“It’s just; you’ve changed my life so much. Every day I thank God I found you. You are my angel, Leighton. You rescued me from myself. I’m worried that I will fuck up one day and you’ll get rid of me.”
“Never going to happen, Abbi. I love you; I don’t want you to ever go.”
I nod through my tears “I love you too, too much. I think I loved you the moment I saw you.” I admit to him.
“Let me make love to you, Abbi.” His soft voice tells me, and then he leans down and kisses me, delving his tongue inside my mouth, slowly stroking my own. Our lips clash in a heated frenzy.
He rolls me over onto my back and frames his body above me. His hard cock teases my entrance. He slowly pushes himself through my wetted barrier.
“Fuck that feels so good. You’re so wet baby.” Then he kisses me again, pushing himself within me fully.
Retreating back he slowly glides from me, the head of his dick leaving me and then sliding up the length of my grove, stroking against my sensitive clit.
I bring my hand between us and grasp him, guiding his dick inside of me once again. Leighton pushes his hips forward, his pelvis kissing mine.
He rocks inside my body, awakening every nerve. He hits my G-spot, my cervix and every sweet spot available.
“I’m not going to last, Abbi, cum with me, please baby.” He fucks into me igniting the fiercest of sparks inside of my pussy.
“Oh yes, I’m coming.” I feel his seed warm and wet filling me up. It hits the neck of my womb, drowning my cunt in spunk.
He rests his head to mine. “I love you so much Abbi. I always will baby.”
How two months can change.
“I love you too, Leighton. So damn much.”
Chapter Twelve
When I awake this morning I feel different. Firstly a giant of a man sleeps peacefully next to me, his scent intoxicating me, his gentle snores soothing my soul. Secondly the ache inside of my broken heart is slowly healing, each crack slowly disappearing, the jagged edges smoothing. And thirdly the delicious throb between my legs reminds me of the events of last night. My life had taken an enormous turn yesterday and I am now a whole person again.
I sit up against the headboard on his huge bed and run my fingers through my sex hair, breathing in the air around me.
I look to the ceiling and send thanks to God, to David and to whomever else sent the good luck, and Leighton, my way.
“Morning beautiful.” I hear the deep, croaky morning voice of Leighton beside me as he turns to face me.
“Good morning yourself.” I slide back down into the bed, pulling the covers up to my neck, snuggling into the waiting arms there. “You sleep okay?” I ask him.
“Perfectly, yourself?” his beautiful moss green eyes burn me.
“The best.” It truly was, I slept through, no getting up, waking up or fidgeting to get comfy. His heat envelopes me, protecting me from the bad things I had once come accustomed to.
“What would you like to do today?” Leighton asks me, “We have a party to attend tonight, its Scotts birthday.” Well that’ll be awkward, standing and watching all evening whilst he stares at me jealously and eye fucks my man. I am sure a few heads will butt when he finds out we are now together.
“I’d like to get a new dress for that then, and maybe a haircut, it’s in a dire state.”
‘Time to make an effort’
I think to myself. I am feeling so renewed and so unbelievably complete from those three simple words Leighton had said to me last night. ‘I love you’ god how such a simple phrase can change a person. It makes them want to live and breathe again.
“Sounds good, but I am not attending your girly stuff. I’ll call Ant and see if his sister can go with you. Be good for you two to meet, she’ll be going tonight so you can both shop and do that pamper shit you women love so much, and then come home to me. I have a few things I need to sort out today anyway.” He stands from the bed offering me his hand.
“I’d like that. I need a girlfriend. There’s only so much man talk I can take.” I giggle as he pulls me from the bed and slaps my arse playfully.
“Oh baby, you haven’t had nearly enough man just yet.” He drags me through his room to his bathroom, turns the shower on then pushes my nakedness into the cascading water.
I jump at the shock of the hot water hitting my cool skin. “Really, how much more man am I expected to see today?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him playfully.
“Oh, you’ll be seeing a whole lot angel. Now bend that backside over, I need to see that beautiful pussy.” I do as he commands me, spreading my thighs slightly, holding onto the rail in front of me.
