Chapter Twenty
Abby
Ididn’t mean to blurt all that stuff out. And doing so completely ruined our date. After I said all of that, he stood up, threw some cash on the table, and said, “Let’s go.”
He hasn’t said another word, and we are almost back home.
The whole way, only two words keep flashing in my head.
Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.
I never thought my next bad date would be bad because of me. Oh man, am I the one who Don will tell stories about to his future dates?
When we reach the door to my apartment, I unlock it and search for the words to say, anything that might salvage this cluster fuck.
But I’ve got nothing.
“Don,” I begin, hoping something will come to me.
But he stops me. “Let’s just go inside, Abby.”
“Wait, you want to come inside with me?” I ask in complete disbelief.
He gives me a genuine smile. “Of course, I do.”
Okay, I’m even more confused than I was before. I have absolutely no idea what this man is thinking.
But I’m not complaining.
Once we are on the other side of the door, Don grabs my hand in his, leading me to the kitchen. I let out a small squeal as he gently picks me up and sets me on the counter.
Without a word, he pulls a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pours me a large glass. After handing it to me, he leans down. And I watch this ridiculously gorgeous man slowly remove each one of my uncomfortable high heels.
Once I’m barefoot, he says, “Drink your wine. I’ll be right back.”
He’s gone mere moments before reappearing with full hands. First, he hands me my glasses and contact holder with solution already inside.
I immediately take out my contacts and put my glasses back on. The relief I feel is almost instant.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You’re welcome.”
Next, he opens a pack of makeup wipes. Grabbing one, he starts wiping off my face.
“Don.”
“Yes, Abby?”
“I’m confused.”
“About what?” He asks.
“About what we’re doing. I freaked out at dinner and ruined our date.”
“Who says you ruined anything?”
“I just thought you were mad when we left before we even got our food.”
“Abby, you were miserable. There’s no reason why we couldn’t come back here to finish our date in the place where you’re most comfortable.”
“But you paid for food we didn’t even get to eat,” I say.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Who cares? We can order in whatever we want. It’s just money, Abby. I’m not worried about it.”
“All that stuff I said didn’t freak you out?”
“Nope. Not even a little bit.” He continues using the wipe on my face. “Abs, let me tell you something. Out of all the time you and I have spent together, you have never worn a bunch of makeup, or high heels, or a thong…that I’m aware of. We’ve just hung out here. And you know what I learned during all that time?”
“What?” I ask, bracing myself for impact.
“That I’m absolutely crazy about you.”
“Really?”
He nods. “And if I remember correctly, I think I heard you say something about wanting me to kiss you again.”
Embarrassment washes over me at my own words.
He grabs my chin to tilt my face toward him. “And now that we’re alone, I can kiss you exactly how I want.”
Before I can ask what he means, he pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine. It’s just as amazing as it was last night. I get tingles all over my body as his lips slowly melt me into a puddle.
It doesn’t take long for his tongue to lick the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I open for him, letting his tongue dance with mine. His hands run through my hair, holding me in place while he works his magic.
He drives me wild. Each one of his moves is slow and deliberate as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
I moan into his mouth, which snaps one of the invisible ropes holding his composure.
The kiss becomes more frenzied as I feel his control begin to slip away. I never thought that something as simple as making out could be so fucking hot, but damn. Just kissing this man is hotter than all the sex I’ve ever had combined.
Does that mean that Don is just that good, or that my other partners were just that awful?
Both, probably.
As amazing as this is, I want more.
My hands grasp onto his belt and tug him closer so that my legs can wrap around his waist. Pressed up against him, I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. As impressive as his cock looked in his grey sweatpants, it feels even more so now.
Another moan has Don grabbing my hips and grinding me against him. It becomes increasingly clear where this train is heading. As much as I want this, I don’t know that I’m ready to jump into the deep end of the kinky pool.
And as much as I don’t want to ruin this moment, I feel like I should say something.
Breaking the kiss, I say, “Don, I need you to know something.”
Breathless, he replies, “What is it, Abs?”
“I’m not very kinky.”
Well, that was blunt.
“Okay?” Don looks confused.
“Like I told you, I may really like to read about the stuff, but I’ve never done most of it. And the experiences that I have had haven’t been positive ones. I’m sure I’m not what you’re used to. I just need you to go easy on me, okay?”
