Chapter 23

"W-Wow…oh wow…" Abigail coughed out a little, scrubbing a hand down her face and looked down at Taker finishing up, his mouth pulling away from her still soaking sex.

"Mmm…" He rumbled, licking his lips before bending down to run his tongue lazily up her still soaked slit, smirking when he felt Abbie trembling.

When he felt her hands in his hair, he pulled away again and moved up her body, bending down to brush his lips against hers. Lust filled green eyes studied her face, taking in the flush, her dazed look… he approved. Taker was willing to bet she felt all relaxed and limp, lethargic, at the moment.

"You taste delicious, Abigail." He informed her, his tone coming out a harsh growl.

Tasting herself on his tongue was also a new experience and, surprisingly, she didn't find it gross or disgusting. How was that possible? His growl made her shiver all over again, especially when his mouth once again sealed to her neck. Abigail didn't think it was fair that he'd pleasured her orally, but didn't receive the same treatment.

"T-Taker, wait…" His head lifted to meet her eyes and she kissed him again, caressing his face tenderly with her hand. "I want to…do the same thing to you that you just did to me. I-I've never done it before, but…I want to try…"

He'd pleasured her with his mouth, so that meant she would have to do the same thing with hers. Abigail chewed her bottom lip as he contemplated her, feeling another flush wash over her body and melted when he captured her mouth again. From his understanding, Abigail's prior sexual experience was 6th grade, kissing and making out behind a tree, type stuff. Hell, he felt old; that was literally a whole lifetime ago, an entirely different world.

"Darlin'… as appreciative of that thought as I am…" And his cock was rock hard and practically screaming at him to shut the hell up. "I uh…"

Fuck all, she was a virgin and he wanted to take things sort of slow with her, give her time to enjoy, learn, and if need be, back out. He pulled back again, rolling onto his side and brought her with him, so she was on hers as well. Taking her hand, Taker guided it down to the front of his jeans, figuring they'd just start… small, so to speak.

Never had she felt a cock in her hand pulsate and harden, but that was all about to change tonight. Her first orgasm and now…Abigail swallowed hard at the hard bulge in his jeans and became nervous, wondering if he was even her size. If his cock would even fit inside of her. One step at a time, she thought, fumbling for a minute with the button of his jeans before finally unfastening them. Abigail didn't know what made her continue, but she slid his zipper down, her eyes focused on what she was doing, and knew this would be a lot easier if he took his jeans off.

"Will you…stand up for me? I don't think I can take these off with you…laying down…" Her eyes shyly peaked up at him, her hand stroking his bare chest.

Considering he could probably fit a few of her in his jeans, Taker smirked at the thought at how tiny she was. How breakable, and here she was, trusting him. His nickname was the Undertaker and she was the technical woman of his enemy, yet here she was trusting him. That shot a few weird things through him. Taker was overthinking it, overcomplicating it and he shed his pants before she could reach out for him, revealing himself to her in all his naked glory because he went commando. They were definitely going to have to take things slow, he mused, his gaze on Abigail's eyes. She was staring right at his cock.

Was a penis supposed to be THAT big?! Abigail could not take her eyes off it, trembling in both anticipation and a hint of fear, not of him, but of what he packed in those jeans. Swallowing hard, she had to take a deep, shuddering breath and reached out to take his cock in her hand, the hard warmth feeling wonderful against her touch. He groaned out and her eyes snapped from his cock up to his face, seeing he was enjoying what she was doing to him. Biting her bottom lip, Abigail testing the waters and stroked him one, two, three times, slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt him in any way.

When substance began forming on the tip of his cock, Abigail didn't even think twice about it and went on instinct, letting them guide her on what to do. Her tongue slid out to taste the pre-cum on his tip and felt his body shudder, a soft moan escaping her. It didn't taste bad, just a tad salty, but definitely not bad at all. So that was what cum from a man tasted like…interesting. She began licking and swirling her tongue around the tip experimentally, enjoying the sounds of Taker groaning echoing in her ears.

Virgin, virgin, virgin, he had to keep mentally repeating, forcing himself to not take her hair like reigns and fuck her mouth. Not to mention he didn't want to split those pretty lips of hers. "Watch your teeth, darlin'…" He cautioned when she took him into her mouth, pretty sure she would regret that since lockjaw was a thing. And he liked his skin where it was. "Fuck, Abbie…" It had been a while for him and just the feel of her tongue was going to blow his mind.

"Does that feel good?" She didn't wait for a response and continued suckling on his tip, her hand stroking him up and down continuously. "Lay down on the bed."

