I reach into my front pocket, pull out a foil wrapper, and tear it open with my teeth.

Abigail glances over her shoulder.

Her eyes catch the silver wrapper in my hand and a smile spreads across her face.

“Aww,” she purrs. “You came prepared.”

"Yes," I murmur, my thumb smoothing the condom over my rigid cock. "And I promised myself I wouldn't rush you this time."

I step up behind her, my bare chest pressing against the soft curve of her back.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pull her flush against my heat while my free hand reaches down between her thighs.

My fingers slide into her...