He still looks confused. “Abby, where is this coming from?”
“I saw the handcuffs on your bed!” I blurt. “When I took your laptop in your apartment, I had Jenson with me. I tried to keep him from snooping, but I saw your stuff.”
I worry that he’s going to be mad, but it needed to be said. Much to my surprise, a smile crosses his lips.
“Oh, okay. That makes sense.”
“You’re not mad?” I ask.
“Not at all. I was hoping at some point, I’d get to show you my bedroom.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I let out a soft chuckle before his tone turns a bit more serious. “Abby, listen to me. Sure, I like the kinky stuff, but only if and when my woman is ready for it. That goes for all stuff, actually. I won’t pressure you into anything. Ever. I’ll never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Surprisingly, I believe him.
“I’m sorry I snooped,” I say in a low voice.
“Not a big deal,” he assures me. Holding out his hand, he says, “Come on.”
He helps me hop off the counter and leads me into the bedroom. With every step, my hearts beats a little faster.
What exactly does he have in mind?
When we get in, I stand and watch him rustle around in my dresser drawers until he finds a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. He lays them on the bed and goes to walk out of the room.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Letting you change. I know that dress is driving you crazy. I’ll be waiting in the living room.”
I don’t want him to go. As much as I don’t want to rush into anything kinky, I don’t want the train to completely halt. Ever since Don kissed me last night, I’ve barely been able to think of anything else. There’s no way I can just go back out there and watch Gilmore Girls with him without knowing what it feels like to have his hands all over me.
“Don, wait.”
He turns around to look at me. “Yes, beautiful?”
Beautiful.
That’s the first time I’ve ever been called that.
Gathering all the confidence I can muster, I say, “I need your help.”
He steps toward me. “What do you need?”
I turn around so that my face faces toward them. Moving my hair out of the way, I say, “I can’t quite reach the zipper on this dress.”
My breath hitches as his fingers slowly pull the zipper down, exposing my bare back.
“Can you help me finish taking it off?” I ask.
My words may sound like they’re full of confidence, but inside, the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I worry that any moment, I’m going to wake up, and this whole thing is going to be one crazy dream.
If it is, I guess I better make the most of it.
I feel Don take another step closer to me. His fingers reach to my shoulders to drag the straps of my dress down my arms. His lips lightly kiss the skin where the dress just sat, causing goosebumps to erupt all over me.
It falls to the ground in a heap at my feet. Usually, right about now, I’d be self-conscious that I’m standing in nothing but a bra and thong. But Don’s traveling kisses on my body make me not care even a little bit.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Abby, promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable, and I’ll stop.”
I nod.
“Promise me, Abs. I need you to say it.”
“I promise.”
When he hears those words, his fingers immediately find the clasp on my bra. He unhooks it, and I watch it fall down on top of my dress.
His lips continue to kiss my neck as his hands reach around to palm my breasts. I’ve never had a ton going on in the boob department, but Don doesn’t seem to mind.
My head falls against his chest as he rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He does it just hard enough to send electricity shooting through my entire body. My brain tries to focus on even the slightest bit, but it’s impossible. My thoughts swirl, melting everything together in the best possible way.
Everything gets even more fuzzy when one of his hands travels down my stomach to where my thong covers me. His fingers lightly rub through the thin material. Even with a barrier, when I feel the contact on my clit, my knees about buckle underneath me.
When he starts to move away, I let out a soft whimper.
“Do you want more?” He asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” His deep voice commands.
“I want more. I want you to fuck me,” I plead.
In my ear, he gives a sexy, “Good girl.”
Oh, yeah. I like that even more when I’m naked.
His hand slips under the material of the thong while two fingers slide between my lips. With just the right amount of pressure, he rubs my clit in small circles.
My breath quickens as my body attempts to stay upright. Don uses his strong arms to hold me, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
My small moans start to grow louder.
Don asks, “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I barely manage to get out between moans.
“Lie down,” he commands as he removes his hands from my body.
Without hesitation, I do as he says, lying on my back and waiting to see what he’s going to do next.
His eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”
“No,” I answer honestly.
With a sly smile, he says, “I’m going to enjoy showing you—over and over again.”
Crawling over me, he starts at my mouth, giving me a light kiss before his lips start traveling south. He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before pausing to take my nipples into his mouth one at a time. As his tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh, my pussy pulses, desperate to be touched again.
