Downing Abbey – Chapter 18

**(Lucas)**

My hand was trembling from adrenaline as it slid upwards from her knee, rotating to the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Squeezing what was once and will always be mine, a rush of possession consumed me and I didn’t hold it back.

She let out a muffled moan that angled her head back, biting that lower lip that I was also thirsty to claim, and swung around, meeting her ripe backside to me.

Her exposed neck was honey to a bee, and I quickly latched onto that sensitive spot below her ear, sucking and licking with the intent to leave a mark for weeks, and her shrieks were the gasoline that kept my tongue going.

With her ass pressing into me and her bosom in my hands, her clothes were a barrier that I needed gone, and I nearly ripped it all off her and bent her over right there. The thought of slamming into her again was almost unbearable.

‘Fuck Abigail I missed you,’ I snarled into her ear, releasing my oral vice. ‘I’ve fucking missed you.’

‘Did I tell you to stop?’ She teased, but it was enough to warrant for me to lift her skirt and deliver a crack to her backside that made her cry out.

Her *bare* ass.

In my feverish frenzy, I hadn’t realized that she was completely bare underneath her bottoms.

‘Removed it while I was in the living room,’ she smirked.

‘You knew where this was headed?’

‘Wishful thinking,’ she giggled, clasping me over my slacks, and I that jolt of electricity shot from the tip of my cock to the back of my neck, as I clenched my teeth to control myself.

Taking control, a handful of hair was enough to get her to surrender momentarily, and I stood, rotating her body so she was facing the bed, and pressed her head down into the mattress, exposing her ass.

‘Ah!’ she cried. ‘*Yes*!’

She was happy passing over the reins for now.

Using my other hand, I slid down her skirt, revealing her round globes, and the indirect rays from the north-facing window bounced off them in the most sensual way, producing a carnal rumbling in my throat.

Finding her clit, my tongue traced underneath the hood, and my hands felt her body give away.

‘Lucas . . .’ she whimpered. ‘Oh Lucas.’

‘It will always be that name, me. Always,’ I whispered.

It sounded less like command and more like a promise.

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**(Abigail)**

The first, teasing lick made my body shudder and freeze, waiting, anticipating.

His tongue slowly worked its way up my folds, confident in its path. And then it was over my clit. And then it was underneath my hood, moving, licking, and circling.

I felt absolutely devoured.

‘Lucas . . .’ I whimpered. ‘Oh Lucas.’

The sound of his name in my throat spurred him on, and the electricity jolted upwards, towards my head, numbing all thought except the need for more stimulation.

‘It will always be that name, me. Always,’ he whispered, and I believed every word, nodding along sluggishly, barely able to move.

My inner thighs contracted, locking him into position momentarily, and I felt a hand ghosting underneath my bum, ending at the top of my right thigh, grasping urgently. A finger slipped inside, swirling against my walls, and between that and his oral attack, I couldn’t help but moan like a whore.

I surprised myself.

But then I did it again.

It wasn’t long before the warn of release flushed my cheeks, warming me down to my toes. My bum joined my thighs, then my pectorals and soon, every muscle of my body was convulsing, tightening and loosening in rhythmic, uncontrolled patterns.

‘Luke . . . I’m coming,’ I whispered, dry, softly.

‘Please, cupcake. Come for me,’ he lulled before immediately returning to the task at hand.

As I did, my mind blanked and at the same time I could only feel my head, my entire body shrinking inside of it.

*Buzz buzz buzz.*

The room was shaking and vibrating, and I couldn’t feel my body, but suddenly, the sensation was too much, every pleasure receptor on my clit worn out and vulnerable.

‘Too much,’ I mumbled, parting my eyelids and faintly seeing the last of the orange rays disappear. ‘Too sensitive.’

Understanding immediately, his large palms coasted from my thighs to my waist, cradling gently as they set camp.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he murmured into my ear, ‘so entirely beautiful,’ and kissed me before I had a chance to attempt to deny it. But I believed him when he spoke, and like a confirmation from a higher power, I was gifted with a sudden burst of energy.

Sitting up, I swiveled him around and pressed his shoulders down onto my single box-spring, his wide frame nearly touching each edge.

He inhaled, flexing his chest.

Feeling the hardened cords underneath my hands, I squeezed and etched my way downwards, peppering slow, methodic kisses on the skin of his neck to his belly, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Making quick work of his belt, I unclasped my bra, and flung it over my head.

There was just enough light for me to see his pupils dilate, and that pushed me from hungry to downright salivating for the organ I’d been craving for.

Pulling down his wool slacks, I gripped onto him, requiring both my hands to cover his length.

‘Oh god,’ he moaned, and I smirked invisibly, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

Exposing him completely, I knelt between his legs, and slipped my drug of choice past my lips.

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**(Lucas)**

The sight of her full breasts hanging, pressing into me as she shimmied me out of my slacks was enough to part my mouth, and the touch of her skin on me *there* was enough to immobilize every other part of me except my tongue.

‘Oh god,’ I moaned, unable to look away, and I caught the shy smirk I had come to relish on Abigail’s face.

As soon as she removed my trousers completely and positioned herself between my legs, I knew that she was feeling generous enough to return to favor she had just received.

My toes were spread like stars in anticipation, and fortunately, both the dim light and her angle meant she couldn’t judge my infantile reaction.

She gave me one last playful glare before dipping her head, and I could have been happy dying the moment her lips closed around my shaft.

‘Ah . . .’ I breathed, drooping my eyelids, savoring her mouth. The wet, warm suction descended painfully slow, and stopped halfway down before climbing up again at the same torturous rate. ‘Oh Jesus.’

I felt soft tissue tickle the top of my head, then moving towards the under carry, dancing around, swirling in rhythm to her dips and rises. The new element made me scream out, and my breaths hastened in response.

‘Fuck Abbey, is that your tongue?’ I groaned, fingers now spread like my toes were, forearms contracting.

Without removing me from her mouth, she hummed, ‘mm-hm,’ and suctioned me down even further.

‘Fuck. Fuck fuuuck!’ I shouted, unable to hold my orgasm much longer. ‘Abbey, I’m going to –’

As I said that, she swallowed me. All of me. Every millimeter.

That was it.

I couldn’t feel anything except the spot between my eyes, where the universe collected in that moment, and the sensation was much too intense for one man. My mouth lay open, and I felt broken and whole, alive but barely so.

My eyes rolled back to the whites, and my exhale was stuck in my throat. My senses were wasted.

I heard a cough and saw an Angel rise over me, and then heard a swallow.

Slowly, reality clawed back, but the ringing in my ears stayed for minutes.

We laid together for what could have been minutes or hours, as long as it took for me to gather my bearings. We were caressing, holding, kissing.

Apologizing.

Making up for time lost.

Rolling her over and positioning my member between her thighs, I whispered, ‘Welcome back,’ before finding my rightful home.

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