Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

"Abigail", he whispered as he nibbled on her ear, "do you have fantasies?"

"I don't know", she answered.

"Oh come on", he nudged, "either you do or you don't, but surely you would know."

"I guess I do... Yes, sometimes", she said very timidly.

Danny ran his fingers along the side of her face down to her lips and slowly traced around them softly until she caught them with her tongue and pulled them into her mouth. "Abigail?", he whispered.

"Yes?", she asked.

"Tell me one", he asked seductively.

"One what?", she said as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"One of your fantasies", he said.

She closed her eyes again and tried to ignore him, but his caresses had stopped in anticipation of an answer. "I can't!", she pleaded, "this is embarrassing."

He grabbed a piece of ice from the bucket holding the Asti and let it slide down between her breast. He watched her as she arched her back because of the chill. "Aby", he said, "You're being much too shy for your own good. I'm your lover, not your father. You can tell me everything. I want to know what really turns you on."

"You do", she sighed, giving him a sexy pout. Danny took a few more ice cubes and put them into her panties. Her eyes opened wide as she shot up into a sitting position. "That's cold!", she said as she reached inside to retrieve the melting ice. He then placed his hand on top of hers and told her to leave it in there. "Why?", she asked.

"Shhhh", he whispered as he matched his finger positions to hers and pressed down on the middle finger and circled slowly. "Do you touch yourself like this when you fantasize?"

"No", she said sarcastically, "I have a vibrator for that!"

"Really... Where is it?", he asked .

Abigail removed her hand from beneath his and laid back down. He stretch out beside her and continued to message her between her legs. "I don't have one really" , she said, "I wanted one, but I'm too chicken to be seen buying it"

He laid his head on her chest and blew his warm breath on her nipple. "We'll just have to go and get you one, won't we?", he said with a big smile on his face.

"I don't think I need one. I have you", she protested as she pulled his face closer to hers.

"Well, I think", he began as he placed his lips within an inch of hers.

"You want to watch", she continued and then shut him up by gently holding his bottom lip between her teeth. He then ran his tongue back and forth along her upper lip causing a slight tickling sensation. "Umm", she sighed.

"Ooh, you liked that, didn't you?", he asked.

"Umm Hmm", she sighed, "do it again." He began to lick her lips very slowly as if he were savoring his favorite ice cream. She started grinning and turned her head away. "It tickles", she laughed. He started to do it again , but this time kissing her in between to lessen the sensation.

He could feel her body tense up as her desire grew stronger. "Relax baby", he whispered.

"I can't help it. I just feel so...", she moaned.

He scooted down to the end of the bed and removed her panties. She naturally spreaded her legs waiting for him to enter her, but instead, he stuck two of his fingers inside her and stimulated her with his thumb. "Umm... you're very wet", he sighed.

She looked up at him and smiled, "Its all your fault, you know... The things you do to me."

He withdrew his fingers and laid on top of her, grinding her slowly. "Abigail?", he whispered softly as he entered her.

"Hmm?" she answered.

"Do you...", he started to ask, but before he could finish, she put her hand over his mouth.

"No more questions Danny", she pleaded.

"Just one more", he muffled through her hand, "I promise."

"Okay... one more", she agreed reluctantly. He withdrew himself slightly from her so that he could lean back a little. He watched her as she took his hands and placed them on her breast. "Do you love me, Aby?", he asked softly. She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him deeper inside her.

I think I do", she answered hesitantly, "but ask me again when we're having a fight."

He responded to her pulling him closer by pushing harder and pulling back slower and moving around in circles the way she likes... "I love you too Aby", he thought to himself, "I love you too."


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