Page 26 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

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For you.

Those words rippled through Abagail’s body, straight from her ears down between her legs.

What was Nicola doing to her? Because this was so much more than just fucking for fucking’s sake.

And Abagail never did anything more than that.

But each time she looked at Nicola, she saw a younger version of herself, someone who just couldn’t get her feet under her no matter how many times she tried, and damn it, Nicola was tenacious when it came to that.

Abagail allowed Nicola to pull her blouse over her head, their mouths finding their way back together in an instant. This house was so much warmer than her house outside of Boston. That’s all this was, right? The space was built for romantic encounters and lazy days

The latter was one of the reasons Abagail loved coming out here. To get away from the hustle and bustle that was work and the city—this was the perfect counter to that.

For you.

Those words rang through her ears again.

What had Nicola meant by them? Nothing about their fucking so far had been soft, and most often, it was Nicola attempting to make Abagail orgasm so many times that she was ready to pass out or her knees gave out.

Abagail trailed kisses down Nicola’s neck over the top of her chest and down to the thin line of skin that was exposed between her pants and her shirt.

Abagail kissed her there—hot skin against cool lips.

Nicola’s fingers never stopped against her hair, sliding through the short strands and tugging every once in a while.

Abagail pressed the flat of her tongue against Nicola’s skin and tasted her.

Salty at first, but then filled with a sweetness that Abagail never wanted to lose.

For you.

Well, Abagail would be damned, but she was going to make every second of this encounter count.

She’d sort out the rest later. Pushing Nicola’s shirt up slowly, Abagail followed the edge of the fabric with her tongue and with kisses and with gentle scrapes of her teeth.

Her heart raced when she reached Nicola’s breasts, when she had Nicola sit up slightly so they could remove the fabric entirely from her body.

Abagail was left with Nicola’s hardened nipples on her small breasts, and her chest rising and falling as she lay back and waited with open expectation on her face for whatever Abagail had in store for her next. Abagail didn’t immediately touch her there though.

She took the tips of her fingers and as lightly as possible trailed them down Nicola’s chest from shoulder to hip before sliding them to her side and moving them back up.

Nicola shuddered, and her breathing increased.

Abagail kissed her neck with an open-mouthed kiss and then did it again and again.

She settled into this moment, realizing far too quickly just how much they both needed it.

Whatever had happened downstairs, while it had seemed so benign at the time, wasn’t.

Abagail could see that now whereas twenty minutes ago, she’d been completely oblivious to it.

Nicola wasn’t just asking about work. She was diving deeper into who Abagail was, what made her the woman she was today and how she functioned in the world.

And Abagail had to dig deep to find the answers to Nicola’s questions—truthful answers—and ones she normally would avoid giving.

Pressing her lips to Nicola’s left nipple, Abagail gave her a gentle kiss before moving back down her body.

Something in her told her to get Nicola as naked as possible as quickly as possible.

She wanted Nicola underneath her, writhing because of her, sliding against her.

For you.

Well this wasn’t for Abagail. This was for Nicola. And Abagail was determined to make that as true as possible. Sitting up, Abagail stared down at Nicola’s pliant body, the way her lips were still damp and slightly parted, the hooded look in her eyes.

“Take your pants off,” Abagail said, but it wasn’t a command. It was beseeching. “I’m getting the strap.”

Nicola’s lips quirked upward at that, and she started to move as Abagail slid off the mattress.

She had to trek back to her room, which thankfully was just next door, so she could grab the suitcase that she’d brought for the week.

With toy and lube in hand, Abagail padded barefoot straight back to Nicola’s room, finding her with knees parted, pillow under her head, and eyes glued to the door. But she wasn’t touching herself.

Why was that so unexpected?

Unhooking her slacks and sliding them to the ground along with her underwear, Abagail immediately stepped into the strap.

She made sure that everything was tight and in place before reaching behind her back to unhook her bra and stand in front of Nicola.

Her heart hammered so hard that she wondered if she’d break a rib.

Words caught in Abagail’s throat, and she couldn’t think of anything to say.

Nothing sexy, nothing demanding, nothing to even keep the conversation from before going.

Nicola patted the mattress next to her and scooted over slightly, as if she sensed the inner turmoil in Abagail’s mind, the turmoil that was threatening to very quickly take over and ruin every step they’d taken so far.

“Come here,” Nicola beckoned.

Abagail moved of her own accord, climbing onto the bed and lying next to Nicola. Their mouths were against each other again, gently teasing and comforting each other with the sliding of their tongues and mouths. Abagail pressed her full hand against Nicola’s upper back and pulled her in tighter.

Nicola curled her leg around Abagail’s hip and rolled them so Abagail was back on top and nestled between Nicola’s thighs.

Their mouths were against each other again, kisses becoming more and more feverish by the second.

Nicola wrapped her legs around Abagail’s and locked her ankles, pulling Abagail in tightly against her.

“Make me come for you,” Nicola repeated.

“This is for both of us,” Abagail answered, finally having the words to respond. “We’re here to do this together.”

Nicola nodded up at her, their eyes locked together as if they were finally in tune and prepared for whatever was going to happen next.

And perhaps they were. Abagail raised up on her knees and snagged the lube she’d dropped on the edge of the bed.

She squirted some onto her fingers and coated the dildo from base to tip.

