Chapter Sixty-Three: Busted

Aicher "Just one night. No strings attached," Abigail had said. But our passionate ride didn't stop that night. I couldn't get enough of Abigail, no matter how much time we spent together. The sex was mind-blowing. She kept impressing me with her styles and responses to my ministrations. I didn't ever want to be away from her. "Hey," I breathed against Abigail's neck in the recess of our abandon. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose against her ear, and she giggled. I held the side of her hips with one hand while my other arm was wrapped around her bust, cupping one full breast. We spooned against each other on the bed. Abigail's back was pressed to my chest, our bodies slick with sweat, and the smell of sex and bodily fluids wafted thickly in the air. I stroked one nipple, closing my eyes in satisfaction as I listened to her moans. I had missed out on feeling the warmth of a woman's body against mine. My body sighed in satisfaction as I reflected on what I had missed over the