Sweeter Than Fiction

Chapter Twenty-eight

Abby

“Come on,” Don says. “I want you to be comfortable.”

He wraps my legs around him before he stands up to carry me into the bedroom. He kisses me the entire way, and I try to clear my mind.

Already, I can feel my nerves starting to come into play, but I refuse to let them ruin this. I am taking this step and getting over my baggage.

Or at least I’m going to try to.

He lays me on the bed and surprises me when he says, “Lie on your stomach.”

“Uhm, alright,” I say.

I do as he asked and lay on my stomach, anxiously excited for what’s to come. Before I get too comfortable, he angles me so that he can pull the teddy off over my head.

“As much as I like this thing, I need it out of the way,” he tells me.

I still have no idea what he’s doing, but I’m just going with it. I expect him to just spread my legs and get to work, but he doesn’t.

Instead, I hear him squirt some lotion into his hands and then start massaging it into my back.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a moan because it feels fucking incredible.

“Before we get started, I want to get you loosened up a little. I know you said that sometimes you get in your own head too much, so let’s get you totally relaxed.”

I’m about to tell him that I think that’s easier said than done, but as his fingers rub every inch of me, I feel every bit of stress I have slowly melt away. Pretty soon, I can barely even remember why I was so worked up in the first place.

He rubs my back, shoulders, legs—hell, he even massages my arms. It feels incredible.

When he finishes with my backside, he has me roll over so that he can work on my front. This time, he starts with my arms. As he moves inward, he gives attention to my breasts. I let out small moans every time he grazes my nipples. It seems like he’s doing it still more to relax me rather than turn me on.

The truth is that it’s doing both.

Then, he massages my legs and starts moving upward. The closer he gets to my pussy, the more I begin to crave his touch there. I spread my thighs a little more, hoping that he will touch my clit which is now pulsing with need.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Tell me if it becomes too much or you want me to stop,” he tells me.

“I will.”

He gets comfortable and spreads me open wide for him. My breath hitches in my throat as I wait for him to say something…anything.

“This pussy is so fucking pretty,” he says.

Immediately, my beating heart slows, knowing that he’s not going to think I’m hideous and run in the other direction.

Seconds later, I feel his tongue give a long swipe from my asshole all the way to my clit. He gives me a couple of soft kisses before he gets to work.

Don starts slow, giving light licks to my clit so as to not make it too overwhelming at once. He then gently sucks it into his mouth while circling it with his tongue.

Usually, at this point, my mind starts racing.

Is this enjoyable for him?

How long should this take?

Am I broken if I can’t come this way?

I get so wrapped up in my own questions that I can’t focus enough to even get close to an orgasm.

But whatever Don is doing is making me focus on that and nothing else. It feels like his tongue is ten different places all at once, and all of them are pushing me closer to an orgasm that I’ve been before during oral.

He uses two fingers to push my lips apart to give him better access. When his tongue starts practically vibrating against me, I struggle to sit still.

“Oh my gosh,” I moan as I reach down and latch on to Don’s hair. “Right there. Please God, don’t stop.”

He stays in the same position and continues to lick me exactly where I need it. I feel my orgasm building as my legs start to quiver. When I feel the heat erupt from my core and shoot through my body, I can hardly believe it. I’m actually coming from Don going down on me. I didn’t think it was possible. Not only did Don use his tongue in an expert way, but he also quieted my mind enough to push me over the edge.

He ends the same way he started—with a couple of soft kisses to my pussy before moving his way up my body.

“I’m here to tell you, baby, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look, smell, or taste. If you’ll let me, I’ll eat that pussy every fucking day.”

“I might just take you up on that,” I say before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and realize that maybe most of my worry all this time has been in my head.

Let’s be honest—most of my worries are solely in my head.

I look up at him and say, “Your turn to lay down.”

He climbs off me and quickly takes off his clothes before doing what I ask. He fetches the condom from his wallet, but I take it from him before he can put it on.

“Let me.”

I rip the corner off before pulling the rubber out of its packaging. Starting at the head, I slowly roll it down over his thick shaft. His eyes watch every move that I make.

“Christ, Abby. You’re going to have me coming before we even get to the good stuff.”

He watches me as I hook one leg over him and sink onto his cock. I’m so wet that he slides inside with ease.

“Abby…baby,” he moans as I slowly begin to ride him.

Baby.

He’s called me that multiple times now. He’s the first one to ever have a cute nickname for me.

And I love it.

Whether it’s him calling me beautiful, baby, or whatever else he can think of, I love every second of it.

In fact, I love every second of anything with him.

I have no idea what falling in love feels like, but against my better judgment, I think I’m falling in it with Don.

Falling hard.