Where the Heart Lies

Chapter Six: His Sanctuary

Willard looked around Abbie's apartment, a slight smile on his face. It was small, but she had made it rather cozy and homely. A large battered couch sat against the far left wall, and a small table was set up in the middle of the floor. There was a tall bookshelf on the far right wall, jam packed full of old paperbacks and one or two hardbacks. A battered TV balanced on milk crates was in front of the couch, and a DVD player was perilously balanced on top. A second crate filled with DVDs stood nearby. The kitchen was directly in front of him, and on top of the counter in a large glass jar were the irises he had given her. The walls were a light blue in color, and framed pictures were hung at intervals. Willard examined one-a colored pencil drawing of a great blue heron. "Where'd you get the pictures?"

"Some I inherited from my parents, others I found at garage and estate sales. You can sit down if you like. I'll go fix us a drink."

Willard sat on the couch, surprised at how comfortable it was. The cushions were nice and squashy, and he leaned back with a sigh of relief. Socrates climbed out of his pocket and curled up on the couch, nose twitching at the different smells of the apartment.

Abbie peered into the fridge, muttering under her breath. "I know it's here…I bought it last Tuesday…Aha!" she cried out in triumph and pulled out the six pack of root beer. "Bingo."

She found two glasses, and filled them with ice, then poured the drinks.

Willard opened his eyes when Abbie nudged his foot. "That for me?"

She nodded, handing him the glass. "The finest root beer I could buy. I hope you like it."

Willard laughed. "I thought a drink meant wine…or beer."

Abbie sat next to him. "Well, I don't drink, so you'll have to be happy with root beer."

"Root beer's fine. Socrates, you want to try some?" He dipped his fingers into the root beer and extended them to Socrates. The rat sniffed, and then nibbled Willard's fingers, chittering happily. "You like that, huh? Sweet, isn't it?" Socrates chittered and Abbie laughed.

"I think he likes it."

Willard chuckled, stroking Socrates between the ears. "He's definitely got a sweet tooth. Takes after me in that regard."

Abbie curled her feet under her, and grinned at him. "Oh? You have a sweet tooth? What's your favorite sweet thing?"

Willard gulped his heart racing. "Umm…well…I like chocolate quite a lot….and jelly beans. I love jelly beans." He groaned quietly when Abbie scooted closer to him, her lips inches from his throat.

"Anything else?"

"Uhhh….strawberry ice cream," he squeaked out, shivering in desire at her closeness. Her shirt had come un-tucked from her slacks, and he could see the faintest glimpse of smooth tanned flesh. His hands itched to touch her, and he slowly inched his hand forward, pressing the tips of his fingers against her, whimpering quietly at how soft and smooth she was. He stroked her stomach, tracing patterns with his fingers, and she moaned, shifting herself so he could place his palm flat on her stomach. "Willard?"

"Uh huh?"

Abbie set her glass down then leaned up, whispering in his ear. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

Willard gulped, then set his glass down on the table and pulled Abbie into his arms, kissing her as deeply as he could, groaning to himself at her wonderful taste. She shifted herself so she was sitting astride him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands up and down his back.

Willard was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Abbie was pressed tightly against him, her gorgeous breasts pressed firmly against his chest and her hands stroking up and down his spine. He groaned, and then gasped in pleasure as Abbie slipped her hands under his shirt, stroking his back.

"Abbie…" He moved his hand upwards, placing it gently on her right breast, stroking and squeezing through the silk of her blouse. "God baby…"

He moved his lips to her throat, kissing and biting her soft flesh, and she gasped loudly, her eyes half shut in desire. "Willard…oh god…"

Her hands came round, pulling off his jacket and tie. She tossed them aside, then smiled at him and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing her way down his chest and stomach, moaning quietly. "So good..."

Willard shut his eyes, moaning as he felt Abbie's lips on his stomach. She gently flicked her tongue across his navel, and then worked her way back up, gently nipping, and he moaned louder.

"Abbie…I…." His eyes flew open as he felt her gently caressing him through his trousers, and he gasped as he felt himself grow hard under her touch. He had never felt anything so blessedly wonderful in his life. They kissed, and Abbie continued stroking him. Willard moaned as desire raced through him.

He had to touch her flesh-had to remove all the barriers between them and make her his. He longed to see her spread out underneath him, longed to press kisses on every bit of her delectable body and make her moan and gasp his name. God, how he wanted her!

He fisted his hands on the bottom of Abbie's blouse, and whispered in her ear. "Lift your arms, Abbie." She obeyed, and he tugged her blouse off, groaning quietly at the sight of her lacey blue bra. Her breasts were straining at the material, and her nipples were hard. Willard groaned, and Abbie took his hands and placed them firmly on her bra, speaking against his throat in a low growl.

"Touch me, Willard. Please."

Willard obeyed, squeezing and stroking, pressing his hands together as fireworks went off in his brain. He slipped his hands around to her back and under her bra clasp, gazing at her in desire.

"Abbie…may I?"

"God yes…" Abbie groaned, and Willard carefully unhooked her bra, pulling it off slowly, his eyes fixed on her.

"Oh Abbie…you are so beautiful…" He ghosted his hand across her bare breast, and she shut her eyes, gasping his name.

"Willard..."

He pressed her against the couch, kissing her throat, then moved down, licking her breasts slowly and lovingly. Abbie moaned, running her hands through his hair.

"God Willard…"

"I love you, Abbie…I want you…"

"Want you Willard…I love you…god I love you…"

Willard kissed her breasts, and Abbie moaned louder. "Willard…please…make love to me…take me to bed…"

Willard felt as though the world had stopped. He was sure that he was dreaming. He could not be this lucky. "Abbie…did you…?"

