Free Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) by LK Collins Page B

us or not, but at this point I really don’t care.
    I let go and come long and hard. It seems to last forever as Abel’s slow movements stroke the inside of my cunt and my clit all at the same time. He doesn’t pick up speed even as he comes and pumps himself deep inside of me. As we both calm our breathing and stare at each other, I notice the people downstairs are particularly quiet. Then I hear them go inside, closing their door rather loudly. I laugh and pull myself up to Abel. He does the same as he nudges my neck with his mouth.
    “ Now they go inside,” he says and nibbles on my ear lobe.
    “I know, right? But wasn’t it fun to go slow and be quiet?”
    Still sucking my neck as he starts to move his dick in and out of me again, he sighs, “That was the best.”
    He continues and I become nothing but sensation, every nerve ending firing on pure ecstasy. Hugging him, he grabs my legs and lifts me up. I search for his mouth and kiss him eagerly as he walks us backwards to the outdoor couch. Gently he lowers my body onto the cool fabric, bringing himself down on top of me. As soon as we are pressed together, he begins to move, but not with his normal urgency. We take our time. I slowly move my hips to meet his long, slow thrusts. Instead of kissing him I move my mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking.
    In that moment, I’m lost. Lost in Abel and everything that matters. I don’t care that we’re outside and on his balcony. I don’t care that others could hear us or, quite frankly, see us. All I care about is this euphoria. I continue to ravish his neck and as soon as I feel my orgasm come on, I let go. Again, Abel’s thrusts are long and slow as he comes with me. I finally remove my lips from his neck and look into his eyes.
    “You know that’s gonna leave a mark,” he says.
    A surprised expression uncoils on my face. “I wasn’t that rough, was I?”
    He nods his head and leans down kissing behind my ear. “I don’t mind though. I actually really, really liked it,” he says pressing his lips behind my ear again.
    “I’m sure it won’t leave a mark,” I say as we get up and head inside. Abel collects his clothes and I head into the bathroom. When I come out, he is in bed and Puss is at his feet. He lifts the covers for me and I climb in naked, nestling myself in his arms.
    “I’m going to miss you these next three days,” he says.
    “I know, so am I,” I say and leave it at that. Inside of me, I want to get all clingy, but I don’t. My typical habits have kicked in and my emotions are on the brink of spiraling out of control. I know a lot of my past heartbreak has been the result of me scaring guys off, and I really don’t want to do that with Abel. Hell, I’m determined to not do that with him.

 
     
     
    I’m happy to finally be off of work. I’ve worked three swing shifts and they were brutal. Not to mention I had to cancel my lunch plans with Ben and that was awkward. I went from telling him that Abel was just my friend to then using him as my excuse as to why I couldn’t have lunch with him. On a brighter note, Abel convinced me to have dinner with him and the guys at the station. I guess I did promise to make my sub sandwiches, and it’s Abel’s night to cook. I’m giddy and have butterflies in the pit of my stomach. It’s been almost three full days since I’ve seen him. I know I always fall fast and hard, but with Abel I really am trying to keep my emotions in check. Things feel different, and I hope that’s because they are different.
    Locking my front door, the sun is warm on my back as I make my way to my car. I decided to wear a pair of denim shorts, a sheer and flowy cream tank, and strappy tweed wedge sandals. One of the things I love about Abel is that it doesn’t matter what shoes I wear because of how tall he it. Normally with guys in the past, I’ve always had to wear flats, but not with Abel.
    The station isn’t far from my house and when I pull up, all of