Distance Nightmare 29/37
Chapter 29 - Firelight and Leather
"How d'ya feel about christening the rug in front of the fire?"
The delighted grin Abby shot him showed what she thought of his idea. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the lounge, turning the light off and leaving the room lit only by the warm glow of the fire. Chuckling at her haste, Gibbs turned her towards him when they reached the rug. He captured her mouth, kissing her hungrily and sliding his hands round the leather of the pants to cup her ass, unable to keep away from the soft, sensuous material.
Abby returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm, winding her arms round his neck and pressing close. Pulling the ties from her pigtails, Gibbs pushed his hands into her silky hair, hearing her low moan as he slowly massaged her scalp.
Breaking the kiss, Gibbs felt a surge of masculine satisfaction at her dazed look and swollen lips. He'd spent what felt like the whole evening on edge, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her heat. But seeing her standing there bathed in firelight, looking so beautiful, a smile curving those full lips and green eyes hazy with lust, he felt his urgency drain away.
Abby deserved to be worshipped… slowly… thoroughly, and he was damn well gonna take his time getting her out of those leather pants, even if it half killed him.
Pulling her to him, Gibbs cupped her face and bent his head to cover her lips, teasing with his tongue, hearing her moan into his mouth. Whether he wanted to go slow, Abby seemed to have other ideas and was busy trying to attack his shirt buttons and belt both at the same time, fumbling in her eagerness.
Before she could distract him further, Gibbs sank to his knees in front of her on the rug and she clutched at his shoulders at the unexpected move. Sliding his hands slowly up and down her leather-clad legs, he kissed his way gently across the exposed skin of her stomach, smiling when he felt the muscles ripple under his mouth as she giggled when he hit a ticklish spot.
Abby looked down at him kneeling before her, his silver hair shining in the firelight, unable to resist running her fingers gently through it. Oh God, not even her very lively imagination had come up with this fantasy image before but she was sure as hell going to store it away.
She felt his hands slowly slide up to grip her hips and he suddenly nuzzled his face against the leather, making her knees tremble as she felt the jolt to her core.
He could smell her… the scent of her arousal a heady combination with the leather, making him hard and aching. Unzipping the pants, Gibbs grasped the waistband of the leather and tugged… and nothing moved.
Her throaty giggle rolled into his ears. "They're a bit tight, Jethro."
He grinned up at her, hands sliding round to cup her ass. "Well, yeah, I been kinda noticing that all evening. How d'ya get them on… with a shoehorn?"
"Carefully, and with a lot of tugging, and breathing in." Abby scraped her nails through the short hairs on the back of his neck, seeing his eyes close briefly at the sensation.
His voice was husky and lower than usual with his arousal. "Get down here."
Gibbs pulled her into another heated kiss as she knelt in front of him on the rug. He slid his hands down the back of her open but still snug-fitting pants, squeezing her ass and pulling her against him, letting Abby feel what she was doing to him.
Needing to see more skin, Gibbs tugged her top off, swallowing hard as he saw the black lacy bra. Snapping it undone, he cupped her breasts, thumbs working her nipples as he buried his face in her neck. He nipped and suckled on her skin, wanting to mark her as his.
Abby in turn soon divested him of his shirt and scraped her nails across his chest, hearing his low moan as she flicked his nipples.
Encouraging her to lie down, Gibbs returned his attention to the leather pants. Grasping both sides by her hips, he tugged and this time the pants started sliding down. Abby lifted her hips, wriggling a little to help but he wanted to unwrap her slowly.
As he pulled the leather down over the long line of her shapely legs, he paused after every few inches of bare flesh were exposed. He kissed, licked and stroked his way over every inch of soft creamy skin as it was slowly revealed.
He took his time, listening to her gasps and sighs as Abby alternated between grasping his head and fisting handfuls of the rug. As soon as the pants were pulled level with her knees, Gibbs could also reach the back of her legs. He lavished equal attention on the warm skin there, enjoying the taste, in between running his hands over the soft buttery leather still covering her lower legs.
By the time he'd slowly peeled the leather pants off as far as her feet, Abby was squirming and whimpering on the rug, trying to buck her hips up towards him, desperate for him to touch the one bit he was ignoring so far. She couldn't remember being turned on quite so much by someone paying attention to just her legs.
Okay, better add legs to the list of buttons Gibbs seemed adept at discovering. Or more likely, her whole body was just one big hot spot once he touched her.
If he didn't hurry up, she was going to come just from this alone.
When the pants were eventually freed from her feet with one last tug, she reached for him. He gave her a feral grin but wouldn't be rushed. He moved slowly, kissing his way back up her body, removing her lacy thong on the way but still avoiding where she really, really needed him.
When she could reach him, Abby was almost frantic as she undid his zipper, hand brushing against his hardness. She pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs, her feet taking them the rest of the way, and giggled as she heard him groan at the relief of being released from his own now too tight pants.
