You try to resist her

She was kissing me with such care and delicacy that I wanted to sink under the covers of her bed and let her do what she wanted—I'd allow her whatever she pleased, as long as we remained together. But no amount of lust and want could overcome my fear. I pushed against her hands, attempting to pull back.

"No!" I cried out in protest, as if it would deter her.

She didn't hesitate in continuing her advances on me, and continued kissing me deeper and longer, taking advantage of my momentary distraction. I fought against her hold, but eventually, in a flash of weakness, succumbed to her seduction, letting her pull me towards her until her lips left mine with a pop, causing us both to gasp for air. Abigail smiled softly at me, still holding onto me tenderly.

Her fingers lightly traced along the lines of my cheekbone, tracing the edge of my jaw line, and down my neck, trailing along the top of my chest, and then finally stopping where my waistband began.

"Now, sweetheart," she cooed, pulling her fingers away and caressing her thumb along the inside of my collar bone. "We wouldn' want this beautiful body of yours to suffer unnecessarily. Now, are you going to let me take care of your needs?"

I gulped audibly, unable to move or speak, just staring vacantly at her face and her dark eyes and her warm, inviting features. What did she mean by that? Surely she couldn't mean to.... do that!