Distance Nightmare 19/37
Chapter 19 - Welcome Distractions
He felt a grin curve his lips at the same time as his groin tightened as he took in the breathtaking sight before him on the bed.
Abby was stretched out on her front, lying across his bed, naked except for her thong... that magnificent cross tattoo on full display for the first time, at least for him.
She had her arms curled round his pillow, glossy raven hair spread over her shoulders. Looking back over her shoulder at him, her emerald eyes gleamed and a devilish grin graced her lips.
She was as sexy as hell and Gibbs was beyond tempted to forget the massage and take her right now. But a massage was what he'd promised her and a massage was what she was going to get... even if it half killed him in the process.
Swallowing hard, Gibbs approached the bed, letting his eyes drift over the soft skin of her back, the swell of the side of her breasts teasing him as they were pushed into the mattress by her weight, the curve of her tight ass and long slender legs.
Abby gestured to the bedside table, not sure he'd seen the bottles yet as he seemed unable to tear his eyes away from her. Flattering as that was, she was itching to move the evening on. "Pick your caffeine fix, Gibbs."
He dragged his eyes away from her ass and moved to the table, intrigued. Picking up the two bottles, he started laughing.
Edible massage oils... one coffee flavour... one mocha.
Meeting her sparkling gaze, he grinned, shaking his head. "Mocha is not caffeine, Abbs."
"I'll have that one then... when it's my turn." Seeing his eyes darken further at her words, she continued, amusement colouring her husky voice. "I know you prefer your caffeine hit... undiluted."
Chuckling, he reached for the neck of his sweatshirt and pulled it off, followed by his sweatpants, enjoying the look on her face as he stripped, the way her eyes roamed over his body. When he made no move to pull off his boxers, he could have predicted the pout that broke out, with that bottom lip that cried out to be nibbled.
"Not fair, Gibbs."
"Well, you've still got your thong on," he pointed out, eyes lingering over her ass, fingers itching to trace over her curves.
"Think there's less material in that than there is in your boxers." As much as she was enjoying the view again of his bare chest with its smattering of silver-gray hair, she really, really wanted to get him naked.
"Yeah, I noticed." If he was going to keep any control while he massaged her, he needed some kind of barrier between them. Gibbs suspected that the first touch of complete skin on skin would rapidly shatter any self control he had left.
Grabbing the coffee flavour, he climbed onto the bed and settled himself over her, straddling her hips. Abby sighed as she felt the warmth of his skin against her legs. When he didn't move further, she looked over her shoulder to see him poised, almost on all fours, staring intently at her back.
"Forgotten what comes next, Gibbs?" she teased.
Gibbs reached down and pulled the elastic of her thong with a snap, causing her to giggle. "First time I've seen this tat... all of it." She was struck silent by his tone... he sounded almost moved.
Gibbs took his time, letting his eyes drink in every delicate line, every intricate whorl... dark ebony against her soft ivory skin. Promising himself that he'd follow his eyes soon with fingers, tongue and lips, he first wanted to look his fill... take his time to study this work of art for the first time.
He'd seen the top half of the cross when she'd worn the memorable Marilyn Monroe dress and turned every man in the building, and quite a few women, into hormonal teenagers. The tattoo and the soft silky skin of her back had transfixed him then... seeing all of it now was simply stunning.
"Beautiful," he murmured, bending to slowly place a gentle kiss on the very centre of the cross.
Abby sighed, feeling a shiver skitter down her spine at the simple gesture, touched by his tenderness. She felt his hands brush against her neck and slide into her hair, beginning a slow sensuous massage of her scalp, fingers moving in gentle circles. Unable to suppress a moan, she was amazed at the sensations he was producing and yet he'd hardly begun.
She was going to be a pile of goo by the end of the night at this rate.
Enjoying the feel of her silky hair over his fingers, he worked his way gradually over her scalp to her temples and back down onto her neck, hearing her sigh and seeing her eyes flutter closed.
Gibbs sat back and brushed her hair carefully off her shoulders, leaving her back bare. He undid the bottle of massage oil, pouring some into his palms and rubbed his hands together.
Curious, he sniffed at the oil, his senses registering the familiar coffee flavour. Watching him over her shoulder, Abby chuckled at the expression on his face... it was just the same as when he'd been deprived of coffee all day and was getting a first fix. She was going to have trouble not thinking of this moment the next time she saw him with coffee... which, after all, was nearly all the time.
He caught her eye. "Which muscles were the most painful, Abbs? Be honest."
She thought for a moment. "Shoulders mostly... and calves."
He nodded and leaned forward. "Tell me if this hurts," he told her, gently.
