Chapter 155

Abigail grinned into the phone as Emma’s laughter still echoed in her ears. Moving off to the side to let others pass by, she whispered, “I’ve got a few more surprises in store for you tonight, baby.”

Emma’s tone turned coy, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Oh, really? What kind of surprises?”

Abigail’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you should be naked when I get home. I have plans, baby.”

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end, followed by Emma’s husky chuckle. “Oh, Abigail… You naughty, dirty girl.”

“I can be as filthy as you want me to be,” Abigail purred, enjoying the game.

“I can’t wait to see you,” Emma said, her voice warm with adoration. “I love you so much, Abigail.”

“Love you more, baby,” Abigail replied, tucking her phone away and shouldering her bag. “See you soon.”

The elevator dinged, and Abigail stepped out, her footsteps light on the plush carpet. “Emma?” she called out, her voice soft and warm. Silence greeted her.

Abigail shrugged, dropping her bag and coat into the entryway closet. “Probably still in the bath,” she thought, heading for the kitchen to put away the groceries. She set the basket on the counter, humming as she began unpacking.

A few minutes passed with no sign of Emma, which was strange. Abigail checked their living room, even peering into the laundry room, but her fiancée was nowhere to be found. A flicker of worry marred her joy, but she pushed it aside. Emma often lost track of time when reading or napping.

With a shrug, Abigail declared, “Bedroom check.” She padded down the hall, her pulse quickening as she approached the door. “Baby?” she said, turning the handle.

Abigail pushed open the bedroom door, the soft light from the hallway illuminating the room. Her eyes scanned the space, searching for any sign of Emma. A faint scent of candles and body products wafted through the air, making Abigail’s heart race faster.

And then, she saw her. Emma was stretched out on their bed. Abigail’s gaze was immediately drawn to Emma’s parted thighs, exposed to her hungry eyes. A wave of heat washed over Abigail as she took in the sight of Emmas, fingers buried deep inside her wet pussy.

“Emma?” Abigail’s voice was barely a whisper, her throat constricting with lust. Emma’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto Abigail’s in a heated stare. A gasp escaped Abigail’s lips as Emma’s gaze drifted down to Abigail’s crotch, still covered by her jeans.

“I couldn’t wait, baby,” Emma purred, her fingers pumping in and out of her slick folds. She slowly removed her fingers from her pussy and extending them towards Abigail. “Come eat.”

Abigail’s heart pounded in her chest as she approached the bed, her rigid cock straining against her fabric prison. She knelt beside Emma, leaning in to capture one of the fingers slick with Emma’s arousal. The flavor exploded on her tongue, a sweet rush of desire that made her moan.

Without breaking eye contact, Abigail began to suck Emma’s finger clean, her own dick twitching with need. She released it and made her way between Emma’s thighs, settling her mouth over Emmas’s aching sex.

Emma’s back arched off the bed as Abigail’s tongue delved into her, lapping at the honeyed nectar dripping from her core. Abigail groaned, the taste and scent of her lover driving her wild. She plunged deeper, her tongue curling and probing, drunk on Emma’s moans and whimpers.

Emma’s hands fisted in the sheets, her hips bucking against Abigail’s face as she rode the waves of pleasure. “Abigail, oh gods, yes,” she gasped, her voice raw with need. “More, baby, so much more.”

Abigail obliged, her strokes growing more fervent, more insistent. She angled her head, seeking out Emma’s hard little clit, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Emma’s scream of ecstasy echoed through the room as she shattered beneath Abigail’s ministrations, her thighs clamping tight around Abigail’s head.

Panting, Abigail lifted her face to catch Emma’s gaze, her own lust-dark eyes burning with a hunger that couldn’t be satiated. “I need you,” she growled, her voice thick with desire. “I need to be inside you.”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for the zipper of Abigail’s jeans. “Then take it,” she commanded, yanking open the fly to free Abigail’s throbbing cock. “Claim what’s yours, Abigail.”

Abigail didn’t need further encouragement. She grasped Emma’s hips, positioning her she thrust forward, burying herself to the hilt in Emma. 

Abigail groaned, the feeling of Emma’s tight heat engulfing her cock almost too much to bear. She paused for a moment, savoring the sensation, before she began to move. Slow thrusts at first, giving both of them time to adjust to the newfound depth, then faster and harder as Abigail’s control slipped.

