Chasing Abby(46)

I slide two fingers inside her and lightly run my tongue over her hard nub.
“Oh, Chris,” she breathes as I gently suck on her clit. “Oh, God, Chris. Don’t stop.”
She grabs the comforter and pulls it over her mouth to muffle her screams. Her hips buck wildly, so I slow down. Lightly sucking on the flesh around her clit. Teasing her until I can see her juices running over my hand.
I turn my fingers around and press down on the rear wall of her vagina and once again take her clit into my mouth. She cries out, spasming with pleasure as I devour her while I thrust my fingers down firmly and repeatedly, simulating the sensation that she’s being f*cked hard from behind. Another one of her favorite positions.
“Oh, f*ck!” she yelps, though her cries are muffled by the blanket. “Oh, Chris! I’m coming!”
I smile as I gently press my forearm down on her abdomen to hold her steady. I close my lips around her clit again and flick my tongue quickly as I suck. She’s not bucking anymore, but her thighs are convulsing as she reaches for my hair.
“Oh, my God!”
I can feel her wetness all over my chin. She tries to yank me up by my hair, but I push her hands away. I’m going for orgasm number two.

Chapter 19 - Claire


THE DRIVE TO THE BEACH house is filled with questions from Ryder about what we’re going to do when we get there. “Can we go swimming tonight?… Is Abby there already?… That’s not fair I didn’t get to go with Junior. Can I ride in Caleb’s car when they get there?… Are we going to the music festival again?… Is Abby sleeping in my room? She can sleep in my room. I don’t mind.”
“Abby will be sharing a room with Jimi,” I reply to Ryder.
He slumps in his seat and pouts the rest of the way there. I hope Jimi reacts better than Ryder when I give her this same news.
Chris pulls into the driveway of the beach house and I let out a sigh of relief. The gray siding and white trim were Chris’s idea, which I was opposed to at first. But, as usual, he was right. The house has a very elegant Cape Cod feel with a few homey touches, like the decorative cornices and the large wraparound porch. I love the big house in Cary, but the beach house feels more like home to me. Maybe that’s because Wrightsville was my home when Chris and I got back together more than seventeen years ago.
Jimi pulls her Mercedes into the driveway about three minutes after Chris. He takes all the luggage up to the bedrooms with Ryder’s help while I grab some linens from a closet and get them into the washing machine. I come out of the upstairs laundry room and head straight for Jimi’s bedroom.
“Why do I have to share my room?” Jimi shrieks. “My room only has one bed! Ryder has bunk beds!”
“We have the rollaway bed in the garage from when Grandma and Grandpa stayed over. She can sleep on that,” I reply. “We’ll just have to move stuff around to make room.”
“Why can’t Ryder and Junior share a room? Then she can stay in Ryder’s room with her boyfriend.”
“She’s not sharing a room with her boyfriend,” Chris replies as he and Ryder enter with the rollaway bed. “She’s sharing a room with you, so get over it.”
“This is so unfair. How can you be so naive? They’ve probably already had sex. You guys were having sex at their age.”
“Ew!” Ryder shouts, covering his ears with his hands.
“Enough!” Chris barks at her. “This isn’t up for negotiation. It’s a done deal. Now, let it rest.”
Jimi shakes her head, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. I definitely need to have a chat with Jimi before Abby arrives. I just hope I can clear some of this tension. I always expected there would be a little awkwardness between Abby and the kids when she came back to us. But I never expected it would last more than a couple of hours. I don’t know how long this is going to last. All I know is that if it lasts much longer, it will break my heart, just as it was finally beginning to mend.