Abigail
"Cum for me, love," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my clit. "Need to taste you."
My stomach clenched so hard as the orgasm crashed over me. My ass clamped down on his fingers as he continued to work me through it, drawing out every spasm.
When I finally collapsed, he gentled his touch, pressing soft kisses to my thighs, my hips, and up my belly. He withdrew his fingers slowly.
"Good girl," he murmured, climbing up the bed to gather me in his arms. "So good for me."
I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent. "We should get dressed," I mumbled, even though I clung to him like a koala.
"Everyone's waiting."
"Let them wait," he grumbled, his hand stroking down my back in long, soothing motions. "I've got the one person I need right here."
We couldn't stay in bed forever, though. Annette and Angel had become some dynamic duo, and the two of them pounded on the door to our room until we got our asses out.
