Page 47 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

It was going to take forever to come this way, and Nicola didn’t want to wait that long. She wanted to relax, to feel the happy little bubble that an orgasm created, and she wanted Abagail’s firm and sure mouth against her.

“I need more,” Nicola whined. She reached down her body and snagged Abagail’s wrist. “I want your mouth.”

Abagail hummed and turned on her back. “Then get on.”

Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t thought she’d get to sit on Abagail’s face. She’d fully anticipated Abagail to crawl between her legs and make her come so hard that she forgot what bedroom she’d slept in last night. Except that wasn’t going to happen.

Giddy with excitement, Nicola got up on her hands and knees and immediately straddled Abagail’s head. She grinned down at her, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she lowered herpussy so that Abagail could reach her with her tongue. Hissing, Nicola’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on each sensation.

Abagail started slowly, a gentle exploration of Nicola’s body, a tease here and there against her clit and then as deep inside her as she could go. Nicola rubbed herself against Abagail’s mouth in a simple back and forth motion. She gasped loudly as pleasure built inside her way faster than it would have if Abagail had kept her fingers there.

This was so much better.

Abagail wrapped her arms around Nicola’s thighs and pulled her down harder. Groaning, Nicola leaned back slightly to keep herself balanced. As Abagail sucked and licked, Nicola ground and rocked. To have this powerful and compelling woman between her legs, underneath her, making her feel more each passing second was beyond anything Nicola could have ever imagined.

She’d always been so scared of Abagail, any time that Warren would mention her. But this side of Abagail was something else entirely. This side was softer, supple—nothing more than a woman’s simple need for pleasure. But it was more than that too. This side of Abagail was therealher, the woman that Nicola was sure not many people actually saw.

She hummed her pleasure, grinding down just as much as Abagail was continuing to lick her. She kept herself as upright as possible, but as her pleasure grew and her orgasm started to overtake her, she let it. No reason to hold back now. Jerking, Nicola fell into her orgasm, letting it swoop through her to take hold of every nerve ending she had. She fell forward, her hands planted into the mattress as she breathed deeply.

The laugh that rolled from her was small at first, but then it grew. She fell onto the mattress, her entire body rattling with joy and happiness. She couldn’t remember being this relaxed, thiscarefree. She brushed her fingers down Abagail’s arm and held onto her lightly.

“Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”

“Do it in the shower.” Abagail pushed herself up and planted a kiss onto Nicola’s lips. “I need a minute.”

Nicola tangled her fingers in the back of Abagail’s hair and pulled her back in to deepen the kiss. She didn’t let go right away, tangling their tongues and nipping Abagail’s lip as she grinned again. “Fine, but then I get to pick the method.”

“Just the way I like it.” Abagail pecked her lips again, still damp from Nicola’s pussy. “Shower.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nicola lay sprawled out on the bed until she heard the water for the shower running. That should have given Abagail enough time to do exactly what she needed. She smiled as she stepped toward the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Her instincts had been correct. Grinning, she lifted the strap out of the drawer and slipped it on.

Perfect.

Nicola slipped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her. She pressed up against Abagail’s back and wrapped her arms around her, dropping kisses onto her already damp shoulder. “So I get to fuck you in here any way that I want?”

Abagail looked over her shoulder and her lips quirked upward. “I did tell you to do that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Nicola scraped her teeth against Abagail’s shoulder. “But I’m just checking.” Because this felt so different than any other time they’d had sex. Something about the last twelve hours had changed them. “I brought the strap.”

Abagail groaned and pushed back against her. “Yesssssss.”

“Hands against the wall, Abs.” Nicola slid her fingers along Abagail’s arms and pressed her palms to the cold tile. “Spread ‘em.”

Abagail’s chuckle was perfect—a sound filled with happiness and anticipation. Nicola trailed her fingers down Abagail’s ass, over the curves of her body. She pressed her fingers between her legs and tested to see if she was ready, and she definitely was.

Nicola stepped closer and pressed the strap against Abagail, pulling her hips so Abagail’s ass was pressed tight to her front. Abagail groaned, wiggling a little before she nodded her head.

“Now.”

Nicola wasn’t going to correct Abagail’s command. She wanted this just as much as Abagail did, and she wasn’t going to deny either one of them whatever pleasure they could find together. Nicola slid the dildo deeper inside Abagail, holding her still when she moved. She slowed her movements, making sure that Abagail was ready for her.

As soon as she was deep inside Abagail, Nicola reached around her with both hands, teasing her tits and her clit. Abagail didn’t move her hands from the wall, but she pressed back against Nicola, moaning and whining for more. Nicola licked her skin, tasting the water droplets that mixed with her flavor. Nicola would drink her up like this for as long as possible.

Rutting against her, Nicola teased Abagail. Her cries grew into screams, and her voice echoed loudly in the shower, hurting Nicola’s ears. But she loved this. She wasn’t going to stop unless Abagail told her to, and these were screams of pleasure. Nicola held still as Abagail came, her entire body tensing and twitching.

She soothed Abagail through the orgasm, easing away the pleasure as much as she kept it there. Finally, Abagail straightened and Nicola pulled the toy from her. She turned Abagail around and kissed her, the warm water from the shower hitting her back until Abagail was brushing her fingers over Nicola’s cheeks and tenderly touching her.

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