"Hmmm."
She felt the warmth of his flesh as he skimmed his hands lightly over her back, causing her nerve endings to strain upwards in an attempt to make contact.
When he eventually did make contact, she was unable to suppress a moan and arched her back as his hands landed lightly on her shoulder blades... not till then an erogenous zone, or so she thought. Although at this rate, the longing she felt for this man's touch was turning her whole body into one quivering hotspot.
Starting with feather light strokes, he smoothed his hands up over her shoulders, gliding back and forth over each individual muscle. He gradually increased the pressure as he discovered knotted muscles under his powerful fingers. She felt his hands dig in more firmly, easing the tension out of each solid knot, sinking his fingers deep into each muscle as he soothed and loosened each one. Long fingers slid over her neck, the aroma of coffee reaching her nose as the oil warmed under the heat of his hands.
Easing the massage off into light strokes when he reached the bruised areas on her neck, he just soothed the oil gently into the skin with soft strokes. Sliding out along the line of her shoulders, he encouraged her to move her arms within reach, one at a time, leaving her head resting on the pillow.
He worked his way slowly down each arm, gliding his fingers over her skin, alternating between kneading firmly at each muscle or swirling softly with just his fingertips. He traced the infinity symbol tattoo on her forearm gently, wondering how many new tats he was going to see tonight.
Turning her arm over, he paused as he circled the healing cut on her forearm, the stitches standing out starkly against the pale skin.
"This sore?" he asked, quietly.
"Hmm?" Abby struggled to focus beyond the haze of pleasure building up. "No, not any more," she managed to murmur.
Leaning forward to brush a soft kiss against the stitches, he left her arm and continued down to her hands, lifting each one to gently massage her palm and then each finger.
He dropped a soft kiss onto the small tattoos on her fingers, something he'd wanted to do for years as he saw them almost every day. He flicked his tongue against the inside of her right wrist, hearing her gasp as he made contact with the P symbol near her pulse point. He lavished the same treatment on the three triangles on the inside of her left wrist.
She felt him run his finger down along the line of her spine. He turned the finger slightly so the nail just made a light scraping contact with her skin as he went, causing every nerve ending in her body to sit up and shout 'whoa.'
Hearing him undo the bottle again, she muffled a moan into the pillow as she felt a drizzle of oil being poured directly onto her skin. As Abby arched her back slightly, she shivered as she felt the oil slide slowly down the line of her spine. He followed it with his fingertips, spreading the oil lightly over the skin either side of her spine.
It was his thumbs she felt next, starting at the base of her back, digging into the muscles either side of her spine, pushing upwards slowly and steadily towards her shoulders. She couldn't suppress the groan at just how good that felt on her muscles. His warm palms followed, pressing in firm circles up each side of her spine.
It was amazingly relaxing and stimulating, all at the same time. His fingers were strong and firm, the calluses on his hands catching lightly on her skin, teasing her nerve endings and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She didn't realize how knotted her shoulders had become, either from the stress of the past few days, the effects of the muscle spasms from the drugs or the tension that had built up by feeling frustrated at being ill and not able to take him to bed.
She felt herself sinking into the mattress, giving herself over to him completely.
"You missed your calling," she told him, voice soft.
"Mmm?" he queried.
"You'd make a fortune as a masseur... That is just... so good."
She heard his low chuckle. "Bear that in mind if Vance finally chucks me out on my ass."
Abby had fantasized about his hands for years, what they would feel like on her body. The reality was exactly as she'd imagined and... oh so much more.
Gibbs had massaged her shoulders before at work when she'd been tense or stressed, both giving comfort and relaxing her. But that was through several layers of clothing and upright in a chair in her office. Half naked in his bed with his hands on her bare skin raised it to an entirely different level of sensuous experience.
Although she'd suspected that those powerful hands could give fantastic massages, the level of loving tenderness she felt flowing from him now was overwhelming.
His unwavering focus on a tough case when he demanded results with his usual impatience meant she'd already experienced a little of that intensity over the years. She'd also been the focus of his care and attention when she was upset. But she'd yet to be the sole object of that complete focus and attention... to know what it was like to feel his absolute absorption.
He was looking at her now with a hungry intensity that took her breath away. It was similar to the look of intense concentration he had whenever he was working with wood, patiently building or carving.
Gibbs ghosted his hands over her sides, brushing softly against the curve of her breasts but not lingering, despite Abby arching off the bed to encourage his hands to wander further, knowing it would test both their control if he did.
