Chapter Twenty-four
Abby
Iworked a little longer than I planned to today, so when Don is already knocking on my door when I am still drying off from my shower, I’m not surprised. With a towel still wrapped around me, I go to answer it.
I swing the door open to see him standing there, leaning up against one side of the door frame looking sexy as ever.
Eyeing me up and down, he asks, “Do you know how hard it is to focus on a work meeting when I’ve been, not only listening to your dirty books but also reading your filthy little texts?”
I feel my cheeks already heating. I shake my head back and forth. “Nope. Why don’t you tell me?”
Stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him, he startles me when he lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder. With long strides, he heads straight to the bedroom. “I’d rather show you,” he growls.
Why is that so fucking hot?
When he reaches his destination, he gently lays me on the bed. That’s where the gentle ends, though. His lips press against mine, not wasting any time in pushing his tongue inside. He holds himself up with one hand while taking the other to rip the towel from my body. His fingers then begin to tease between my legs.
“I just got here, and you’re already so wet,” he groans between kisses.
“Maybe I was thinking about you all day too.”
“What were you thinking about?” He asks.
“The things we were texting about. All the things I want you to do to me.”
“You said you wanted more,” he whispers. “Do you still want that?”
I silently nod.
“You know the deal, Abs. You have to say it.”
“I want more.”
As I say the words, his fingers slip inside me, teasing me just enough to have the pressure inside me build. When he pulls them out, I let out a moan of disappointment.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. We are just getting started,” he assures me as he stands up to take his clothes off.
A few seconds later, he’s naked and already got the condom on. The man wastes no time, and I am here for it.
When he joins me back on the bed, he says, “Remember, if anything gets to be too much, tell me.”
“I will.”
Starting at my stomach, he starts kissing up my body, leaving little nibbles along the way. He pushes my arms above my head, holding them there while he takes each of my nipples into his mouth and drives me wild. I about lose my mind when I feel him push into me.
My back arches in an attempt to get even closer to him. I need more. The fact that I can’t use my hands right now is making me crazy.
“Holy shit, Don,” I moan.
Just when I start to get lost in the pleasure, he stops.
“Roll over,” he commands. “On your knees with your ass up in the air.”
If he gets this take-charge just from part of a romance book and a few dirty texts, I make a mental note to do it more often. Because let me tell you—reading about guys like this isn’t nearly as hot as actually experiencing it.
I quickly flip over onto my stomach and bring my knees up so my butt is sticking up in the air. This can’t be attractive, right? I mean, he can see my butthole. Doesn’t seem like it would be a very good view.
But I’m proven wrong once again because I feel Don behind me, running his hand over each of my ass cheeks while saying, “You are so fucking sexy.”
I don’t have time to worry about it any further because I feel the head of his cock lined up against me once more. I’ve done doggy with a couple of guys before but never with someone as big as Don. Instinctively, I start to tense up,
But Don slows down for a moment, saying, “Breathe, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
He takes his time moving inside me, not giving me more than I can handle. This angle seems to make everything even more intense, and even the slightest move has me seeing stars.
The next minute or two are spent getting me used to it and then beginning to move a little faster. When he’s sure I can handle it, his fingers grip my hips, and he starts to really fuck me.
Holy shit.
Every time his hips crash into my ass, waves of pleasure ripple through my entire body. The angle ensures that every time he’s hitting that perfect spot.
I cry out, moaning things that I’m not sure are even coherent at this point. I probably sound like I’m in pain or something.
But right now, I don’t give a shit what I sound like. This feels too good to even think about anything else.
I feel myself getting closer, but my clit begs for attention. Usually, I need some sort of clit stimulation to actually cross the finish line.
As if Don is a fucking mind reader, he slows down and says, “Lean back.”
With a little assistance, I see what he’s talking about. I lean back on my knees with my back pressed against his chest. With him still buried inside me, he brings his hands around me—one of them reaches down to give my clit the attention it craves, and the other holds my neck. He doesn’t apply pressure or squeeze in any way. But somehow, there is something hot as hell about just having it there.
He keeps fucking me, slow and steady, while his fingers push me closer to an orgasm with every passing moment.
How is this my life?
A month ago, I was just imagining the things I read about while using my vibrator. Now, the hottest man I’ve ever seen is doing them to me.
I feel like I won the sexual lottery.
Although I feel the pressure inside me building, my actual orgasm seems to hit me out of nowhere. My pussy pulses as my entire body quivers and then turns into jelly.
“Good girl. Let me hear it, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, sending me even further into my ecstasy.
Don holds me in place, continuing to push into me until he’s wrung every last drop of my orgasm out of me.
When I’ve stilled, he angles me back into the same doggy-style position I was in before. He goes back to fucking into me hard and fast, taking everything he needs from me. I’m still flying so high from my own release that he could do anything he wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t complain. My body is limp as a ragdoll.
I feel his hand give a firm smack to my ass before sliding up my back and fisting in my hair. He tugs on it enough to feel good but not enough to hurt me.
If any other man were to have tried this with me, I would have immediately put the brakes on. I would have felt uncomfortable and hated every second of it. But something about Don makes me feel safe. I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but my gut normally screams at me when something is wrong.
Now, it just screams how very, very right this is.
And for someone who has been a life-long hermit, I don’t know which is scarier.