Page 74 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Are you su—”

She kisses me to shut me up. When she pulls back, she says, “Don, I’m ready. I want you to go down on me.”

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.

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