10
TUCKER
“Morning, precious.”
Abigail stirred on top of me. As she’d slept, she worked her way into my arms until her head rested in the crook of my shoulder, her body angled against me. One of her legs was thrown over mine, and I could feel the warmth of her p***y against my thigh. I’d woken at dawn and just reveled in the soft feel of her, running my fingers through her long hair as she continued to sleep. While we’d worn her out from a very hot bout of f*****g, she’d stunned us.
Her degree of passion wasn’t much of a surprise, but she was so very eager and open about it. She’d displayed fear, no worry about the act of claiming her virginity. I was thrilled she hadn’t had a maidenhead to rupture. No pain for her. Only wide-eyed pleasure.
We’d expected to slowly teach her about f***