“Now that is just so damn perfect.” His now hard cock is in hand, teasing my wet entrance. I tense around him, trying to draw him into me. He slowly slips into my readiness, stretching my inner walls.
He hisses through his teeth as he fills me. “Fuck, that’s too good. You should be illegal, Abigail.”
He pulls out and edges back in at a torturous slow pace. “Leighton, please, stop teasing me.” I beg him, pleading for him to be kind to me.
He appeases me and begins a relentless pounding pace, ramming me to the brim then quickly retreating, before another slam full.
“Leighton, I’m going to cum.” I tell him, clenching around him, riding against his oncoming thrusts.
“Now, Abigail.” The order sends me over the edge; I’m at the epitome of my pleasure.
I scream my release into the flowing water, choking on the cry.
“Ahhh.” His moan followed by the stillness of his body, signals to me his own climax. I feel his hot cum filling me, the excess dripping around him and down my inner thighs.
The kisses he places along my shoulder blades sends shivers through me; his hands come round to cup my breasts, pulling me up straight against him. His dick is still buried deep inside of my dripping pussy.
“How I’ve lasted two months without you, I don’t know, but I’m not ever letting you go.”
Please don’t
, I think in my head.
“As much as I would love for you to be in me all day, I really do want to get my hair cut and buy a new dress so let’s have a shower.” I joke with him.
“Oh, that’s no fair.” I hear him sulk as he pulls his still semi-erect penis from my tight walls. A concoction of both our releases mingles together, continuing to trickle out, and drip onto the shower floor.
“Now that is fucking hot.” I feel his hand rub the wetness away as he slides his finger up my leg and to my clit.
“Leighton.” I warn him, batting his hand away. “If, when I get back from my day out, we have enough time I will be at your every whim, but until then you’ll have to control your man hormones.”
“I can’t help it baby, your just so sexy.” Leighton runs his hands through my hair, massaging shampoo into the length.
After rinsing the bubbles away, he applies conditioner, leaving it to soak in a little while he washes my body down with his body wash.
The scent is as intoxicating on my skin, as it is on him. I wash the remnants of the conditioner and bubble wash off of me then use the shower head to rinse between my cum soaked thighs.
“All done baby, I’m getting out before that monster,” I point to his steadily growing erection, “Comes to bite me in the arse.”
“It’s inevitable baby, he’ll get you when you least expect it.” his warning sends warm shivers through my body, making me wet.
I climb from the shower, wrap my hair in a towel and then wrap another around my body. I return to my own room to find some clothes for the day and to dry and style my hair.
I put a pink lacy set of underwear on, followed by jeans, a t-shirt, a pair on converse and a cardigan.
Drying and putting my hair up in a messy ponytail I make my way to the kitchen.
I see Leighton already sitting at the bar, with his usual pancakes, coffee and newspaper. I take a seat next to him, shuffling myself onto the stool. I look down at my plate and smile at the pancakes and fruit.
“You look beautiful Abbi. I made you some pancakes.” He points to the plate by my seat.
I choke on my tea I’m sipping from, “Sorry you made them?” I ask him knowing full well he didn’t.
“Okay, so I got them from the pack and heated them up for you.” He corrects his mistake, smiling proudly my way.
“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.” I lean and kiss his cheek before I smother my pancakes in yoghurt and berries.
“So I’ve called Ant and his sister is coming here to meet you and go with you, she sounds really excited. Antonio is going to drop her off, we’ve got a few things to do so take one of the cars and enjoy yourselves.” That’s right; I passed my driving tests in the last two months and have full reins on every car he owns. Thomas had spent a lot of time teaching me, normally getting me to drive to my therapy sessions as practice.
“Okay, thanks. Just please make sure you two are careful please? I hate the thought of what you’re doing. I can’t bear for you to get hurt.” I know that what they are trying to sort is in relation to this fucked up mess they have been put into. Killing an oppositions friend isn’t going to go down nicely and I dread to think the danger they are in now.
“Aww baby, nothing is going to get through me, don’t you worry. Plus I’ve got Ant, and the guys a brick wall.” He kisses my forehead before taking the last mouthful of his coffee. He looks to his Rolex, placed beautifully against his bronze skin “They’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
I finish my pancakes and put the plate in the dishwasher as a very enormous Antonio walks into the kitchen.
