She uses a bit of hypnosis.

Abigail raised her head to gaze into my eyes, smiling softly as she saw the fire raging just behind my pupils, as if she could read my mind; it must have shown on my face, because her features softened further, a blush spreading from beneath her eyes, which was a bright red; and she brought her hand to cup my cheek with her long, supple fingers.

I looked her intently in the eyes, unable to resist gazing deeper into them, mesmerized. As she drew nearer, I drew back a little as my eyelids slid shut, my whole body tensed and my heartbeat quickening. But the instant Abigail came near enough, as I held my breath to await her touch, she drew herself down towards me, and laid her lips upon mine, and I melted into her embrace.

Abigail pulled her lips away briefly to speak to me, smiling softly as she said: "You want to feel good, don't you? You need your energy. Just lie there and enjoy yourself." She lay down again, bringing me into her arms, holding me tightly, stroking my hair, playing with my ears and brushing my cheeks with her fingers.

I allowed myself to relax completely, my head falling comfortably into the crook of Abigail's neck. As I relaxed in her arms, I felt her hands move down to my ass, her finger digging into my skin as she kneaded my butt cheeks. I shuddered and groaned, feeling her lips ghost lightly against my neck, and her tongue against my skin. Then she leaned down and bit down hard on the tender skin just above my ear, causing a moan to leave my lips.

She continued to nibble at my skin for several moments, then suddenly stopped her movements, looking at me, asking: "Do you know what a hickey is?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes." I said shyly.

"It's a mark where someone's left a mark on you…" She paused, and a sly grin spread across her face. "On your neck." Abigail's words sent a strange rush of excitement straight through my body, and I couldn't hold back a satisfied sigh as she ran her fingers lightly around my neck and along the collar of my shirt, grazing lightly against my neck. "There's something very sweet about seeing a hickey that belongs only to you, don't you think?"

With that, Abigail leaned forward, kissing my neck gently. Her fingers caressed lightly across my back, down my stomach, over my hips, and into my shorts. Abigail's lips wandered up along my jaw, and her tongue glided softly against my lips. I moaned quietly, not able to prevent myself, and felt Abigail smile against my skin as she reached down between us and grasped my throbbing cock. My hand shot up and tangled itself in her hair. She smiled against my lips once more before parting them and guiding her tongue gently inside my mouth, her hands still playing with my cock. It felt wonderful and hot, and as we kissed each other, I found myself feeling aroused beyond belief as she teased my tongue, gently probing the back of my throat with it. As we both moaned into our kiss, I grabbed her bottom in my hand, squeezing it firmly, drawing a soft moan from her lips. I released her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, feeling her breath catch sharply as I traced the edge of her bra. With one hand I pulled off her bra, and placed her chest gently to my face, inhaling deeply, drinking in her essence. Then I moved my lips back against hers, sucking and licking lightly, my teeth lightly tracing along her lower lip.

Abigail moved her lips down my throat and began to kiss the hollow where my neck met my shoulder. Her hands travelled down the length of my body, touching every part of me. She pushed my shorts down my legs, letting them fall to the ground as she moved her lips up to my collarbone

"Well? Do you want me to give you a hickey? To give you a mark of my own?" She asks me with an almost seductive smirk, her voice husky from our heated make out session. Abigail stared down at me, waiting for my answer.