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Dalen watched her sleep. He felt so elated that he was unable to sleep just yet. He wanted to make the best of the two days they had available and the thought of having her again kept him on high alert.
She seemed to be exhausted. Maybe she hadn't slept any better than he had the night before. Still, she probably needed a little rest before he had her again. He'd always known they would be well matched but he hadn't been prepared for the sheer pleasure he would feel being lodged inside of her as he climaxed.
He had nearly collapsed as the impact hit him and had barely caught himself before he crushed her with his large body. Being inside of her had been so much better than he'd ever imagined, but he couldn't understand why she'd been as tight as she had.
She wasn't a virgin, but the tightness of her cunt implied that she hadn't had sex in a long time. That puzzled him exceedingly, since she claimed to have a lover.
It was just another detail that indicated she'd been lying to him all along and he didn't like that at all. However, once he thought about if he wanted it to be a lie. That meant he'd be the only man for her and he intended it to stay that way. Now, if only she could be persuaded to feel the same.
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A few hours later, Abby awoke feeling more blissful and relaxed than she had in a long time. She remembered exactly who'd given it to her and she turned over to snuggle against him. Instead she found his side empty. The sheets were cold, indicating he hadn't been there for a while. How long had she slept?
She looked around the small bedroom and located a watch. It was nine in the evening. Oh no, how could she sleep the day away like that? She got up, located her clothes, and pulled then on before tumbling into the kitchen.
She stared at Dalen as he placed two plates on the table and poured wine into two glasses. He was only wearing his pants and that naked chest of his was still making her mouth water, providing her with a sudden need to lick him all over. As if hearing her thoughts, he suddenly looked up and gave her a wide smile.
"Good, you're awake. Then I don't have to kiss you back from your dreams about me. Pity."
"You had plans?" she wondered.
"Of course. A long list of sinful delights. And since you've only given me a weekend to fulfil them all, I intend to work hard."
He bent down and kissed her deeply.
She smiled at him. He wasn't tired of her yet, she thought, as relief poured through her. She realised she had been a little worried when he'd left her in his bedroom.
"You won't fulfil that list if you run from my bed," she teased him.
"I thought you needed to rebuild your stamina," he winked at her. "Dinner is ready so have at it so we can start on my list."
She sneaked her hand around him and pinched his buttocks.
"And what's on this list of yours?"
His eyes glazed over with want at the same time and she felt her breath hitch at this unmasked proof of lust. Her pulse increased and she felt his cock hardening against her stomach.
Suddenly he turned her away from him and steered her into a chair.
"Sit there and don't seduce the chef before dinner."
He kissed her forehead as she laughed and tried to catch his mouth with her lips.
"Vixen," he murmured as he quickly escaped her clutches. "You need some sustenance," he explained as he filled her plate with food.
"Hah. Just admit that it's you who need the sustenance, Dalen."
"All right. I probably do, considering you'll be demanding to have your wicked way with me."
"It sounds as if you're complaining."
"Not at all. Not at all," he smiled as he ate heartily and sipped his wine while throwing her heated glances that almost melted her bones.
She could barely make out what they were eating as her mind flooded with forbidden images of a naked Dalen and all the pleasures that she longed to experience with him. She was really going to let herself go this weekend.
She could only trust herself with spending a maximum of two days with him, so she intended to make the most of their time together. That meant throwing all her usual inhibition overboard and indulging herself in this perfect male specimen.
If she gave it more than the weekend, she would surely fall at his feet and do something really stupid, and she wasn't willing to risk her heart in this process. No, it was better to enjoy him while she could.
"Good. For a minute there I thought you were worried that you couldn't keep up," Abby teased him.
"
I
was worried? You must be thinking about someone else, darling," he drawled. "Me, I've waited almost a year for this so there's no stopping me know."
She sipped at her drink.
"Oh my, that sounds almost like a threat."
She noticed his eyes glazed over with want as she tempted him to give her his worst.
"Don't push me, or you might regret it."
"How so?"
"How sore are you?" he countered as she felt her face blush instantly as he reminded her how he had struggled to push his large cock inside of her tight pussy.
Still, her body hungered for him and she felt wet just thinking about him coming inside of her again.
"Not sore enough."
As she spoke, he rose quickly, showing his chair backwards with a loud noise before he came for her. She never had the opportunity to regret her teasing before he'd hoisted her onto the counter and moved between her thighs.
"Last chance, honey," he murmured before he bent down and kissed her neck, making her ignite just by his sheer touch.
