Darryl kisses Abbie

Abbie breathed in the scent of peppermint, idly wondering what kind of cocktail Darryl liked, and whether she'd like it. The scent of his breath was warm and filled her nostrils, the mint somehow seeming to get stronger the more she breathed it in. In a way, Abbie felt herself becoming intoxicated by the smell, and aside from her typical penchant for saying yes, knew she would hypnotically play along with anything Darryl suggested.

"You smell divine."

In Abbie's haze, she didn't actively acknowledge that it was Darryl, and not she, who had spoken. She was so taken in by his odor, she could hear the same words in her own voice in her mind.

"Do I?" she asked.

"Mm."

Darryl tilted his head slightly to the left, and leaned toward Abbie, his face rubbing against hers. He ducked his face down toward her neck, and placed his lips gently on her skin.

"Oh," sighed Abbie, feeling a shiver rush through her.

Darryl pursed his lips, lightly kissing Abbie's neck. He moved a half inch down, and kissed again. With each kiss, he blew a small stream of air onto her skin, cooling the spot he had just lightly moistened with his lips. Kiss, air, kiss, air. Each time, Abbie let out a small whimper of pleasure, slowly swimming in space, absorbing Darryl's attention.

"Mm, Darryl," she said. "That's really starting to turn me on."

Abbie reached down to push he hand against her body as Darryl continued kissing her. She rubbed her breasts, her stomach, and then moved a hand down between her legs and against her crotch. She squirmed a little in place, half pushing her hand against her body, half pushing her body against her hand.

Darryl continued dotting her neck with small kisses, moving along one side, then up the other. He brought his hands up along the sides of her face, cradling her in his palms, allowing her to relax herself, to let his hands take up the weight of her head. His kisses moved from her neck to her cheek, then up near her ear. He lightly teased the outer rim of her ear with his tongue, breathing into her ear as he kissed and licked her delicately.

"Oh fuck," muttered Abbie, groping herself harder. She gripped her breasts with one hand, and rubbed her pussy more aggressively with the other. "I'm shivering, Darryl." Her breath had quickened, and she swallowed to catch herself.

Darryl smiled, but kept going. He kept tattooing her skin with little kisses, each one moving a bit more in one direction or another. He moved back down the side of her face, down her neck, and toward her shoulders. Abbie had her arm on her chest, and Darryl followed her body toward the exposed part of her chest above the line of her dress.

As Abbie massaged her breasts, pulling at the material of her dress, Darryl kissed her skin, and brought his hands to her body as well. He touched the top of the dress, and pulled down at the edge.

"Is this okay?"

Abbie nodded. Darryl pulled a little more, moving his face along her body, kissing her chest lower and lower. He could feel the tops of her breasts, soft and plump, under his lips. He pulled a little more of the dress away from her body, kissing her again and again.

"You sure?" he said, immediately wishing he hadn't. He knew he was just tempting fate, that eventually the dream would end and she'd be done with him.

Except, not yet. "Mm-hm," Abbie replied, breathing deeper, her chest swelling against Darryl's hands.

He slipped a shoulder strap off her shoulder, giving him a little more liberty to tug at her dress -- tug it away from her body. He slipped his fingers along the top of her breast, touching her, kissing her, not yet seeing her bare nipple, but knowing that he couldn't be more than an inch away.

He pressed his hand into her skin, savoring the soft, warm, pillow of her upper breast. Kissing, breathing heavily, running his tongue along her fair, smooth skin. He kept nudging his fingers a little further into her dress, a millimeter at a time, barely making progress.

After staying in that one area for what felt like both a glorious eternity and an interminable tease, he leaned back and looked up at Abbie's face. They held eye contact for a few seconds, and then Darryl spoke hesitantly. "Did you ... want to go further?"

Abbie smiled. "Mm-hm."