"Make love to me…please…please Willard…"

He stood up from the couch, and pulled her up into his arms, kissing her with every ounce of passion he could muster. "Where's the bedroom?"

Abbie smiled softly at him and took his hand, leading him into her bedroom. He kicked the door shut and steered her towards the bed, kissing, stroking, and fondling every bit of her he could reach.

Abbie's knees bumped against the bed and she sank into it, pulling Willard down with her, and together they moved so they were stretched out on top of the covers. Willard kissed her throat, then the valley in between her breasts, and Abbie groaned in pleasure.

Willard kissed her chest, and then looked into her eyes, a shy expression on his face. "Abbie…I need to tell you something…I've….ummm…never done this before." He gave her a lopsided smile, and she felt her heart melt. "I…I don't really know what to do."

Abbie kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm new at this too, babe. Why don't we just…do what feels right?"

Willard smiled. "Sounds like an excellent idea." He kissed her, softly at first, then deeper, brushing his tongue against her lips in a silent request. Her lips parted, and he slid his tongue inside, moaning. He slid his hands down her body, pausing to firmly squeeze her breasts, and Abbie arched beneath him, groaning into his mouth.

Willard reached her slacks and slipped his hand inside her waistband, stroking her smooth stomach, and then ventured down further, his fingertips brushing against her soft, damp curls. "Abbie…god baby..." he pressed gently against her, and she gasped.

"Willard…oh god that feels so right…"

He slipped his hand out of her waistband, and she whimpered, gazing at him reproachfully. "Willard..." She gasped in pleasure as he removed her slacks, tossing them aside, leaving her clad only in a pair of lacey blue panties.

Willard gulped in desire as his eyes roamed up and down Abbie's body, from her large, firm breasts, down to her smooth stomach and long, flawlessly smooth legs, and finally resting on the dark triangle between her thighs. "God, Abbie, you are so beautiful." He kissed her chest, and then grew bolder, gently nipping her, and she growled his name.

He made his way down her body, then gently spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, the flesh warm under his lips. "Does this feel right, love?" She groaned in response, and he smiled. "I'll take that to mean yes."

The smell of her was intoxicating, and Willard removed her panties as quickly as he could, longing to taste her. "Abbie…may I?"

"Yes…" Her voice was dark with lust, and Willard smiled, then slowly flicked the tip of his tongue across her wet slit, moaning. She was absolutely delicious, and he wanted more. He licked again, pressing his tongue further into her damp folds, eliciting a soft cry from her.

"God baby!"

He placed his fingers against her entrance, and then slowly and gently slipped one inside, then another, his tongue still moving over every inch of her. Then his tongue and fingers brushed against the hard nub of her clit, and Abbie arched off the bed and shouted his name to the heavens.

"GOD WILLARD!"

He felt her walls starting to contract, and slowly increased his movements, working his tongue and fingers in tandem until she was shaking and sobbing in pleasure. She gripped the bed sheets, her voice rising and falling as she whimpered, gasped and shouted his name.

"Willard….god baby…that feels so…fucking….good…I…I'm going to….I need to come…I…OH MY GOOODDD!" She screamed in joy as orgasm after orgasm raced through her, leaving her breathless and trembling. "God baby you learn fast…"

Willard swallowed her juices, and then swiftly made his way up her body, kissing her deeply. "I do, and now it's time for the best lesson of all."

Abbie gulped in desire as she watched him remove his pants, groaning quietly as his erection was revealed to her gaze. He was quite large, and she felt a surge of heat between her legs as she gazed at him. She reached forward and gently caressed him, moaning as his erection throbbed in her fingers. Willard shut his eyes, moaning in pleasure, and then opened them when Abbie hesitantly spoke his name.

"Willard? Will…will you fit inside me?"

He chuckled, and then kissed her. "I'm sure I will. But, there is one way we could find out."

He gently spread her thighs apart, placed the tip of his erection against her, and then gazed at her, eyes dark with lust and desire. "Abbie, I love you…"

He slowly slid inside her, moaning at her warm wetness. He had never imagined that anything could feel this wonderful, and he thanked God that this gorgeous goddess had run into him.

He felt himself pressed against her barrier, and paused, speaking softly in her ear. "Abbie, if I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop." She whimpered in answer, and he smiled, and then began to slowly move forward, and she gave a soft cry of pain. "Abbie, am I hurting you?"

"A little…but it feels so good…" She gazed at him. "Just…push it in all the way."

Willard obeyed; breaking through her barrier in one hard and swift thrust, and Abbie clutched his back and shouted his name. The pain, which at first had been nearly all-encompassing, was swiftly receding to be replaced by the most wonderful pleasure she had ever experienced in her life. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and shouted in pleasure as he began to move inside her, hesitant at first, but then stronger and surer.

At first, they moved against each other, but it wasn't long before they figured out the rhythm, and they gasped, moaned, and cried as they moved in unison, slowly building to a climax.

Willard felt Abbie's walls starting to contract around him, and he felt his own orgasm cresting. "God….Abbie….I'm ready to….I…ABBIE!" He roared her name to the heavens as he came, spilling his seed inside her, trembling and shaking from the force of his orgasm.

A few moments later, Abbie reached her peak, shouting his name as her body shook and trembled from multiple orgasms. "OH MY GOD WILLARD!"

Willard collapsed against her, panting heavily, and Abbie fell back against the pillow, breathless, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "That was…"

He nodded, still panting. "Yeah…" He gently withdrew from her, feeling her body tremble, and she whimpered silently.

Willard shifted himself so his head was resting on Abbie's breasts, and she wrapped her arms around him, sighing happily. "I love you, Willard."

"I love you too, my Abbie."

He watched as she drifted off to sleep, smiling to himself. His Abbie. His lover. His goddess.

His sanctuary.