Her hips were the focus of his attention next, avoiding her ass, despite her wriggling it at him in an attempt to lure him closer. He heard her throaty chuckle, which only served to harden him further. Scooting down the bed, he turned his attention to her legs, sliding his hands smoothly down her thighs and over her calf muscles, digging in to relieve each knot as he found it.
He picked up her foot and massaged the ball of her foot and arch, pressing in firmly, rubbing in circles, and smirked as he heard her groan.
What was it about women and foot massages?
Distracted by a tattoo he'd never seen before, three dots on her right ankle, he pressed a butterfly kiss to it, wondering at its meaning. Working his way gradually up her other leg but stopped when he reached the top of her thigh, despite the temptation to slide his fingers near her heat.
God, he could smell her arousal.
It was becoming more difficult to rein himself in, but he was determined she was going to come at least once under just his hands and mouth before he buried himself deep inside her.
Pouring more oil into his hands, he rested his hands on the swell of her ass, massaging firmly in circles on her taut curves, alternating between stroking and kneading.
Seeing her spread out, soft and boneless, her silky skin shining from the oil, he smiled. It was the most relaxed he'd seen her for days.
Leaning over her on all fours, the coffee scent filling his nose, he brought his mouth down to plant a soft kiss on her neck, murmuring, "You doin' okay?"
Abby turned her face to smile lazily up at him. "Perfect," came the soft murmur. She reached her hand up to pull his face down and kissed him softly.
He nuzzled his way to her neck, kissing his way over her spider web tattoo, delighting in being able to explore something that had been under his nose for years.
Gibbs began trailing soft kisses across her shoulders and arms, hearing her purr her appreciation. As he reached each tattoo, he pressed a kiss to the flower in the centre of her back and then bestowed the same tenderness on the stick figures adorning each shoulder blade. At the first touch of his tongue that followed, Abby gasped as he traced each line.
Now he had the right, he was mentally cataloguing every intricate design, learning every inch.
Relaxed and loose under his strong hands, she now felt her senses stirring again as he began a teasing assault on her skin, bringing her very firmly awake again.
As he licked and kissed her skin, the coffee flavour of the massage oil mixed with the unique taste of Abby, the combination a heady mix that he could quickly become addicted to.
Teasing, nibbling and suckling his way down her back muscles to her butt, he pulled down her thong slowly. She eased herself off the bed to help and he flung it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. He began placing biting kisses over her ass, still kneading and stroking with his fingers, coming slowly ever closer to her heat, hearing her whimper underneath him.
"Oh god, pl-e-ase?"
"Patience, Abbs." His voice sounded strained, revealing just how much this was affecting him too.
She groaned, not sure how he was holding out and wondering how much longer he was going to drive her crazy. "Patience? There's only so much patience in the world."
She was wriggling and squirming, trying to get some friction on her nipples and pressing her thighs together in an attempt to ease her swollen clit. She heard his low chuckle. He knew exactly what she was doing.
Gibbs was already achingly hard but his desire intensified when the scent of her arousal surrounded him, combined with the familiar smell of coffee.
If this image was going to surface every time he smelled coffee, given how often he did precisely that every day, he was in big trouble. He drew a shaky breath, trying to rein himself in, which was not helped by the mewing sounds of pleasure she was making.
Abby was desperate for him to be nearer her core but he ghosted his fingers down her ass and then across her thighs, skirting close but not close enough.
At this rate, she was going to come at the first touch... the combined feel of his hands, mouth and tongue driving her need ever higher.
She felt him lean over her and a moan slipped out as his tongue traced the outline of her ear, making her shiver before a gravelly voice sounded in her ear, "Turn over."
Oh god, at last.
She rolled over, looking up at him on all fours over her, his large frame covering her completely, dominating her view.
Was there a hotter sight anywhere than this alpha male leaning over her?
She ran her eyes over him, up the powerful arms and shoulders, over the chest and down his body to... oh drat, those blasted boxers. She'd momentarily forgotten about those blocking her view.
Gibbs was doing his own visual inventory, seeing her laid bare to him for the first time, breath taken by just how lovely she was, feeling his need ratchet up even further. Beautiful hand-sized breasts with rosy tips he just ached to fasten his mouth onto. Previously unseen tattoos on her hips just cried out to be explored. Long slender legs he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist.
Abby ran her hands over his chest, carding through his chest hair before wrapping one hand round his neck to try to pull him closer, feeling her breath catch at the predatory look on his face.
He resisted for a moment, eyes raking slowly over her... his gaze so heated, she could almost feel it as a caress.
She saw a brief flash of a fierce grin and heard his possessive growl of "Mine" before his mouth crashed down on hers.
TBC