Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge
Chapter 31: Seducing Abby.2[18+]

Chapter 31: Seducing Abby.2[18+]

For a moment, I just stood there, my mind trying to make sense of what just happened.

She didn’t slap me. She didn’t yell at me. She kissed me back. And now... she’s inviting me to follow her?

She stood at the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame, her body angled just enough for me to catch the slightest smirk on her lips.

I swallowed, my pulse hammering in my ears. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

She didn’t answer right away. Then, with the kind of confidence that had been missing just moments ago, she simply said, "Upstairs."

Ain’t no way! You can’t do this man... Tell her you didn’t mean it. You can’t possibly have sex with her. My conscience spoke again.

Sex? Who said anything about sex?

But now that you mentioned it... A smirk already forming on my face.

"Okay,... Sure," I said, my voice steady despite the anticipation surging through me. I followed closely behind her, my eyes instinctively tracing the curve of her body.

She was wearing a short yellow sundress with delicate floral prints. The fitted bodice hugged her slender waist, while the skirt flowed freely, swaying with each step but couldn’t hide the slight jiggle of her ass. It barely reached her knees, revealing smooth legs.

When we reached the hallway, she suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"Your room or mine?" she asked, her tone casual.

I smirked. "Technically, it’s not just your room... so, mine," I teased. She let out a soft laugh and playfully smacked my chest before turning around again.

As she walked to my room, I stayed close behind, watching the way she carried herself, yet something about this felt new for both of us. Like I had mentioned, we didn’t really talk much... We’ve only ever had a few conversations. Nothing too personal.

At the door, she paused, not entering. I frowned slightly. "Why’d you stop?" She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lower lip.

"Well... aren’t you supposed to invite me in? It is your room, after all."

That damn lip bite, it woke up something in me and I couldn’t just help but stare.

Snapping out of my momentary daze, I quickly stepped past her, pushing the door open. Holding it ajar, I turned to her with a small grin.

"Abigail, would you do me the honor of stepping into my humble abode?" I said with a smirk, exaggerating my tone.

She rolled her eyes but grinned, stepping past me into the room. As she walked in, I caught the faint scent of vanilla and something else.

I’d always seen trends on the internet about how men can tell when a woman is turned on just by smelling. Was that it?. Might as well find out.

The scent was intoxicating and the sexual tension in the air between us grew even heavier.

I closed the door behind us, my heart pounding in anticipation. She took a few slow steps inside, her fingers brushing against my desk absentmindedly.

"So... Is the room clean enough?" I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

She turned to face me, her expression unreadable.

"You did good," she said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locked onto mine.

I closed the distance between us, maintaining eye contact. Wrapped my arms around her waist when she was within arms length and I pulled her closer.

Her eyes were filled with desire and anticipation, she wrapped her hands around my neck, and almost as if we were in sync... We both leaned in and kissed. It was a lot more sensual than the first one, our tongues dancing together, delicatly exploring each other’s mouths.

As we kissed my hands began to roam over her soft, inviting body. She moaned softly into my mouth in response.

After a while, with her body pressed against mine, I carried her towards the bed... My pulse racing with anticipation.

I gently laid her on her back, allowing her lie comfortably on the bed before I got onto of her, my body pressing against hers, feeling the softness of her skin.

Her eyes met mine, filled with lust and desire. I leaned down, taking her lips in a deep kiss.

As we kissed, my hands began to roam her body again. I groped her breasts, feeling their full weight in my palms, my thumb tracing her hardening nipples through the thin piece of fabric. I suppose she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Abigail arched her back, pushing her body unto mine as a soft moan escaped her lips.

By now, my dick was already rock hard firmly pressing against her pussy. She started moving her hips slowly, grinding against me, her body responding to the presence of my erect member.

She moaned softly. "Hmm, I want you...," she murmured.

I broke the kiss, began tracing her body with my lips. I kissed and nibbled on her neck, her breath hitched as I moved my hands lower, now exploring her body, tracing the curves of her hips, and feeling the softness of her thighs and finally settling between her thighs.

"Your skin is soft, and I can feel the desire in between your legs," I said, my voice low and smooth. "You’ve wanted this for a long time I can tell," I continued.

She nodded, opening her eyes "Yes... Seeing you like earlier... it... it made me horny," she said, her face turning red as she admitted.

"I want you to fuck me, satisfy my needs while you use me as you please," she added, this time her voice was filled with raw need.

Her words sent a surge of pure, unfiltered lust through me, I could feel my heard pounding in my chest, my dick throbbing in excitement.

"You want it hard, Abby?," I said, my voice deep and commanding. "You want me to make you cry out with pleasure as I fuck you roughly?"

She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in quick short bursts, "Yes, I do,"

My eyes were drawn to her full and perky tits, still covered by the dress. I didn’t want her to remove it, I liked the way it was concealed by the dress, like a present being wrapped up nicely.

I reached for her boobs, pulled the piece of clothing down, revealing her erect black nipples. The sight of them made my mouth water. I placed my hand over her boobs, feeling their softness and squeezing them them firmly. Abby moaned in response, arching body and pushing her boobs into my hands.

I began to massage her boobs, gently caressing her soft flesh, I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger, feeling them erect even more with my touch.

Abby’s moans filled the room, her body moved in response to my touch as waves of pleasure courses through her.