Emma clawed at Abigail’s back, her nails digging in as she urged her on. “Yes, Abigail, just like that! Fuck me, baby, make me yours!” Emma’s cries of pleasure were music to Abigail’s ears, spurring her on as she drove into her lover with reckless abandon.

Emma moaned encouragement, her velvet walls rippling around Abigail’s cock as she relished every inch of her partner’s hard, driving thrusts. Abigail’s pace was relentless, each powerful stroke dragging her closer to the brink of ecstasy. The bed shook and squeaked under their frenzied coupling, the headboard banging against the wall with her every wild plunge.

Abigail’s hands dug into Emma’s hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks as he rode her through the waves of pleasure washing over them both. Emma’s back arched, her head thrown back in rapture, her breathy moans and whimpers spurring Abigail on. The sight of her fiancée’s face, contorted in bliss, was the final push Abigail needed.

Emma wrapped her legs around Abigail’s hips, pulling her in deeper, trying to take every inch of the rigid cock pounding into her. “That’s it, baby, give it to me!” she urged, her eyes locked on Abigail’s fleeting gaze. The sight of her fiancée, face contorted in ecstasy, sent a ripple of pleasure through Emma’s oversensitized body.

Emma’s back arched, her head thrown back in rapture, as Abigail’s relentless thrusts coaxed a keen of pleasure from her lips. Abigail’s control snapped, her emotions running wild. She leaned in, her lips brushing Emma’s ear as she growled, “You’re mine, all mine. This body, this pussy, every inch belongs to me.”

Emma’s nails raked down Abigail’s back, a stark contrast to the tender touch of earlier. The sharp sting of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, pushing Abigail closer to the edge. She leaned down, her teeth grazing Emma’s neck, sinking in just hard enough to mark the sensitive skin.

“Yes, Abigail, fucking hurt me!” Emma begged, her voice a desperate whine. “Make me feel it, make me remember who I belong to!”

With a snarl, Abigail’s hand shot out, wrapping around Emma’s slender throat. She squeezed, just enough to make Emma gasp. Emma’s moan of pleasure was muffled, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. The grip on her throat was not painful, but it sent a rush of heat straight to her core. “Fuck, Abigail,” Emma gasped, her voice barely audible.

Hands scrambling for purchase, Emma grabbed Abigail’s forearm. “Harder, baby,” she wheezed, her words punctuated by ragged breaths. “Squeeze me tighter.”

The words spurring her on, Abigail drove into Emma with renewed vigor, each thrust harder, faster, and deeper than the last. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, a primal soundtrack to their frenzied coupling.

Emma’s back arched, her body straining against Abigail’s as she met each brutal invasion with her own surges of passion. Her pussy clenched around Abigail’s throbbing cock, milking it for every drop of pleasure as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

“Oh gods, Abigail, I’m so close!” Emma panted, her voice breathy and high-pitched. “Please, baby, don’t stop!”

Emma’s plea was the catalyst Abigail needed. With a final, brutal thrust, Abigail buried herself to the hilt inside Emma’s clenching heat. Black spots danced across her vision as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her, wracking her body with powerful tremors.

The contraction of Emma’s pussy around her cock was the final push Emma needed too. She let out a guttural moan, her body convulsing as she came hard, her inner walls rippling and milking Abigail’s throbbing dick for every last drop of cum.

Together, they rode out the aftershocks, their bodies still joined, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Abigail’s grip on Emma’s throat gentled, her thumb caressing the delicate skin as she gazed into her lover’s eyes.

“I love you, Emma,” Abigail whispered, her voice husky with emotion. “You’re my everything.”

Emma’s reply was a soft, satisfied smile. “And you’re mine, Abigail. Forever and always.”

Slowly, Abigail withdrew from Emma’s warm, slick passage, her softening cock slipping free with a gentle pop. She gathered Emma in her arms, cradling her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

As their heart rates gradually slowed, Abigail’s gaze drifted to the clock on the bedside table. “Holy shit, look at the time,” she said, a laugh bubbling up. “We’ve been at it for hours.”

Emma stretched, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Well, we did have a lot of time to kill before dinner.”

Abigail chuckled, giving Emma a playful nip on the ear. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Emma grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Someone’s got to keep you on your toes, baby.”

“And I love every minute of it,” Abigail replied, snuggling closer to her beloved fiancée. “Now, how about we actually get ready for dinner, hmm?”

Emma nodded, already starting to disentangle from their intimate embrace. “You’re right, we should probably eat something. And maybe take a shower together, yeah?”

Abigail’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “That sounds perfect. Lead the way, my lady.”