Chapter Twenty-one
Don
When I asked Abby out on a date, I didn’t think we’d end the night with me buried balls deep inside her.
I wanted that, but I wasn’t going to pressure her into anything.
Since I’ve been in New York, I’ve slept with a lot of women. I’ve done crazy things with those women. It’s been fun, but none of them hold a candle to this moment right here.
Feeling her body pressed up against mine.
Hearing the way she moans my name.
Seeing the sexy faces she makes.
It’s all perfect.
With Abby, there’s no putting on a show. The experience is entirely genuine.
Watching her come on my fingers may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. From here on out, I want to make her come in every way imaginable. If she’ll let me, I’ll make her feel pleasure in ways she never has before.
When I ask her if she wants more, she gives a breathy, “Yes.”
Leaning back on my knees, I grab a pillow and shove it underneath her ass to give me better leverage.
Then, I angle her legs on my shoulders as I slide into her once again.
As I move, she moans, “Oh my god!”
My eyes rake over her body. I try to take in every inch of this image and burn it into my brain. I never want to forget how she looks right now.
With her hazy eyes looking up at me and her tits bouncing every time I push into her. The way her back arches and her fingers grab the sheets.
I love the way her hair is fanned out around her, and her chest flushes a soft pink color.
I wish that Abby could see herself the way I see her right now. Like a fucking goddess.
“Fuck, Don,” she moans.
With her legs still on my shoulders, I grab her hips and pound into her harder and faster. Her moans get louder as I feel her pussy clench around me.
She’s close.
As much as I’m ready to blow my load right here and now, I’m not stopping until she comes again.
Applying gentle pressure with my thumb, I rub her clit. With every passing moment, she grips my cock even tighter.
“Do you want to come again, beautiful?”
She nods as her moans bounce off the walls. When they grow the loudest, I know I’ve found the right spot and perfect tempo. I keep building her up until she’s right about to fall over the edge.
Then, I give an encouraging, “Come for me, Abby.”
I watch her immediately unravel beneath me. She writhes all over the bed, grasping anything she can manage to get her hands on.
Watching her is enough to send me into my own release. I fuck into her a few more times until I fill the condom.
Once our movements both still, I lean down to kiss her.
As both of our chests heave, she says, “Wow.”
“Yeah, I second that.”
“Now, I see why all those girls seemed to enjoy themselves so much.”
Leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, I say, “With you, it’s a two-way street, beautiful.”
“Honestly, I didn’t do much.” She giggles.
“Hold that thought,” I tell her before quickly running to throw away the condom.
When I get back, I lie next to her.
“Now, you listen here, Abigail Jones. I don’t want you thinking you didn’t do anything. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Ha!” She cackles.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Don, you have been with beautiful women who look like supermodels. They can probably bend like pretzels and ride you like they’re in the rodeo. I’m not nearly that advanced.”
I look at her and see that she really has no idea how incredible she is. I wish she could see herself the way I do.
I run my finger over her cheek. “Abs, just because I’ve been with beautiful women doesn’t mean that I don’t think you’re gorgeous. And while I think you looked sexy all dolled up, I think you’re just as sexy in your leggings.”
“Really?”
“Are you kidding? Your butt looks phenomenal in those leggings of yours.”
That gets a small smile out of her.
I go on, “And I loved what we just did. Sometimes, I get with women who just try to put on a show because it’s what they think I like. You were real. That’s the hottest thing in the world to me.”
Looking up at me, she asks, “So, you think we may do it again?”
Now, it’s my turn to smile. “Oh, I would definitely love to do it again. In fact, if you’ll let me, I want to do that as much as possible.”
I lean down to give her a soft kiss.
“I’m game, but I’m going to need some food.”
“Oh, right. I guess we kind of skipped dinner, huh?”
She laughs. “Yeah. We went straight for dessert.”
“Should we order something?” I ask.
“I have some leftover Chinese food in the fridge,” she offers.
“Even better.”
We both get out of bed, and I throw on my boxers while Abby opts for a t-shirt and nothing else.
While I get our food ready, Abby takes a minute to give her cats fresh water. Whiskers rubs against my leg as he walks past.