Pulling him down into a heated kiss, Abby wound her arms round him, arching up, desperate for any friction against his skin. She felt the tug deep inside her as her body contracted already and he wasn't even inside her yet.
Gibbs lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling and licking his way from one to the other, biting down gently. Moving to his side, he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, distracting her as his hand slid down her body to tease slowly over her soaked folds, feeling her hips buck up in surprise at the sudden contact.
Two could tease… especially now she could reach him.
Abby wrapped her hand around his hard length and he faltered in his rhythm as she started working him. Stroking him maddeningly slowly, she heard him groan into her neck and his hips began thrusting steadily into her hand.
When he was in danger of losing it, Gibbs moved over her and away from her talented fingers. He paused, poised on all fours above her as he took in the breathtaking sight of Abby spread out on the rug below him, the warm glow of the firelight playing over her naked body and raven hair… one more fantasy fulfilled.
Looking at him hovering over her, Abby felt her breath catch. She adored this man and right now, he looked beyond hot… the firelight playing over his muscles and the hard lines of his back, the low light making his eyes appear darker and fire reflecting off his silver hair.
Wanting… no, needing to be inside her, Gibbs settled himself between her legs, sinking slowly and steadily into her wet heat until he was balls deep, savoring the incredible feeling. Feeling her legs wrap around him, Gibbs began a tantalizingly unhurried pace, rolling his hips slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as he could.
When he sensed Abby was getting close and felt her beginning to tremble around him, he slowed down, loving the sounds of her whimpering and pleading as she urged him to go faster.
The first time he eased off so he was barely thrusting, his tip just inside her, sliding across her folds, pulling back every time she tried to arch her hips to pull him deeper. She glared up at him as he chuckled, until his deep kisses distracted her as he began to pick up the pace again.
The second time he slowed the pace, still thrusting gently as he braced himself on his arms, grinning down at her, Abby virtually growled at him. She pulled him down, using her teeth on his neck until in turn she coaxed a growl out of him as her internal muscles squeezed, reminding him to get the hell moving again.
The third time, Abby was almost frantic. She could feel herself teetering on the edge but he still kept us this tortuously teasing pace, and he was doing it on purpose… the bastard. Payback was going to be such fun.
She grabbed for his face from where it was buried in her neck and dragged his head level with hers. "Just remember that I can kill you without leaving any forensic evidence. So move it, Marine."
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, unrepentant.
Hooking his arms behind her knees, he spread her wider beneath him and began plunging deep inside her heat, responding to Abby's hoarse cries of harder… faster as she urged him on. Soon Abby could only cling to him, overwhelmed by sensation, as the power of his thrusts reminded her of his strength. They surged together and she felt her release approaching fast.
He'd held her on the edge for too long. She just couldn't hold back now.
He was conscious of her nails digging into his back and felt his own control slipping, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her.
Feeling her muscles tensing, her world blanked out as she came… harder than she could ever remember before. Her orgasm was so intense, she clamped down around him and it was only the force of his thrusts that allowed him to keep moving through it. He felt his own release ripping through him fast as her inner muscles rippled over him.
When Gibbs came to, he was slumped on top of Abby, head resting on her chest. Her arms were around him, stroking his damp back, and she was practically purring. Gibbs raised his head and they shared satisfied grins and soft kisses. It took him several attempts to move but he eventually slid out of her and shifted his weight off her before gathering her close, still breathing heavily, both twitching with aftershocks.
"That was just…" For once, unusually, Abby was lost for words. She knew she was responsive to him but he'd nearly blown her head off this time, and this was only their third night together. She'd be a pile of goo on the floor if he kept this up.
"Uh-huh." He pressed a kiss to her head, chuckling at her struggle for words, and tightened his arms around her.
She snuggled into his embrace, wrapping herself around him, and tucked her head into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent with a sigh.
Abby felt all warm, drifting on a post-orgasmic high, and slightly fuzzy with a nice buzz from the bourbon and wine combining with heat from the fire and the hard body cradling her. She couldn't remember feeling quite so relaxed and contented. She felt safe, cherished, loved.
He nuzzled her hair and tilted her face up to kiss her. Languidly, he explored her mouth with the slow, deep drugging kisses that he was so good at. It was as if he was relishing her. She found her senses spinning, till all she was aware of was the seductive feel and taste of him.
Nuzzling together, sensuously rubbing cheeks, noses, lips and trading slow kisses, they lay wrapped up together, limbs entwined. One open-mouthed kiss merged into another and they spent long minutes just tasting and exploring one another.
Gibbs was reluctant to move, but the fire was nevertheless beginning to fade and their skin would soon chill as the sweat dried from their exertions.
"You want me to get blankets and pillows and build the fire back up, Abbs, or d'ya wanna go to bed?" he offered, burying his nose into her hair.
Abby raised her head to rest her chin on his chest, giving him a slow sultry smile that managed to make even his sated cock twitch. "Bed."
She was going to be the death of him.
TBC