Ok... I thought about it and really couldn't leave it at that. I hope you enjoy round two. If enough to... perhaps I'll go for round 3...
His low growl continued as he pressed her into the mattress, nipping her neck softly with his teeth.
Her soft breathing became more intense with each lick, nip and grazing of his teeth.
Abby hummed with pleasure at his eagerness, closed her eyes when his teeth moved across her collarbone, and raised her leg, resting her thigh against his hip. She was already half wild, and he hadn't done much. Yet.
She only hoped to hold onto her sanity while she could, by the time he was done, she knew she would be pleasantly sore and exhausted. Just the thought of that made her smile.
She could feel him growing hard, nudging intently on her thigh as he worked across her skin and down to the blue lace. Abby shifted, in a vain attempt to center herself under him. Giving her body what it wanted… needed. The need to feel him pressing into her center was more than her need for air.
Abby pulled his head away from the very pert nipple he was stroking through the lace and brought his face to hers. His blue eyes met with her green, and his lips pressed gently against hers. Seeking permission to press forward.
If either them would have paused to reflect at that moment, it would have seemed ridiculous, his lips meek, his hands slightly trembling as they worked their way across her skin. Gibbs was no first time lover, and he knew he had no reason to feel embarrassed in front of Abby, no need to ask permission.
Her mouth pressed into his, smearing the perfect red lipstick across his lips, staining them slightly. Teeth clashed against each other as they dueled for control. Then, Gibbs drug his mouth from hers and studied her face. She bit her lower lip and waiting, anticipating his next move.
His tongue lashed across his lips as if the stain of lipstick would be wiped away if he did. Really, he was taking his time, savoring the taste of Abby's mouth. His smile was pure, honest, loving, and she knew that the pleasure he was experiencing was from how turned on he was able to make her.
"You're teasing me," she half-heartedly complained as he moved his hand across her right breast, making wide circles around her areola before flicking across her nipple. His hand left her breast and she pouted. It was quick to find the other and repeat the process. Abby arched into him, pressing her thigh against his length and shivering as she felt him press back.
Gibbs moved above her and let out a long breath as he pushed the blue lace of her bra down and took both breasts in his hands. He pressed them together, admiring the way they looked pressed beneath his calloused fingers. He stared at them and became even harder.
Much to Abby's relief, he finally lowered his head and began breathing on the skin beneath his hands. His light stubble pressed into her, adding just the right touch of pain to the pleasure she was experiencing.
She breathlessly whispered words he couldn't understand. He did however get their meaning. More. He slowly slid his tongue out and drew the same circled patterns that his fingers made before. As she arched beneath him, strained with his weight a top of her, she knew her excitement, her frustration. Finally, he flicked his tongue across one nipple, and then the other. He pressed the two close together and continued alternating, circling, flicking. One, then the other, and finally both. He was merciless in his assault, tasting, enjoying the feeling of the lace pressing up on her breasts and he held them together.
As he took both nipples into his mouth, his erection pressed against her and Abby took the chance. She writhed beneath him, giving herself more stimulation each time he licked. When he began softly biting her nipples, she realized that she was close to going over the edge. Softly she moaned his name. When he didn't take the hint, she drew out a longer version, calling him Jethro.
It obviously did nothing to make him stop, and most likely turned him on even more, she realized. She was on the edge, feeling the slow burning becoming a fire that refused to be put out. A part of Abby wanted to stop, but another part didn't care. Ecstasy flew high, and her body wanted nothing but to join it.
His expert tongue work, along with his erection pressed along her thigh and hard on her wet center, helped her le go and fall over the edge. Her hands dug into the jeans he had on, begging to scratch over the bare skin hidden underneath. His name became her final release, drawing it out as she rode the wave.
He expertly pressed forward, offering just the right amount of stimulation to bring her gently back, yet keep her wetter than ever. Feeling her still finally, he released her breasts and moved up, pressing his forehead against hers.
"I didn't expect you to finish so soon…" he teased, "I guess you've still got enough time to go out tonight."
Her eyes locked with his again. "I'm sorry… why don't you start over, and I'll try to hold out this time. Going out is the last thing on my mind Jethro."
He pressed her into the bed and she pushed back, lifting his shoulder ever so slightly.
"Oh no… its my turn" she smiled.
"Did I ever tell you that you're trouble Abby?" he smirked as he allowed her to maneuver him.