summary: Abby came home to the beautiful lady who owns a steak house, except this lady wasn't a redhead, after driving Therese back halfway across the country.
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Abby Gerhard arrived, later than she said she would, her car halting in her drive way. Your body bolted up, flicking the dying cigarette off your fingers and stomping on it with the heel of your left shoe. There was an instant smile on your lips as you greeted her, actions were subtle, still mindful of the openness of the surrounding.
The brunette's hand rested on your elbow, grinning so sweetly down at you, she was leaning, intent gaze steady on your lips. Your eyes wander around, checking the surrounding, soon as you felt safe and clear you pulled her face in with both hands and kissed Abby with so much tenderness, so loving, that Abby moaned right onto your lips.
This exactly was what driving the older woman crazy, she enjoyed the palpitation of her heart, the clamminess of her hands as her fingers dug to your waist where the waistband of your trousers hugged you, slipping a finger in to try and find your bare skin. It was the excitement of committing herself into a risk just to have your lips on her and your boldness to have her right then and there, was what convinced Abby you were the one for her.
As you two pulled away, you stared at her lipstick that got smudged and how her hair was visibly a little bit of a mess due to your hands that couldn't help but wander off, worshiping every part of the woman. She reached a hand out, tucking a piece of hair back to your ear, the same hand settled on your cheek, fondling over the softness of your skin. "I missed you dearly, my love." She said, "And I can't wait to have more of you."
You chuckled at her words, cheeks reddening and you wrapped your hand on her wrist, thumb drawing the littlest of circles before pulling her, her gasp made you smirk as your free hand steadied hey by the shoulder. You leaned in, breath ghosting over her ear. "Why wait? Let's go inside, baby." And Abby shuddered, teeth sinking onto her lip, trying to summon herself to have some control, because if it were up to her, she would gladly have you pinned down over the hood of her car and do you right there under the clear night sky.
What you had done intensified the ache and need that continuously building up in between her legs at a very fast pace, it was agonizing, Abby couldn't help but moan again and it sent shivers right down your body. She knew how to play the game.
Momentarily, Abby was now in the sofa, relaxing after the longest drive she had in a while, her whole body seemed to melt in right into the cushion, her legs throb and her head aching a little but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Being a step ahead of Abby, as always, you filled the kettle with water and put tea bags in to two separate mugs, before she could even request for you to do such.
