduced me…" Abby comes closer.
"Excuse me?" you frown playfully.
"Yeah… you kissed me first…" she gives you a soft kiss.
"You were checking me out…" you kiss her back.
"Liar…" she smiles against your lips.
"I was drunk… but I remember…" you caress her ass.
"Ok… but you were inviting me with your eyes…", she whispers against your lips.
"I was so turned on…".
"I was soaking wet just from looking at you…" she kisses you, with a steady hand behind your neck, you part your lips and Abby's tongue's tracing your gum line, touching your palate, rubbing against yours. "You're delicious…" she mutters.
You feel your cheeks warming, you try to hide it, it's ridiculous. Little girls are allowed to blush, not grown women.
She smiles at you "And… I love it when I make you blush…", kisses your cheek.
You look at the mark you left on her shoulder and you feel even more embarrassed, it's turning purple… "Oh… God… I'm sorry about that…".
She chuckles quietly "Who thought you would be so rough, huh?".
"I'm sorry. I'm not usually like that but… I can't help it…", you shrug embarrassed.
She seems pleased and smirks at you "Well, we're even now!".
She laughs when she sees your clueless expression "You haven't seen your neck, have you?", she says exiting the booth.
You smile and shake your head when you look in the mirror and notice the red mark on your neck.