“Didn’t you say you have two cats?” I ask. “I still haven’t seen the other one. I’m beginning to think he’s imaginary.”
“He’s not very sociable and likes his privacy. Kind of the cat version of me. He’s probably hiding under my bed…and is probably traumatized after what he just witnessed.” She giggles.
“Oh, he hasn’t seen anything yet,” I quip and watch her cheeks turn red.
A couple of minutes later, we are eating Chinese food on the couch.
Abby seems a little quieter than usual. “Are you okay?”
She nods.
“Talk to me, Abs. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
“I guess I’m just in sort of disbelief.”
“Why?”
“Because my hot neighbor just got done giving me two mind-blowing orgasms and is now sitting on my couch in his boxers, eating left-over Chinese food. I just didn’t see us getting to this point.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because, Don, stuff like this doesn’t happen to me. I’ve accepted the fact that wild, crazy stuff doesn’t happen to me because I rarely leave the house. I live a very simple life. And I’m okay with that. I prefer it actually. Never did I think that an amazing guy would literally show up at my doorstep. Nothing that kismet ever happens to me.”
“Sounds like it’s about time then, huh?” I grin. “Abby, since I came here, I have been out there looking for any kind of connection. Turns out all I needed was just down the hall. I don’t know what exactly this is between us, but I know I’m crazy about you, and I want to see where it goes.”
“Me too,” she says. “But I have to ask—what made you decide to ask me out now? We were hanging out just as friends, and then, you get home from Nebraska and want to take things further?”
I finish the last bite in the take-out container and set it on the coffee table. “It was my sister, actually. I was telling Jill about you, and she asked what the hell I was waiting on.”
“Man, maybe I should be thanking her.”
“I know I sure as shit will be.”
Abby’s phone lights up from the table. She grabs it to look. “Sorry. An audiobook I had on hold from the library just became available. I’ll listen tomorrow while I’m working.”
“What’s your favorite book?” I ask.
“Hmm.” She thinks. “There are too many to name.”
“Send me a list of a few.”
“Why?” Her brows furrow.
“So, I can read them…or listen to them, I guess.”
“You want to read some of my smutty books?”
“Sure. Why not? I want to know things that you enjoy.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just pop right out of one of my books?”
I laugh. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“So, you were just born this perfect?”
“Nope. My mom and sister drilled it into my head how to treat women. But maybe your books will give me some ideas on dirty things I could do to you.”
She smiles. “I highly doubt you need help in that department.”
“Don’t get me wrong—I have a whole list. But that list can always get longer.”
“Oh, yeah?” She asks, moving toward me until she hooks her leg over my waist to straddle me.
“Definitely.”
“What’s at the top of your list?” She asks, looking at me with her brown eyes.
“Right now, all I can think about is sliding into that perfect pussy again.”
Her arms snake around my neck as she leans in to kiss me. “You’re going to drive me insane with that mouth of yours.”
“Good.” I reach under her shirt and pinch her nipples while I get back to kissing her.
I feel her hips grind against me—the material of my boxers is the only thing separating my cock from her wetness. Sliding my hand between us, I push two fingers inside her.
She’s already so ready for me.
I start rubbing that sweet spot inside her while I watch her eyelids get heavy and her chest heave. My cock grows impossibly hard listening to her moan my name.
I’m not at the best angle to play with her clit, so I flatten out my palm and tell her, “Grind against my hand, baby. Make yourself come.”
She starts slow, finding the perfect spot to give her what she needs before then trying to find the right rhythm.
My eyes stay firmly fixed on her face—unable to look away from how sexy she is. I could stare at her all damn night.
But the noises she’s making tell me she’s getting close. Her moans get louder as her pussy clenches around me.
When she comes, I feel her contract, squeezing my fingers while she keeps grinding.
“Right there, beautiful. Let it all out.”
She keeps going until she’s practically shaking on top of me.
I lean up to kiss her, trying to slowly lower her off her orgasm.
“Tell me what you want, Abby.”
Her tongue runs over her bottom lip. “I want more.”
“Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that,” I growl as I lift her off my lap and into my arms. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”