Free Miss Foxworth's Fate by Sahara Kelly Page B

tossed back the dregs of his wine and joined her, lying beside her and pulling her into his body. She marveled at how perfectly her curves matched his, and how comfortably her head rested on his shoulder. Replete and sated, their conversation lagged, and they both allowed the beauty of this idyllic moment to creep into their minds, lulling them into a light doze.
    Abby jerked awake as a hand gently circled her breast.
    “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just that this little bit here was calling for some attention.”
    She blinked, and looked down to where his hand was stroking her skin. Her nipples were hardening and he hadn’t even touched them.
    “It’s incredible,” she breathed, “how your touch affects me so.”
    “It’s mutual, Abby,” he answered, moving his hips slightly.
    His cock lay on her thigh, a hot and heavy weight, aroused back to its full glory.
    Abby’s inquisitive mind got the better of her. After all, there were few chances for investigation of this particular phenomenon, and Philip was no Johnny Mountwell. Philip was all man, every inch of him, and she had some questions that cried out for an answer.
    “Hmmm.” She tugged on her lower lip with her teeth. “Philip, can I touch you?”
    She could have sworn that his eyes crossed for a moment, but he obligingly lay flat on his back and smiled at her. “Be my guest.”
    She noted that his words were followed by a rather large gulp. Inquiring scientific minds noticed that sort of thing and filed it away for future reference. She slid down his body, letting her hands wander where they would, finding his navel and giggling as he hissed in a breath at her light touch. “My, my. Ticklish there, are we?”
    Philip’s jaw twitched. “Not in the least.”
    She snorted, and continued her quest.
    The delicate smattering of hairs on his belly thickened out into a full bush as she found her way down to where his manhood rose from between his thighs. “My goodness,” she muttered, seeing the ridges and veins that rumpled its smoothness.
    Tentatively, she reached out a hand and ran her fingers lightly up and down.
    Philip’s gasp and shudder surprised her. “Am I hurting you, Philip?”
    “Not at all,” he choked. “It’s something a man much enjoys. Forgive me if I show my pleasure...just ignore me. Carry on with what you were doing. Pleeeeease ...”
    Swept by a new sense of boldness, Abby did, indeed, carry on. And to judge from the moans and stifled gasps, Philip was desperately trying to hide a great deal of pleasure.
    She ran her fingers around the ridge that circled the head of his cock, and watched, fascinated, as a small bead of moisture oozed from the tiny slit at its tip. Touching it delicately, she brought it to her lips. He’d tasted her, and she’d practically drowned him. What harm could there be in this tiny drop?
    It was salty-sweet, tangy to her taste buds, and she rather liked it.
    One thought led to another, and before she realized exactly what she was doing, she had placed her mouth on him, running her tongue up and down his length. There was no “Eeeeeuuuuww” this time. Just a gusty sigh from Philip and a great deal of curiosity on her part.
    It was her blend of curiosity and eagerness that would probably kill him, thought Philip.
    Never had a woman touched him quite like this. While he’d enjoyed such things in the past, it was different with Abby. He grunted to himself as she found a particularly sensitive spot and tickled it with her tongue. Everything was different with Abby.
    She lit a fire inside him that consumed him, his heart, his soul, and his back teeth. And if she kept up what she was doing, he’d be coming all over her back teeth very shortly.
    Her questing fingers discovered his balls, and her touch took his breath away. Gently she fondled them, weighing them, rolling them slightly, seeming fascinated at the way they hardened in her palm as she cradled them.
    “So different,” she