Chapter nine
This one is definitely R rated.
I wake in the morning to find that Abby is in the shower already, getting ready for work. I turn over on my side and spot a crevice in the bathroom door. I look through it, squinting my eyes so I can make out the shape of her body as she showers. I lye still, watching her stretch her body under the faucet, amused by her. All of the sudden I have a feeling that I have never lived until now. I don't think I've ever known what love is, ever experienced it, ever felt it. I've had several relationships, been with a descent amount of woman, but no feelings, through years of different woman have ever compared to one night of being with Abby.
I'm lost in my thoughts when I notice that Abby has caught me gazing at her in the mirror. I continue to look at her and she smiles at me, enjoying the attention. I can sense that she's more comfortable with her body now that her bruises are gone. She's got nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide. I think this is the first time in a long time that she feels sexy and lusted after.
A couple of hours later I've settled into my busy work day. Every once in a while I find myself dodging Susan because I know that the first time she gets me alone she's going to attack me with questions about my relationship with Abby. I haven't been discussing it with her; I guess that this is something so special, that I wanted to keep it private, at lease for a little while. I walk into the lounge for a quick break and of course I run right into Susan. I try to run the other way, but she catches me.
"Ah ha! Not so fast!"
"Yes, I love Abby." I blurt it out. I know she'd get it out of me so I give it to her and bypass her pulling my teeth out.
"Oh, I'm so happy for you guys!" Susan is such a sap.
"Well, don't get too excited, nothings really happened yet." I reply to her in frustration. Although the last couple days have been heaven with Abby, I'm really itching to make it official.
"It will happen Carter, I can tell." She gives me a wink and turns to leave.
"What do you mean?" I shout after her, but she's already gone. Maybe Abby has said something to Susan about her feelings for me.
Four hours later I step out of a major trauma, exhausted and ready to go home. I was supposed to be off an hour ago but someone forgot to tell that to the driver that hit an SUV full of children on the Kennedy. I walk up to the front desk where I spot Abby leaning on the opposite end of the counter across the hospital. I look down at my charts for a minute, signing out my last patients and drop the charts back onto the desk. I look back up to find Abby gazing at me in the same spot that she was in a couple minutes ago.
I smile at her with a questioning look on my face and mouth to her across the crowded room, "You looking at me?"
She shakes her head yes and gives me a million dollar smile that renders me breathless. I smile back at her and motion my head towards the lounge, communicating to her to meet me in there. I see her start to walk that way and I follow, taking the long rout around the counter. She's waiting for me, leaning one foot on my locker when I enter the dark room. I walk up to her, gently placing my hands on her hips as she extends her hands out to stroke my arms.
"You ready to go?" I ask her in a low voice.
"Well, actually, I was ready to go an hour ago." She jokes with me as she lets my arms go and walks into my embrace.
"Let's go out tonight; I want to take you out, like on a date."
"Are you trying to wine me and dine me Dr. Carter?" She whispers into my ear.
"No, I'm just trying to get you into bed" I joke with her. She laughs for a second and then looks me square in the eyes.
"It might work" She then gives me a smile that for the first time makes me nervous about being with her. I'm all of the sudden self conscious. What if the big ending isn't as great as we expect? What if our first kiss isn't perfect? What if I can't please her?
I walk up to Abbys door and give it a soft knock. When she doesn't respond, I open up the door as she steps out of her walk in closet. My mouth drops open as she approaches me. She's wearing a tight low cut, spaghetti strap black dress and high heels, her soft waves pushed off her face and tied together messily at the back of her head. She's wearing some make up, which I have only once seen her wear before. She looks sultry and womanly and irresistible. She walks past me, stopping to push my lower jaw back up to its original position. She gives me a mischievous smile and then grabs my hand to lead me out of her bedroom.
On the ride back from diner we sit in a comfortable silence in the back seat of the town car. I can't stop thinking about tonight and how perfect our date was and how perfect the rest of our evening might turn out. I'm getting a little nervous and I'm afraid that it shows.
"Your quiet all of the sudden" I hope she doesn't think that I didn't have a great time.
"I'm just thinking" I say this grabbing her hand trying to reassure her. "About what?" She asks quietly, caulking her head.
"You . . . and me" It took me a while to get it out.
"Good things?" She brings my hand up to her mouth and places gentle kisses in my palm then she laces her fingers with mine and drops our hands in her lap.
"Wonderful things" I whisper in her ear and kiss her hair line.
We walk into the house and I escort her up the stairs and to her bedroom door as if I'm dropping her off at her own house. We laugh at this, realizing how funny it is for me to drop her off in the room next door.
"Thank you for taking me out." She whispers to me, playing with the buttons of my shirt as I stroke her up and down her sides.
