Page 29 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“What? No nipple clamps this time?”

Nicola barked out a laugh that almost immediately turned into a deep moan. She bent down, trailing her lips across Abagail’s neck from one side to the other. She scraped her teeth against the cord of muscle, continuing to grind herself and focused entirely on the pleasure that she was giving herself.

“Are you going to make me come?” Nicola’s voice was husky and full of command and arousal.

“I think you’re well on your way by yourself, don’t you?”

Nicola hummed, but it turned into a moan of pleasure immediately. She gasped as Abagail pinched her nipples and twisted. God, that was so much better than fucking nipple clamps. She wrapped her arm behind Abagail’s neck and held on as she writhed on top of Abagail’s lap.

“So fucking close already,” Nicola managed to make the words out.

“Then by all means, don’t stop.” Abagail sounded entertained now. Nicola ignored it, but only because she was so close to her first orgasm of the night. And yes, she was bound and determined that this was going to be her first. She just had to decide how many Abagail was going to have. “Come for me, Nicola.”

Those simple words were more than Nicola had expected. Her body exploded with pleasure. It washed through her, consuming her. She curled her body around Abagail’s, holding onto her and kissing her neck, then her jaw. Nicola needed skin to skin. She needed to feel Abagail against her. It’d be so much better that way.

“This isn’t the way I expected you to greet me tonight,” Abagail murmured into Nicola’s ear.

“It’s not?” Nicola asked, breathy from the aftermath of the orgasm.

“I expect you to tell me when you leave the house, where you’re going, and when you’ll be returning.” Abagail moved her hand away, and then she came back down, slapping Nicola hard on the ass.

Nicola squeaked. She closed her eyes, holding in a groan and pressing her nose to Abagail’s neck. Fuck, that had felt good. She really wanted Abagail to do that again. She scraped her teeth along Abagail’s neck.

“I’m not going to tell you not to leave, but it’s respectful to let me know where you are.” Abagail spanked her again.

Gasping, Nicola pressed her crotch back down onto Abagail’s thighs. She didn’t want to get up and move. She wanted to grind herself into a second orgasm right there without waiting for Abagail’s go ahead. She needed this more than she’d known.

“Noted,” Nicola answered, but she still wasn’t going to give in to Abagail’s demands. They were out of line. “But just remember, Abagail, we’re not dating.”

Abagail grunted before lifting her hand and spanking Nicola a third time. “How could I forget? I don’t date.”

There was a bitterness in Abagail’s tone that seemed out of place. Nicola was about to ask her to explain it, but Abagail was back to spanking her. Nicola bit Abagail’s neck, sucking and nipping and biting hard. Abagail groaned and wiggled underneath her.

“Where’s the fucking strap when I need it?” Nicola muttered against Abagail’s skin. “I want to ride you into oblivion.”

“I think you did that already.” Abagail smoothed her hands around to Nicola’s front, pulling at the button and zipper on her pants.

The skirt would have been a much better idea than this. But there was no way she was going to wear that to the hospital. Nicola wrapped her fingers around Abagail’s wrist and pushed Abagail’s hand in between the fabric and her body.

“Fuck me, Abagail.”

Abagail said nothing in response. But she slid one, and then two, and then three fingers inside Nicola. This was better than the strap. Nicola rocked into Abagail’s hand, holding herself up a little to make the position and the sensations all that much better.

With her free hand, Abagail reached for Nicola’s shirt. She grasped it tightly and pulled hard so that Nicola fell forward into her. Their lips connected. They kissed for the first time that day, hungrily, desperately, heatedly. Their mouths melded together as Nicola continued to fuck herself on Abagail’s hand, using her body exactly like she’d wanted to, exactly like she needed to.

Abagail stole her breath, in more ways than one. Nicola had never met a woman who was so unashamed about sex, someonewho knew what they wanted and worked hard to get exactly that. Abagail didn’t seem ashamed about anything in her life. Perhaps that’s why she always stood out at family events. She was exactly who she wanted to be and nothing else, and she didn’t apologize for that. Nicola could stand to learn a good dose of that.

She nipped at Abagail’s lower lip, pulling it tight into her mouth and pressing her teeth down harder than she probably needed to. But the resounding groan and tightening of Abagail’s hand in her shirt was enough response that Nicola knew her actions were appreciated.

Nicola groaned, the tingles of pleasure pooling between her legs again. It shot like lightning through her body, careening together to build and build. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hair raising on the back of her neck as she pressed down onto Abagail’s fingers and came hard. Grunting, Nicola slowed her movements. Abagail kept her grip on her firm, holding her in place enough that she wouldn’t fall away.

Burying her face in Abagail’s neck, Nicola waited for her brain to come back to her body. She enjoyed the sweet caresses from Abagail, the way they helped her to come down from the high that she’d just ridden.

“Lick them,” Nicola muttered into Abagail’s neck.

“What?” Abagail asked.

“Lick them,” Nicola repeated, not wanting to give any more direction than that. She continued to slow her breathing as she made a plan for exactly what was going to happen. This was an arrangement they’d made.

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