He moves on to kiss down my stomach. Every inch closer he gets to my sweet spot makes me more anxious to get to what’s coming.
His thumbs hook in the top of my thong, and he says, “If I remember correctly, you said you really wanted to get out of this.”
“Yes, please,” I beg, but he still moves teasingly slowly.
Once the fabric is completely off my body, he gently pushes my thighs apart, giving him better access.
When I see his head dip down, my entire body instantly tenses up. I sit up and say, “Whoa. What are you doing?”
“Well, I was going to make you come with my tongue.”
As ready as I am to come, I don’t want to go down that route right now. I know I won’t be able to get out of my own head.
“Could we just skip over that part…for now?”
He looks confused, and I’m worried that this whole thing is about ot get awkward and filled with questions.
Instead, Don brings his face back towards mine. After giving me a kiss, he says, “Whatever you want, beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
His hand slips between my legs. “Abby, I can think of plenty of other ways to make you come.”
As if determined to prove his point, he slides a finger inside me. He moves it in and out, slowly, before crooking it to rub against my g-spot.
The only time this spot has ever been touched with any kind of expertise was with my vibrator.
But this is so much better.
“Think you can handle another?” He asks, rubbing my entrance with a second finger.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good girl.”
Oh, my lord. This man is going to kill me with how hot he is.
He hasn’t even taken off a single article of clothing yet, and I’m practically panting like a dog in heat.
A second finger joins the first, and I can’t believe how good it feels. I don’t think it can get much better…until he adds his thumb to the mix to start rubbing my clit.
I feel the pressure inside me building as my hands fist in the sheets. My moans grow in volume, and I worry that I’m being too loud. Instantly, I try to stifle myself.
But Don is having none of it.
“Hey, don’t do that,” he tells me. “I want to hear it. All of it.”
When his mouth starts giving attention to my nipples again, I couldn’t be quiet even if I tried. I cry out as the orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. My back arches off the bed as I struggle to sit still.
Don rubs me all thew ay through and slowly calms me down.
He whispers, “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”
Out of breath, I say, “Don?”
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“I’m going to need you to take off your clothes.”
“If you’re not ready—”
“Don, take off your clothes.” My fingers start pulling his shirt over his head, wanting him to get the picture that I really do want this.
When I get it off, my eyes are immediately drawn to his broad chest and hard stomach. He doesn’t have a six-pack, but the man is solid. He’s got a decent amount of chest hair that narrows into a single trail that travels down his stomach, disappearing below his belt.
I can see the outline of his hard cock straining through his jeans.
Wow.
I’m tempted to lean forward and touch it, but right now, I need him to take his pants off.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. He stands up and undoes his belt and zipper. As he pulls his jeans down, his cock springs free. And…
Oh.
My.
God.
Look, I’m not saying it’s some crazy size that you’d only see in porn. It’s nothing extreme, but it’s the biggest I’ve been with by far. And it’s thick—as wide at the base as it is the head.
What’s going to happen if he tries to shove that thing down my throat?
Before joining me, he reaches back into his pants to find his wallet. He quickly pulls out a condom and rolls it on.
You have to love a man who’s prepared.
He climbs between my legs, lightly rubbing the head of his cock along my slit.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks. “Say the word, and it goes no further.”
“No, I want this. I want you.”
That’s all he needs to hear.
Slowly, he pushes in, his thick head stretching me. Leaning forward, he presses his lips into mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. I’m so busy getting lost in it that I don’t even pay attention to how much he has to stretch me to completely fit. Before I know it, he’s buried inside.
Giving me time to get used to it, he doesn’t move for a few moments. But I want all that he can give.
I lift my hips, encouraging him to start moving. He gets the message because he begins sliding in and out at a steady pace.
“Holy shit, Abby,” Don whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”
Unable to find my words, I give a loud moan in response.
For me, sex has always been something that’s been awkward and uncomfortable more than anything else. My mind works overtime, and I can’t seem to get out of my own head.
But in this moment, it’s perfect. All I can think about is how amazing Don feels. If this is his vanilla, I can only imagine how great the other stuff would be. I see why all of these women had such a great time with him.
His lips leave mine and trail kisses down my neck and onto my chest.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful. Do you want more?”
I’m not sure exactly what he means, but I already know my answer.
“Yes.”
I want it all.