"Well, I just wanted to see you in this little black dress so . . ." She laughs at my joke and gives me another one of those smiles, and then it's all over for me. I can't wait any longer; I need to have her now. I trail my hand slowly from her waist up her back and to her neck. I rub the back of her head at her hair line and start to lower my head to meet hers. She rests her palm on my chest and grabs my shirt, pulling me slowly closer to her. I place kisses on her collar bone and up her neck. I make my way up her jaw line and close to the side of her mouth, not going there quite yet. I hear her sigh in frustration as she turns her head a little, asking for me to kiss her already and I oblige. Our lips meet for the first time in the softest most delicate kiss I have ever shared with a woman. I kiss her slowly, relishing every second that I'm touching her. She starts to back away from me and I almost panic that she is going to end our evening right now, but I then realize that she's taking me with her, pushing the door to her bedroom open. We stay connected, my tongue invading her mouth as she pushes me backwards towards her bed. I feel the bed at the back of my legs and Abby pushes me slightly so I'm sitting down on the edge of it. I pull her so she is standing inside my legs, her hands coming up to my face holding me as I kiss her and bite on her bottom lip. I move my hands down her body to the back of her legs. I stroke up her thighs and underneath her dress and for the first time I feel the softness of her bare ass. I knead her a little and move up to pull down on her g-string. I move my hands back down her butt and take her underwear with me. They hit the floor and she steps out of them, still wearing her heals and never pulling apart from our kiss. My hands move back onto her body as she unbuttons my shirt and slips my arms out of it. I start to kiss down her neck, making my way to her breasts, my hands underneath her dress, bringing it up over her head. She discards the dress onto the floor so I can continue feeling her. I stop kissing her for a second and lean back a little bit so I can see all of her.
"What?" Uh oh, I think I might be scaring her into thinking that I'm chickening out. I pause for another minute and I can tell that she's worried, but I have to stare at her a little bit longer.
"Your beautiful" She smiles at me, halfway embarrassed and moves her hands to cover herself. I grab one of her hands before she could set it on her body.
"No, don't." I entwine her hand with mine so she can't hide behind it. She steps closer to me and lays a hand on my shoulders, as the other one rubs down my chest and over my nipple. Then my hands encircle her waist as I pull her in for a fierce kiss. There is so much passion here, I think I might explode. She lowers her hands to my belt and starts working to release me from my prison. I lift my butt from the bed to allow her to slip my pants down and off my body, taking my boxer briefs with her in one swift motion. I move to get up so I can lower her to the bed, but she pushes me back and crawls on top of me. She rubs her naked body against mine and I moan loudly, unable to control myself any longer. She has completely taken control over me as I writhe beneath her. She trails kisses down my chest and back up it, teasing me because I thought that she would continue on her journey downward. Okay, so maybe I have to beg.
"Abby" I moan and squeeze her shoulder. She takes a minute from her assault on my chest and looks up at me, her hand reaching lower and lower. She looks me in the eye and drops her head down to kiss me passionately as she finally takes me in her hand. I enter into a daze. There is so much pleasure here, I can barely stay present for it. I almost black out, trying to prolong the inevitable and a couple minutes later I am on top of her and inside of her, moving slowly and lovingly and gently. This is the best feeling I have ever felt in my life, really, my whole life, this is the best moment of it so far. Not only because I am having mind blowing sex, but because I am having it with Abby, who I am so incredibly in love with.
"Carter" She calls out my name in a moan and I can barely hear it.
"John" She's trying to get my attention, "I'm not gonna break" She whispers in my ear. Okay, so maybe I am being too delicate with her.
I quicken my pace and within a couple of minutes we are lying side by side, satisfied and spent.
A couple of minutes pass and I find myself staring at her, not being able to take my eyes off of her. I move my hand over to her and trace lazy circles on her stomach as I place small butterfly kisses up and down her neck. She smiles underneath me and laughs as my touch becomes ticklish on her stomach. We smile at each other, both of us giddy after our lovemaking.
"What are you thinking?" She asks me with a smile on her face.
"I'm thinking like ten different things right now, actually." I want to tell her everything that I feel but I don't want her to think I'm nuts and scare her off.
"Let's hear it." She laughs, like she's expecting to be entertained by my thoughts.
"Well I don't know if you're ready for this."
"Spill it Carter" She gives me that look that I can't resist and I have to give her what she wants. I actually think that I'll never be able to say no to this woman, I want to please her every chance I get in every way possible.
"Okay, well . . . My first thought was that . . . that that was the best sex I've ever had. My second thought was that I hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as I did. My next thought was that I should be calling it "making love" because it's so much more than just sex when you're doing it with someone you love. I then started thinking that I hope you're on the pill because we didn't use protection. My next thought was, okay, so if you're not on the pill, we'll start a family early and . . . I hope it's a girl . . .actually twins, really is what I would like, two girls."
I stop mumbling as Abby starts laughing at me, but soon I'm laughing with her and tickling her under the covers. She settles down with a serious look on her face, taking my cheeks in her hands and kissing me softly.
"I love you too." She whispers it in my ear as if it's a secret. Wow, she loves me too. I must look like the biggest idiot right now because I don't think I have ever smiled so big in my life.
"So, you don't think I'm nuts?"
"No," She flashes me a mischievous grin "but I do think that you're sexy" She kisses up my chest until our lips meet again and soon I'm on top of her pulling her under the covers for an encore.