"Did I ever tell you that you're trouble Abby?" he smirked as he allowed her to maneuver him.
She rose above him, pressing him flat against the mattress. "Trouble? Not me…" she said as her lips moved to his throat, nipping at his pulse point. "Who could even equate me with mischief?"
Her words along with her hands moving slowly under his white t-shirt elicited a low growl from him.
"Indeed" was all he could reply as her fingers slid up his torso and flicked across his nipples. Each flick of her fingers matched the nipping at his neck until it was all he could do to prevent himself from reversing their roles again. Feeling his body go rigid, she stopped and rose above him again. He sat up, leaning his face into the warmth of her breasts. His tongue darted out, sliding into the valley.
She pulled back feeling herself get even more wet. If she didn't know better, she would have said it was impossible for her to be this turned on. She slid down the bed and stood up, curling her finger for him to join her.
Slowly he gained composure and met her, eye to eye because of her boots. Abby reached her hands around his back and slowly pulled his shirt over his head. The shirt was tossed aside as her eyes danced across his flesh. "Better than I ever imagined" she whispered.
With a smirk her replied, "You're not so bad yourself you know." She shook her head in amusement and bit her bottom lip letting her fingers walk from his shoulders down, tracing the muscle lines, the faint scars, and across his stomach. Her fingers stealthily slipped into the waistband of his pants, sliding across his sensitive skin.
His chin fell to his chest with his eyes closed. He was coming undone just by her touch. He could feel himself weeping and she had done little more than tease the skin above it. As quickly as she started her assault, she stopped, leaving him to be the one wanting, needing, and if he wasn't so stubborn… begging.
Nimbly, her fingers went for the button of his jeans and slid it free. A quick flit to his waist, and they were back to the front of his pants, ghosting around their goal. When they finally reached the zipper he reached out, putting his hands over hers and stopping them.
For a minute Abby thought she had done something wrong. "Careful… I don't want to get caught."
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I think I already caught you Jethro…" and she tried to continue on.
"No… I meant in the zipper…"
Her eyes widened as what he meant registered in his mind. "Commando?" she teased. "I never would have thought…I was sure there were nice, tight briefs there… maybe a bikini style… not a wild print though…"
"Abby…" he growled at her effectively ending her rambling. His hands carefully moved with hers, uncaging him from the confines of his jeans. "I actually only do this at night… when I'm going out…" he tried to finish as she slid his pants down his legs "with you." he finally gasped at she blew a soft warm breeze over his length. His words registered in the back of her mind as her eyes drunk him in. He was magnificent.
Her hot breath proved to be more than he would handle at the moment and another glistening bead formed on his tip. "Abby… if you keep this up…" he warned.
"That… is just.." she slowly said as she breathed out, pressing him to the bed once again, "I… plan… on…"
His thighs hit the edge and he fell backwards, relived to not have to stand. Propping himself on his elbows, he watched her come closer, playing the role of the huntress. Smirking, he slid up the bed and leaned against the iron wrought headboard. She followed on her hands and knees, her eyes fixed on her goal.
He felt her breath tickle his skin again, sending waves of pleasure to his very core. Her mouth, so very close to its goal stopped and she laid her head on his abdomen and continued her slow torture of him. He should have known that with Abby it would be like this. A touch for a touch, tease for a tease. He wanted to push her off and take the dominant position back, slide into her and make her cry out. He also did not want to disappoint. His hands pressed into the mattress, clenching the blanket beneath.
As her breathing continued her fingers trailed across his thigh and finally found their mark, cupping him in her hand. Another moan escaped his lips - part encouragement, part warning - letting her know he was enjoying it too much for her own good.
The moan made her rise to her knees and reposition herself. "Make room." she ordered and to her surprise, he complied. She gave him a sexy smile and crawled over to kneel between his legs.
Her hands left his skin, reaching up and slid her shirt off and then her bra. Instead of the slow tease she was planning originally, it was quick, filled with need of her own. After discarding the clothing her hands moved up her own sides, pressing her breasts together as he had. She bent over him, and released her breasts, only to press them together again when she caught his erection between them.
Slowly she began to move. The light sweat he worked from her combined with the moisture weeping from his tip to let him smoothly slide across her flesh. Gibbs couldn't contain himself and let another load moan loose. Between his moans he whispered her name, cursed, and his body bucked against hers.
Abby looked up at him and waited till the moment was right. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her she took his tip into her mouth still stroking him with her breasts. The last strand of his restraint snapped and he pushed her off of him.
"Abby… Im not twenty anymore…" she smirked and propped herself up on her stomach with her hands under her chin.
"So? I think I can hold out until you're ready again after wards."
"I don't think I can Abby." he replied and pulled her small frame to the middle of the bed.
He unzipped her boots the rest of the way and peeled them off of her, tossing them like trash in the corner. He continued his assault with her thigh high stockings, and finally slid her skirt and panties off.
It was his turn to sit there and admire her form. Sexy, curvaceous, and his for the taking. His hands wandered along her skin, teasing her again as he did his best to calm himself down.
"Abby…" he whispered… "Touch yourself for me."
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Wouldn't it be more fun if you did?"
"Please Abby…" he begged. It sank into her mind. Gibbs truly wanted this. "I've imagined you doing it so many times… wondering if you were thinking of me."
"Will you do it too?" she asked as her hand slid across her taut stomach. "I'm… I can't…" he replied sheepishly, "Way too close Abbs."
Her hand slid between her folds, and she spread herself for him to get a good view of exactly what she liked. Slowly she teased herself, working her body into another frenzy. His hands moved to her thighs as he watched, his breathing slowed but became more ragged. Abby moaned his name while staring at him.
"At least three nights a week I have to do this Jethro. I moan your name while I sit here and dream of the night where I won't have to anymore. Now I don't… and yet, I do it…"
As the last word let her mouth he slid a hand up her thigh and dipped inside with her. His fingers slowly pressed forward, and slid inside. Abby started to pull away when he stopped her. "No… stay…" he ordered.
Her fingers moved back to her hood, teasing her lips and her clit as his delved deeper inside. Her hips began to rock forward involuntarily and she began to moan again. He dipped his head down licking her stomach and trailing his tongue towards their hands.
Her fingers spread, allowing him room without asking. He bit down teasingly, taking her swollen bud between his teeth before letting go and blowing lightly on it.
Her hands moved to the back of his head, encouraging him on. He pulled away and smirked at her.
Abby opened her mouth to complain, but as the words left her mouth, he lined up with her and pressed down, sliding his length against her. Covering it with her moisture, as he savored the taste of her on his mouth.
"Gibbs… you're playing with fire…"
His smile lit up his eyes with color as he steeled himself again. "Oh? And here I thought fire was trouble…"