30. Reward You
REWARD YOU
C onfessions could be good for the soul, but Daphne had some mixed reactions to what Abe had shared.
She played it off as if she was understanding, but there was a tiny part of her that wanted to find Ella and tell her to back off.
Then she wondered where that emotion came from.
The only jealousy she’d ever felt in her life was wanting more of a family life, never over a woman wanting a man she was dating.
“You’ve shown me a part of your world too,” Abe said. “I’d like to continue to learn more.”
“I plan on it,” she said.
She wanted to stop talking now. At least about his ex.
She couldn’t get a grip on the big green monster in the room and maybe avoidance was for the best.
He’d said he loved her and she believed it.
She was even thrilled he’d said it first.
That was what she wanted to focus on.
“So I’m not in the doghouse or anything?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “I appreciate that you wanted to tell me yourself. I appreciate it so much that I’m going to reward you.”
He laughed. “Do you have any extra cookies here? They were awesome.”
She laughed and lifted her shirt over her head. “I have cookies or I’ve got something else.”
The best way to change the course of action was to start another one.
“Oh fuck,” he rushed out to say. “Something else. Always something else.”
He was back to his joking ways and it’s where she wanted him.
Where she found she loved him.
He went to stand up, but she pushed him back into the couch.
“We don’t need to go to the bedroom for this.”
“That’s where the condoms are,” he said.
“I don’t need one for what I’m going to do.”
He lifted his eyebrow, but she went down on her knees in front of him.
Her hands reached for the button of his shorts and undid them and pulled his growing cock free.
He sat there and took it because only a stupid man would say no when the woman he loved was going to give him a blow job.
There were a lot of things she could say about Abe, but being stupid wasn’t one of them.
“I’m at your mercy,” he said.
He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, his long legs were bent at the knees and she was between them stroking him to fullness.
She tugged his shorts down a bit so his bare ass hit the material on the couch.
“Not too cold for you?” she asked. The couch was leather.
“I don’t feel anything,” he said.
“Nothing at all?” she asked, her hand moving up and down seductively.
“I only have eyes for what you’re doing and can just feel that,” he said.
His eyes were dark and full of arousal.
She could sit and watch his reaction to what she was doing to him all day long, but she wasn’t going to.
She was going to taste him because his body had a flavor and scent that she loved.
He was all man.
Sometimes he was musky, other times he was fresh and clean.
She liked both sides of him.
She loved both sides of him.
Her head dipped down, her tongue teased the tip. There was a tiny bit of dew on top and she lapped it up like the drop of soft serve ice cream on a hot Texas day that she didn’t want to lose. The saltiness of it was one more flavor to the man in front of her.
“You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?”
“Just having some fun,” she said. “You know all about fun, don’t you?”
Her eyes glanced up and she noticed that his were closed.
Even better so she could concentrate.
Her lips wrapped around the tip of him, her tongue moving in a circle around, then she dropped down taking him in deep.
The sound that came out of his mouth fueled her to give him a few more strokes exactly like that.
His knees bounced next to her and she realized that she might be going too fast.
It’d be over when she was just starting and she’d like to give him a bit more playtime.
Or maybe it was playtime for her.
Yeah, that’s what it was.
This was for her just as much as it was for him.
She’d never had that thought before when she was going down on a man.
Not that she did it often.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft but didn’t move it up and down. All she did was squeeze it like a fist flexing and releasing a few times. Applying pressure as she licked around the length and top of him.
“I’m not sure what you’re doing but don’t stop,” he said.
She looked up to see his eyes still shut and smiled over that.
“I don’t plan on stopping,” she said.
Not until she was ready to.
Or she was done.
They were the same thing in her eyes.
She was squeezing her hand faster now, her lips around the top of his cock, then twisting her hand some and he all but shot off the couch with that motion.
“Damn,” he said. “If you do that again I might be done. Just warning you.”
“Thanks for the warning,” she said.
She went back to teasing him another way, his body was shaking and he was letting out sounds she’d never heard before.
Then before she could think of anything else, she did the move that made him jump last time.
He all but shouted out her name, so she did it again, her mouth going down further on him as she was squeezing and twisting so that her palm was rotating.
“Daphne,” he said. “You need to stop.”
She didn’t. She kept doing it until he started to come.
She swallowed quickly and realized it wasn’t all that unpleasant, did it again until there wasn’t much left, then removed her mouth but was gently stroking him.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and looked at his face to see how relaxed he was right then.
“You okay?” she asked. “You’re going to fall asleep on me, aren’t you?”
“No,” he said. “I’m taking inventory of my body. I need to make sure my legs will support me when I try to stand up and grab you.”
“You don’t need to grab me,” she said and then sat next to him. “Here I am.”
He turned his head and looked into her eyes. She saw the arousal still but a relaxed one for the moment.
“Drop your shorts,” he said. “Kick them away. You can get a cold ass on leather because I’m feeling it now. I don’t care if my limbs don’t work, my mouth does.”
She laughed and did as he said. She still had her bra on and decided to keep it since he hadn’t said anything else.
This was his turn, and since she controlled hers, she was going to let him do the same.
He slid off the couch to the floor and adjusted his shorts and underwear, but didn’t button and zip them up.
She didn’t care.
All she cared about was that his dark head was between her legs and his arms went under her hamstrings and lifted her up at an angle.
She was leaning back on the couch completely at his mercy while his mouth lowered to her dewy skin.
Rather than dive in as he had before, he kissed around her inner thighs, teasing her as he liked to do.
To the point she growled at him.
It was enough for him to get the point and then give her what she wanted.
He wasn’t doing much more than placing gentle kisses around her lips though. Then inside some, on top of her swollen bud and higher.
“Abe,” she said. “I didn’t tease you like this.”
“Oh, yes, you did,” he said. But he did start to tap at her bud with his tongue now. It was something, but not enough.
She didn’t want to sound needy, but damn it all, she needed more.
She’d have to be patient because he always gave her what she wanted in the end.
As her body was squirming on the couch as best as it could, because he had her legs all but up on his shoulders now, he finally dove in for some more action.
He was licking her as if she was salt on his hand before he downed the tequila and sucked the lime. He was trying to get it all as fast as he could to feel that buzz.
But she was the one starting to feel it.
Keep going, she wanted to say, but she was too busy holding onto the feelings building in her body.
She was already worked up from what she’d done to him so it’s not like he was going to have to do much work for her to get there.
She was just about to tell him that when his lips landed on the golden ticket.
He was sucking on her tender bud and she shouted out his name.
The speed at which her orgasm hit surprised even her.
“Oh my God, don’t stop!”
She didn’t need to tell him. He wouldn’t stop until he was ready.
But a minute later her body had halted with its tremors, yet he was still going at it.
“Abe,” she said. “You can stop now.”
He sat back on his heels and dropped her legs down. “You told me not to. I listen to orders.”
She tried to smile, but she was too damn tired to do it. “Not always,” she said.
“I do it when it matters,” he said. “Sit tight, I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
Her eyes landed on him standing up. “To get a towel to clean up.”
It was then she realized that she was soaking wet and getting it all over the furniture.
Furniture that she didn’t own.
She jumped up fast, mortified over what she’d just done.
“Give me that,” she said when he returned with paper towels and the cleaner. “I’ve got it.”
“Nope,” he said. “My mess, I’ll clean it.”
“It’s my mess,” she said.
He laughed. “Sweetheart, you could have never gotten that without me. So yeah, my mess.”
She wanted to dispute it but realized he was right.
There was nothing about her relationship with Abe that she’d ever had with another person.
And when jealousy and feelings of lesser self-worth jumped into her head, she had to remember that she got the guy.