Then she slid her fingers against Nicola, adding the lube still on her fingers to the moisture Nicola already had.

“We’re doing this together,” Nicola answered, angling her hips up and turning them so that Abagail would have better access.

Abagail slid one finger tentatively inside Nicola, making sure that she was ready and open for the toy.

She didn’t want to hurt her in any way, and this wasn’t something they’d done before.

Abagail teased her, sliding her finger in and out and touching her clit lightly with her thumb.

She would work Nicola up into a frenzy, and then she would fuck her slowly, building that orgasm so that it would last and last and last.

Nicola gasped and then hummed, rocking her hips against Abagail’s hand as she continued to tease. It wasn’t long before Abagail added a second finger, knowing that Nicola could so easily take even more. Would fisting be a thing they could try at some point? Not tonight for sure, but maybe someday.

Pressing her mouth over Nicola’s breast, Abagail sucked and teased her nipple this time.

The moment was finally here to heat this up and take it to the next step.

She wanted Nicola to scream her name when she came, to desperately try to hold herself still and be completely unable to, to writhe underneath her uncontrollably.

Abagail added a third finger into the mix, using her palm to tease Nicola’s clit while she sucked on her breasts one after the other.

Nicola’s entire body pulled taut, no doubt slowly becoming overwhelmed with pleasure and sensations that she couldn’t focus on just one with the way Abagail was touching her.

“Abs… Abs… Abs…” Nicola chanted as she rocked into each press of Abagail’s fingers against her.

The rhythm they’d found was perfect and exactly what Abagail had wanted for each of them. But still, there was more to come, and Abagail was going to make sure that Nicola had the experience of a lifetime.

“Ready?” Abagail asked.

Nicola nodded, her lip between her teeth and her cheeks red with arousal. “Fuck me.”

Abagail’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smile.

She removed her fingers, only to take the dildo and press it against Nicola’s opening.

She went slow at first, wanting to make sure that each inch of the toy caused pleasure and not pain.

She wanted Nicola to accept her entirely and not try to push her away, even if it was just her body doing that and not her heart.

As soon as she was inside, Abagail leaned over Nicola and planted her elbows on either side of Nicola’s head.

She bent down and kissed her hard as Nicola wrapped her legs around Abagail’s hips and locked her in place again.

Their kiss was sloppy, wet, messy. Nicola was the first one to move, rocking her hips up and down since Abagail hadn’t started moving yet.

Not one to let things linger, Abagail slowly started a rhythm that she could both keep up with for a while and that would tease Nicola to the brink of chaos before it’d tip her over the edge into oblivion.

She pulled back to stare down into Nicola’s eyes, to her hair sprawled out on the pillow around her head like a halo, to the smile that wasn’t leaving Nicola’s mouth at all.

But Nicola wasn’t having it. She hugged Abagail tightly, pulling her down so they were pressed together chest to chest and joined at the hips.

Abagail continued to thrust, though it was far shallower now than before.

Nicola grunted. Abagail strained to keep her body in time and her legs from giving out from the strain of using muscles that she hadn’t used in ages.

Sure, she was in shape, but even this was trying for her.

“So close,” Nicola whispered, and those words were music to Abagail’s ears.

She held on as Nicola careened through her orgasm, crying out but not screaming Abagail’s name. Pity, maybe that could happen next time. Abagail slowed her thrusts to gentle movements for a while until she truly felt that Nicola had relaxed entirely and come all the way through the orgasm.

Nicola kissed her, clasping both of her cheeks and holding Abagail to her as she deepened the embrace.

Abagail’s eyes fluttered shut, and they moved together as they lay next to one another.

Abagail trailed her fingers down Nicola’s side from the back of her shoulder to her hip and back up again.

The movement was gentle and comforting somehow.

Abagail furrowed her brow as she thought through that.

She’d never felt that with one of her flings before.

She’d never felt this relaxed with them, where she could genuinely fall asleep right now and actually get good sleep. Where she’d feel safe and cared for.

Was this what relationships were like?

She felt that with Elia, not in the same sense, but that safety and comforting feeling were the same. But with Nicola there was something else, something sexual. And Abagail loved the way those three things intertwined together to bring them to right here and now.

Abagail was drawn back to the moment by Nicola touching her cheek and drawing her in for another slow, deep kiss. Abagail settled against Nicola, erasing those thoughts from her mind and focusing only on the warm body in her arms. This she knew she liked. And this she knew she could do.

Nicola pushed up, moving swiftly to straddle Abagail. She shimmied down Abagail’s legs with a wicked look on her face before she bent down and took the entirety of the dildo into her mouth before slowly pulling it out. She swirled her tongue around the tip as she stared directly at Abagail.

Shuddering, Abagail’s nipples hardened with arousal, and she shook her head. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying you as much as you enjoy me.” Nicola chuckled as she hooked her fingers into the straps and started to pull it off Abagail’s hips and down her legs.

As soon as she was free from it, Nicola pressed her face between Abagail’s legs and pushed her knees farther apart.

She nuzzled her nose into Abagail’s curls and breathed in deeply. “I’m definitely going to enjoy this.”

“Enjoy away then.” Abagail raised her hands above her head and grasped onto the edge of the pillow. She was going to live for this moment as much as she could. And if she got a comforting nap out of it later, well, then she’d take that too.

Nothing could be better than this.