Chapter 92

Abigail’s gaze was intense as she gazed up at Emma, a hunger sparking in her eyes. With a low growl, she claimed Emma’s mouth in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as she pressed her body flush against her lover’s. Emma’s hands slid down Abigail’s back, nails dug into the firm muscle as she arched against her.

Breaking the kiss, Abigail’s lips trailed down Emma’s jaw to her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “I want to be inside you, claiming every inch of you.”

Emma moaned, her head falling back against the tile as Abigail’s hand slipped between their bodies to cup her sex. “Please,” she breathed, hips bucking into the touch. “I need you.”

Abigail teased her entrance with the tip of her finger, gathering the slick heat before thrusting in deep. Emma cried out, back arching as Abigail pumped in and out of her, fingers curling to stroke her clit in rhythm. The dual stimulation had Emma teetering on the edge, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax.

But Abigail wasn’t done yet. With a final swirl of her fingers, she withdrew, leaving Emma gasping and aching for more. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name,” she promised, her voice low and threatening.

Emma’s eyes snapped to Abigail’s, her chest heaving. “Try me.”

Abigail smiled against Emma’s skin before looking up, their eyes locking with a burning intensity. She didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping Emma’s hips, she positioned herself, the head of her dick nudging against Emma’s entrance.

Emma wrapped her legs around Abigail’s waist as she guided her in. With a powerful thrust, she buried herself to the hilt, a primal moan escaping her lips at the exquisite sensation of Emma’s pussy enveloping her.

Emma screamed, back bowing as Abigail set a brutal pace, pounding into her with relentless force. The tile scraped Emma’s shoulders and ass, but she barely registered the pain, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly claimed.

Emma’s nails dug into Abigail’s shoulders, then lower, scratching down her back in long, urgent lines. Emma’s breathy cries filled the steamy air, her hips bucking up to meet each of Abigail’s thrusts.

Abigail could feel Emma’s pussy clenching around her, hot and tight, drawing her in deeper. She picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom. Emma’s walls fluttered, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

Abigail’s thrusts bordered on violent, each snap of her hips sending shockwaves through Emma’s body. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard as diamonds, begging for attention. Abigail obliged, leaning down to capture one in her mouth, suckling hard as she fucked Emma even harder.

Emma’s moan was muffled by Abigail’s mouth, their kisses growing more frantic as Abigail strokes went deeper and deeper. “Fuck,Abigail, oh God, Abigail!” Emma screamed, her nails raking down Abigail’s back again.

“That’s it, baby,” Abigail panted, starting to move. Each stroke was deep and sure, hitting all the right spots inside Emma. “Take your daddy’s dick.”

Emma scratched down Abigail’s back, nails digging in just hard enough to make her gasp. “Abigail, oh fuck, yes—”

Abigail gripped Emma’s thighs, spreading them wider to angle in just right, fucking Emma with long, powerful thrusts that had Emma screaming in ecstasy between moans.

“You like that, princess? You like your daddy’s big dick in your tight little pussy?”

“Yes, fuck, yes! It’s yours, Abigail, all yours—” Emma’s words cut off in a wail as Abigail hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. “Goddamn it, you feel—”

“Amazing,” Abigail finished for her, sweat dripping down her forehead. “I love you, Emma. I love your pretty pussy wrapped around my dick.”

“Your pussy is mine, Emma,” she said, voice demanding. “And I’m never letting it go.”

Emma’s arms tightened around her. “It’s yours, Daddy. All yours.”

Emma’s climax crashed over her like a tsunami, her pussy clamping down on Abigail’s dick as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her. Abigail didn’t relent, continuing to thrust into Emma’s spasming heat, chasing her own release.

Emma came undone, her whole body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. “Abigail, I’m—oh fuck, it’s so much—”

“Give it to me, baby,” Abigail urged, pounding into her even harder now. “Let me feel you come all over my dick.”

“Fuuuucccckkk!” Emma screamed, as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed around Abigail’s cock, milking it as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Abigail felt Emma’s release trigger her own, her hips stuttering as she buried herself deep and came hard. She shuddered against Emma, their moans blending into a primal chorus as the last of their pleasure spent itself.

Abigail slowly lowered Emma down as they came down from their high.

Emma stood under the stream, her eyes half-closed as hot water cascaded down her back. Abigail stood behind her, her hands slow and deliberate as she massaged shampoo into Emma’s curls, careful not to tug or tangle.

“Let me take care of you,” Abigail had whispered when they stepped inside—and she meant it.

Emma tilted her head back slightly, giving Abigail better access, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. “Mmm, this feels amazing…”

Abigail smiled and leaned in to kiss the top of Emma’s shoulder. “You deserve it.”

After gently rinsing Emma’s hair, Abigail reached for the conditioner, working it through the strands with patient fingers. She combed through each curl with care, even letting the conditioner sit for a few moments while she turned her attention to the rest of Emma’s body.

With a soft loofah in hand, Abigail began at her shoulders, using slow, circular motions. She washed over Emma’s arms, down to her fingertips, then moved behind her, letting her touch linger in loving, intentional sweeps.

Her hands traced every curve with reverence—down her back, over her hips, across the swell of her belly.

When she reached Emma’s legs, she knelt, lathering each one gently. “You okay?” she asked softly, looking up at Emma through the rising steam.

Emma looked down, her eyes warm. “More than okay.”

Abigail grinned and pressed a kiss just above her knee before standing again. “Good.”

Turning Emma carefully to face her, Abigail cupped her cheek with a wet hand, brushing her thumb under her eye. “Close your eyes for me.”

Emma obeyed, and Abigail slowly tilted her head back under the stream, rinsing out the conditioner with one hand while shielding her eyes with the other.

The water glided down Emma’s skin, and Abigail leaned in to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose.

“You’re glowing,” she murmured.

Emma opened her eyes and reached for her. “That’s because I’m being spoiled.”

Abigail chuckled, wrapping her arms around Emma and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Always. Every inch of you.”

They stood like that for a while, water pouring around them, the world narrowed to steam and skin and soft kisses. There was no rush, no pressure—just quiet intimacy.

Eventually, Abigail turned off the water and grabbed a thick towel, wrapping it gently around Emma. She kissed her damp curls and whispered, “Let’s get you dry and cozy.”