A low deep purr rumbled in her chest at his touch, she giggled lightly as the hairs on his face tickled the sensitive skin of her breast. Abby gasped, her heart racing as he touched and kissed over her body. Anyone could walk past right now and she didn't care. So long as he didn't stop what he was doing.
How many nights had she been in bed and thought about this in the last few years? Too many to count. So many times had she resorted to pleasuring herself as she thought about him, when she was too afraid to tell him how she felt. Her legs curled, her foot dragging along the backs of his legs.
Every whimper and moan that came from her was a plea for him to do more. Hannibal could make her feel things no other man was capable of. Then, just when she thought it was impossible for it to be any better he made her crave more. He was a very attentive lover, always saw to her needs, made sure she had her pleasure. But the most surprising thing of all, was that he liked to hold her afterwards. She'd never told him, but he was the only man that had ever done that. And it was her favorite part.