“Morning, Boss.” The two men shake hands.
Antonio moves to the side allowing a very petite, very tiny woman to show herself. She seems timid and shy and I feel awful for what she has been through. She is only twenty for heaven’s sake, and I dread to think how everything that has happened has affected her.
“Abbi, this is my sister Maria. Maria, this is Abigail.” I lean forward and kiss the girls cheek.
“Hey, I’ve heard so much about you Maria. It’s very nice to finally meet you.”
“You too Abigail, Ant won’t shut up about you.” She giggles as her big brother hugs her under his arm.
“Come on; let’s leave the men to their macho things. I need a new dress.”
“Definitely, I need a new dress too.”
“You girls take care; be safe. If you need us, ring us please.” Leighton commands me as I continue walking with Maria, nodding my head and waving behind me to him, “And Abbi” I hear his beautiful voice call to me like a siren. I turn to look at his gorgeous face, “do I not get a kiss goodbye.” He pout’s his bottom lip at me, his green eyes swallowing me whole.
“I suppose.” I fake huff and walk to him leaning up to kiss him on the lips. His hand snakes around my neck and pulls me flush against him. His tongue assaults my hot mouth and massages around with my own. My blood pumps ferociously around my sizzling body and the wetness between my legs worsens. I can feel his erection evident, pressing against my denim clad crutch.
He releases his grip on me and removes his lips; I lean up and whisper into his ear. “Now I have to go out wet and thinking of that hard cock between your legs.” I wink at him and turn and walk away. His hand lands a slap onto my arse.
“I’ll see you later baby, have a good day.” He tells me from behind and I leave through the kitchen with Maria, waving my hand above my head.
“Damn man, that’s been a long time coming.” I hear Antonio tell Leighton, his Italian accent still doing things to me it shouldn’t.
“I fucking love her man.” Leighton tells Antonio and the warmth in my heart spreads through me igniting a flame so violent I feel faint. The smile on my face can probably be seen from space.
I hear Antonio chuckling and telling Leighton he already knows that, that everybody knows it and that Leighton has been in denial for the past two months.
Chapter Thirteen
I take the BMW three series convertible, driving with the roof down in the spring sunshine, the breeze blows through my now tousled hair, chart hits play quietly in the background as I talk and get to know Maria a little more.
She is easy to get along with, has a cracking sense of humor and is the prettiest thing I have ever seen, I’ve never had an interest in women, but well maybe just maybe if I’d drunk enough I’d definitely go there.
She is almost an identical of her brother Antonio. Beautiful bronzed skin, long dark brown hair, big brown eyes with those envious spider leg lashes. Her lips are a perfect rose red, matching the lovely blush on her cheeks.
We manage to get through the hustle and bustle of London fairly quickly, arriving at Westfield shopping Centre.
“Come on chick, I need me a dress, and this” I say pointing to my hair as I walk through the car park, “Needs cutting desperately. It is horrendous.”
“You should have some lowlights put in and a few layers done. It would look gorgeous.” Maria tells me.
“Maybe I might just do that. I need to go to Ann Summers as well, they have the sexiest bra and knickers set I want to buy.” And also other bits Ann Summers is famous for but we won’t mention them in an open area were children are present.
Maria seems to understand my thoughts, “Right, some underwear, that’s what you want Ann Summers for. First of all nails and hair, then we’ll get to the clothes shopping.”
******
Two hours later, my hair is slightly shorter, with a few layers and lowlights, my nails are polished with a beautiful pink as are my toes.
My eyebrows are threaded and shaped, my legs and bikini are waxed and I’m ready for some shopping.
“I need a dress, something that screams, ‘I’m here and I’m ready to be fucked’ ” Maria explains to me and I nearly choke on the hot chocolate in my mouth.
“Maria, you dirty girl. Does your brother know you have this filthy mind?” the girl is the complete opposite of what I expected her to be like. She’s confident, sexy, filthy and so like me it’s ridiculous. I am so happy that what had happened to her hasn’t ruined her forever. That she isn’t living in the shadow of the past like I have been for years, until very recently.