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The situation was... complicated. Yet it was so typical.
Not getting over your first sapphic love was a common thing among the lesbians Abby knew, yet, she could swear it'd never get her.
But it did.
The second you two broke up she had an itch to reach over to you again. Restart. Maybe things could be better if you just talked it out - that's what she'd tell herself.
Loving Abby wasn't a linear thing. It was full of ups and downs, and she dragged you with her.
That's exactly how you ended up in her couch tonight.
You got a call as soon as you were just getting ready for bed, Abby's number, now saved as "abigail" instead of "abs <3". And as soon as you picked it up - because why not - she begged you to come over. In the whiniest, neediest, most pathetic voice you'd ever heard coming out of that woman.
And who were you to deny a request from her when asked so kindly?
"Don't- Don't cum yet. Please, need this to last." Abby pants against your ear, having you in a matting-press as the strap she bought you in the beginning of the relationship was being pushed in and out of you. "Hold it in, you can't go just yet. Not when you look so pretty down there. Fuck- you're s'pretty, baby." Her thumb brushes against your hip.
Abby's words send shivers down your spine, making you arch your back for her, boobs pressing against her sweaty t-shirt. All you can do is nod as pathetically little whimpers left your lips because Abby's strap game was too good.
"Can't talk, princess?" She coos, brushing a sweat bead off your face. "It's okay. You feel me right here, don't you?" Abby presses a hand down your lower belly. "Poor girl."
"Lemme come," You gasp. "C'mon, Abs. Please."
Abby starts slowing down and then speeds up again. "Not yet. You can do better than that, you know it." In reality, she just wanted to keep watching the way the strap penetrated your cunt and the way the scene made her throb.
You can't register her words because the silicon kept rubbing on that sensitive spot up inside you, and she knew you too well to not notice when your heart started racing and your breathing got a little faster.
So she pulls out.
"Abby- No!" You whine, closing your eyes as your hips rocked against nothing, craving friction.
"Look how wet you are, need to appreciate it a while longer." Abby explains, and you can tell she's smiling. "I'll put it in again, yeah? Be nice and hold it until I let you cum." You nod desperately, already reaching out to pull her closer to you.
She mutters a praise, beginning to thrust inside you again, building up a fast rhythm. Soon, the sounds of wet squelches fill up the room along with yours and Abby's groans.
The girl could swear she felt the way your walls tight up against her dick, and the way her clit kept bumping against the strap with every thrust was feeding into the delusion. She was nearly twice as wet as you were.
Abby's lips reach down to kiss on your neck, and it makes her desperate groans even more audible to you.
Soon, you grasp the hairs at the nape of her neck in need to brace yourself for the orgasm that's about to crash. Abby can tell, and helps you by reaching a thumb down your clit to draw lazy circles over it.
"Give it to me, baby. You can cum now." Her sweet words drive you over the edge - your moans get breathier and higher as you feel your walls tightening against the strap.
Abby, in an act of desperation, kisses you - diving her tongue inside your mouth - moans muffled like yours. She was cumming too - just from the feeling of her clit against the strap and, mainly, from the perfect view underneath her.
You can hear how much she needed this just by the tone of her sounds and the way she grips your waist, pinning you down firmly.
Once you've come down from the orgasm, you open your eyes, finding Abby's looking down at you with that hopeful, puppy-like look - that maybe, just maybe, somewhere in between the moans and kisses, you could start something again.