Song: Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

ICHABOD – POV

Sleep would not claim me tonight. My pillows were fluffed, the temperature in the room was perfect, but no matter the effort, my mind would not lull. My eyes were open like the entrance to a tunnel, my gaze upon the wood-beamed ceiling. I lay nestled in the soft sofa under the comfy duvets, gazing up at the wood-beamed ceiling. I felt confident there was no impending danger, yet my mind refused to rest. I was clouded in my thoughts and the events with The Hessians albeit that was secondary.

Primary is what just occurred. With Lieutenant Mills...Abigale...

As I watched the white powdered ash from the burning logs crowding in the crevices of the auburn bricks. The thick wood pieces were crackling and popping as the bright flame slowly ate away at it turning it to black ashes as if a shadow had corrupted its lively essence. The dancing fire licked and spat at the curved ceiling of the hearth with its glowing, bright golden flame, and its red base shimmered across the wood like dawn upon a summer morning.

I stirred about, a lingering haze of sleep sat somewhere at the back of my mind but is too far away to reach, floating in the pool of my memories is her. Beautiful Abigail, partially nude, writhing, moaning, and calling out my name in her erotic dream state. I could feel my own body becoming warmer in appreciation.

What was I doing with her - to her in that dream to elicit such a reaction?

Whatever it may be, she truly appeared to be…sated.

As I am recounting the moment, no longer am I able to rid myself of impure thoughts. My member ached to be free from the binding of my trousers. I kick off the now tented quilt and stand to my feet so I can remove my shirt and trousers.

I lay back down, urgently reaching for the quite lure into sleepiness and so I close my eyes. My idle hands maneuver lower, my chest, my belly, finally settling on my throbbing manhood. Firmly grasping my hardened flesh with both hands, my body shudders at the contact. I am at my mercy.

At that moment I wasn't aware of anything; all I could comprehend was my unquenched desire. I longed for the feel, taste, sound, touch, and scent of Abigale and my entire body yearned for her.

With the image of the Abigale beautifully engraved in my mind, along with the sound of her sexy voice crying out my name. It took only a few strokes and I was there. "Abigale ...Oh…Oh!" In a matter of moments, I arrived, my hot eruption shot up into the air landing on my stomach as I called out her name.

The slight glow from the hallway pooled around my feet as I quietly drifted into the bathroom to clean myself. The floor creaked a little as I neared. I pushed the already cracked door open, wincing as the hinges squeaked in protest for the first few inches and then silencing for the rest of the way. I quickly cleaned myself and was on my way to reattempt my sleeping efforts.

It was late in the night when I approached Abigale's door, the door was cracked just enough for me to peer in at her. A warm golden light flickered, indicating a candle was burning. The silver-blue light of the moon shone through the windows, bathing her in the cool light of the night.

My word!

I felt like all the air had been drawn from my lungs and I was unable to breathe. I had to force air into my lungs and once I managed that, I had to subdue an audible gasp. Abigale was naked as the day she was born; her lovely body, proactively sprawled about the bed. Her eyes, shut tight, her head rested comfortably on a pillow and she lay in the bed - pleasing herself.

Her skin is so beautiful and she looks so sensual that I just stared at her, committing it to memory. When I finally managed to swallow, my entire body went rigid, feeling utterly ashamed. Yet I could not force myself to leave. I did not dare blink in fear I'd miss a moment.

She wet her lips, then bit them inwards; a soft erotic whimper escaped her throat. She fondled and playfully pinched her perfect dark nipples until they hardened and peaked, giving each of those lovely breasts the attention and care they deserved. Her breathing increased and I licked my lips watching the rise and fall of her chest. Her other hand was busy teasing her center. She drew playful circles around her folds, as she whimpered softly in anticipation. Her sex was shimmering with arousal now.

My entire body became saturated with desire and I refrained from squeezing the erection growing in my pants. And then she dipped two fingers into her wet, slick center, opening her legs wider for more contact.

"Mm... Uh..." She moaned softly at the sensation. And then she slowly withdrew her fingers coated in her sweet juices, bringing it to her beautiful mouth for a taste. I took a deep intake of air, hoping to smell a hint of her sex, her arousal, but I was too far away.

She pressed her fingers firmly on her swollen bud while dipping her left finger in and out of her wet center; all the while thrusting and gyrating her spectacular hips in an erotic memorizing dance.

She moaned so fervently and after a few moments, her stunning little body started to tremble. "OH..." She erotically moaned. Her movements became more frantic, the waves of her orgasm were impending, "OH Ichabod...Oh...fuck...Ichabod...Ichabod...Oh!"

As I live and breathe..! My mouth went dry and I was unable to swallow. I was forced to clamp down on my straining hardness as her orgasm washed over, her body jerked erratically.

She didn't scream out loud as I anticipated in its place, her mouth fell open forming a perfect 'O'. After a few more shudders and ragged breaths, she primly pulls the blankets over her and fluffed her pillow, letting out a little yawn. Not once did she open her eyes.

For a brief moment, my eyes involuntarily shut and I fantasized, my yearning for her intensified even more. I believe a shower is in order.