Abigail stood up in front of him and smiled as he allowed her to push him down on it, getting on her knees in front of him. That was better, at least he wouldn't have sore legs and feet from standing while she pleasured him. Then, she proceeded to continue the same treatment on his cock, just the tip again, before beginning to slide her tongue up and down his length. This was all experimental; she wanted to see what made him tick, what he enjoyed, and made sure not to use her teeth, going from one side to the other. Pulling back at his heavy breathing, she very carefully opened her mouth to take him in her mouth and could only get his tip due to his girth, knowing she would have a VERY sore jaw in the morning. It would be worth it though.

"Darlin', use your hand." He urged, raising his head up on pillows in order to watch her, seeing her problem.

Taker wasn't a tiny man by any means and, while it was great having those bragging rights with the boys, a few women had told him flat out it wasn't happening. That part sucked. At her somewhat puzzled look, he showed her by reaching down and gripping himself, showing her. Apparently, a man could have an orgasm by being stroked, but that's not what Abigail wanted to do for him. He'd pleasured her with his mouth and she wanted to do the same thing for him. Maybe she could do both and pushed his hand away to take over, his mouth once again on his tip while she pumped him up and down. A hiss escaped him, and Abigail knew she was doing it right, continuing doing both and once again watched her teeth.

Her hand began going faster, pumping harder, and Abigail realized why they called it a blowjob. It really was a job, a pleasurable one, but her arm would be hurting her tomorrow. Still, she didn't stop and did a sort of French kiss on his tip, opening her mouth to take him in and out of her mouth, not stopping the pumping. No matter how long it took, she would make him climax the same way he did her and reached down with her free hand to fondle his balls, not realizing that just intensified everything for Taker.

Also, it put him on edge because the wrong move or a squeeze would turn that pleasure right into excruciating pain. Abigail seemed to be on the gentle, tender side, so… he relaxed. His fists gripped the sheets beneath him, so he didn't take hold of her hair, refusing to pull out those beautiful ebony tresses.

"Darlin', I'm real close." He warned her huskily, figuring he'd do her the solid of letting her decide if she wanted to attempt swallowing. Most women didn't, he supposed he didn't blame them. And since it had been a long time for him… "Abbie…" She wasn't about to have a choice. He could feel everything tensing, his balls were tingling in a very pleasant, familiar way. "ABBIE!" She was trying to swallow. Bless this woman's heart because she was a rare breed indeed.

Honestly, there was no way anyone could swallow THAT amount of cum in one sitting, not unless it was shot directly down their throat. Abigail did not have that option and swallowed most of it, but some spilled out of the corner of her mouth on both sides, dripping to the floor. She coughed, not gagging necessarily, but it had been A LOT and she'd barely gotten it down. Hopefully, that would be easier to do as time went on, should Taker decide he wanted to do something like this with her again.

Taker collapsed back on the bed in a heap, breathing erratically much like she had, and Abigail rose to her feet, immediately heading into the nearest bathroom to clean herself up. There was no way she would kiss him with his own cum on her face, it wasn't happening, and it was a little gross, if she was being completely honest. Running the water in the sink, she splashed her face and wiped her mouth off with the towel, after making sure to get the semen off her mouth and chin, before rejoining him in the bedroom.

"Are you gonna be okay?" She asked, sitting beside him on the bed and laid back to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, darlin', you asking me that…"

He shook his head, running a hand down his face, which was probably bright red due to how intense that had been, along with the breathing issues he was having. His balls felt deflated and Taker knew he'd have balance issues tomorrow, which made him laugh at how stupid that thought was. Still chuckling, he pulled Abigail into his arms and on top of him, capturing her mouth in a kiss. He hadn't missed the look on her face when she had hauled her cookies to the bathroom, not begrudging it.

"Round two?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Abigail was glad he wasn't angry with her for going to clean herself up, though there was nothing to be done about Taker tasting himself on his tongue when he kissed her. The same went for earlier when she had to taste herself, so she supposed it was only fair. She giggled softly at his wiggling brows and smoothed them over with the pad of her thumb, nodding.

"I'll go as many rounds with you as you want, Taker." She said truthfully, pretty sure she could hear both their hearts pounding and beating as one. "Will you be able to continue? Your face is really red and…you're still breathing heavy…maybe we should take a break and let you cool down?" It wasn't said to be sarcastic; Abigail was genuinely concerned about him and caressed his face with her fingertips, leaning over to where her hair curtained around them. "Don't wanna give you a heart attack or anything like that."

"I'm willing to risk it, but water isn't a bad idea."

He gently pushed her away and stood up, stretching his limbs and tried getting some blood flow back into them. Taker felt like a cooked noodle and relaxed. He hadn't realized he had been overly tense until just now. Retrieving a few bottled waters, Taker brought them back to bed, passing her one.

"Now be honest, Abbie, how are you feeling about all this?" He didn't want her saying she would go as many rounds as he wanted just to please him, or anything else; he wanted her to be genuinely enjoying herself.

"Besides making a mess with…swallowing…never better." Abigail answered honestly, downing half her bottled water and hadn't realized how thirsty sexual activity made a person.

Hell, she wasn't even this parched with all the make-out sessions she and Bray had throughout the years. What she just experienced with Taker was…unlike anything she'd ever felt before and Abigail wanted more. She finished the rest of the water, tossing the empty bottle in the nearby trashcan and took Taker's empty one, adding it to hers. Moving, she straddled him again and kissed him, softly, sensually, feeling a little bolder. It did not bother her they were both completely naked either, if anything the skin on skin contact felt exquisite. However, when his hand brushed against the scar on her lower back, something he hadn't noticed because she'd been on her back or knees during the foreplay they'd just had, Abigail tensed slightly and broke the kiss to stare into his eyes, trying to read him. Did it bother him she had scars of her own?

The scar didn't bother him a bit and he lazily trailed a finger along the marred skin, feeling the length, the thinness of it. No, it didn't bother him that it was on her. It bothered him WHY, but that was long before his time and there was nothing he could do about it now.

"You're beautiful, Abigail." He reassured her, running his hand up and down her back soothingly. "Scars don't bother me, darlin'." He would be the world's biggest ass if they did all things considered.

Sighing, she pressed her forehead against his and merely kissed him, pressing herself closer to him. "They don't bother me either." She murmured, sliding her fingertips along the scars on his face and rubbed her nose against his, not a hint of repulsion in her eyes. "They give a person character and show they're a survivor." Sliding her fingers through his hair, Abigail couldn't get enough touching him and softly rained kisses all over his face, once again giving ample attention to the scar. "You're so warm…so strong and kind…handsome – definitely handsome…" She spoke near his ear, their chests pressing together, and tested a theory with her tongue against his lobe, tracing it. "Tell me if this feels good, Taker…"

"It feels great, Abbie." That seemed like another understatement, but divine also sounded corny. He let his hands roam her body again, shuddering when she found the spot just behind his ear, growling. "Woman…" She didn't stop, and Taker gripped her backside, pulling her into him, so she could feel him stirring again. "You're waking the beast again, darlin'." Taker informed her, pretty sure she had just giggled in his ear.

"Mmm good, I like the beast awake…"

Abigail squealed when she was suddenly planted on the bed on her back with him hovering over her, her midnight blues blackened over yet again. Her hand slid up his chest as his head dipped to capture her mouth and, all the while, his knee had very blatantly parted her thighs to where he could settle between them. Once again, her fingers buried in his hair as their tongues dueled together, tasting each other, the addiction more powerful than ever. Only when they needed air to breathe did Taker break it and attacked her neck, making her writhe beneath him again.

"I am curious…" She spoke breathlessly, hearing him give a half mumble/half grunt against her skin and arched her head to give him further access. "Will your cock fit completely inside of me…or am I too small for you?"

"It'll fit, mostly." He tried not to laugh, knowing she was serious about that question. Given his size and her virgin status… Taker didn't blame her one bit. "It's going to hurt, Abigail." There was no point keeping that fact from her hidden. He was an above-average size, and this would be her first time; it was going to hurt. "We don't have to do this tonight, darlin', we can take our time." A woman's body was a marvelous thing; she would definitely be able to take at least some of him and, if he had to improvise the rest with his hand or fingers, it wouldn't be the first time.

"I know it will." Abigail wasn't completely stupid when it came to anatomy and sex, though foreplay she had been blind on. She pulled back to stare into his eyes, gliding the pad of her thumb across his lips and could tell he what he said was the truth. "I trust you'll make it as comfortable and less painful as possible, though." The last thing she wanted to do was leave him hanging or to end their night together since it had been amazing so far. "Could we do the whole…foreplay thing again and…work our way up to actual sex? I'm nervous…I'm not gonna lie." She rested her forehead against his, breathing a little shakily. "I want you, Taker, but…taking our time instead of rushing sounds good…"

"Sounds good indeed, darlin'."

Taker had no intention now of divesting her of her virginity tonight. He figured they could do the experimental and foreplay thing. Her body would be so desperate for the actual experience of sex, it would handle the pain issue a bit better. Abigail hadn't left him hanging tonight, not at all. He was always up for cumming again, who wouldn't be? But at the same time, now that his issues had been handled, he was in a lot better control.