Page 34 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

“All the way over now,” Nicola cooed.

It took Abagail longer than she wanted to register what Nicola was asking of her, but Nicola didn’t seem to be in that much of a rush either.

Back on her knees, Abagail pressed her shoulder into the floor, unsure of where to go next.

Nicola’s hands against her helped to maneuver her exactly where Nicola wanted her—which was apparently right between Nicola’s legs.

The scent was brilliant and overwhelming. Nicola was as charged up and ready as Abagail was. Breathing in deeply, Abagail nudged her nose against Nicola’s body, breathing her in second after second. She wasn’t sure she’d ever forget that scent.

She drove her forehead and her nose into the top of Nicola’s pussy as she tried to align herself without being able to see what she was doing.

Everything was by touch and scent. If she moved this way, then the scent got stronger, and the skin got softer.

Abagail focused her entire body, tuning it into Nicola and just exactly what she wanted to do and taste.

She parted her lips, ready for the first flavor to reach the tip of her tongue, when the vibrations started. Whining, and pressing her forehead into Nicola’s leg, Abagail breathed through the sensations as they moved through her body, as they pulled her pleasure closer together and toward her.

Then it stopped.

Without giving it a second thought, Abagail dove into exactly what she wanted.

She pressed her mouth on Nicola’s clit, trying to balance her position against Nicola’s body as she was still tied up and unable to keep her balance as well as she wanted.

Thank God she still worked out regularly because that was coming in handy tonight.

She buried her nose against Nicola, her tongue flicking against Nicola’s clit before she sucked and then moved her head back and forth in rapid movements.

The fucking blindfold was just annoying her now.

She wanted to look up and see what Nicola looked like, see what reactions she was having crossing her face, splayed out in full glory on the floor in front of her.

But the lack of a view, the lack of connection was so stark tonight.

Any other time and Abagail was certain she wouldn’t be feeling this, but now? Now she wanted more. She wanted the connection that they’d had before. She wanted to feel the bond that they’d created together.

She pulled away, the words on the tip of her tongue because she needed something to change immediately.

“Don’t…” Nicola breathed the word out hard.

Abagail could feel her moving underneath her, the slide of her body as she shifted from one position to the next.

“Don’t what?” Abagail asked, needing to know exactly what Nicola was talking about.

“Don’t you dare say marry me.”

She’d been about to. The words were on the top of her tongue, and they still were. This wasn’t what Abagail wanted. It wasn’t what either one of them needed.

“Why not?” Abagail asked.

“Because I need to come.” Nicola’s voice dropped, barely above a whisper.

Abagail calmed her breathing, surprised that the vibrations hadn’t started again.

Perhaps Nicola had a controller that she was using on her instead of it just being an automatic thing.

She dashed her tongue across her lips, tasting Nicola on herself.

She was stuck, though, unsure which direction she should go next or what decision she should make.

Which was so unlike her.

Abagail was always decisive, and she never second-guessed something she chose to do. And she’d chosen this. She’d wanted this. They both had. But now? She wasn’t sure which way was up and which way was down, and that wasn’t because of the blindfold and ties.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Abs.”

There was the Nicola that Abagail knew. The one who avoided just like Abagail did, the one who was truly under the mask she was wearing tonight. Abagail pressed her lips in a kiss against Nicola’s hip and nodded for both of them.

“Fine. But you won’t do this again.”

Nicola started to object, but Abagail swiftly covered her clit with her mouth.

The objection turned into a moan and Nicola’s hand was instantly in Abagail’s hair, pushing Abagail’s face deeper into her.

Abagail focused on pleasuring Nicola, on every swipe of her tongue, on every move she made as she sucked.

She wished she had use of her hands so she could ply Nicola with them, but they were still tied behind her back.

As Nicola rutted against her face, the vibrations started again, confirming what Abagail had thought earlier. Nicola was controlling them. That could be fun elsewhere, but not until they talked about whatever this was first. And that absolutely needed to happen.

Abagail moaned, breathing through the sensations as they pooled between her legs. It was so hard to concentrate on what she was trying to do to Nicola when the vibrations just kept ramping up and up and up. Eventually, she gave up even trying.

Her orgasm consumed her. Abagail couldn’t do anything but concentrate on it as she tried to keep herself upright and between Nicola’s legs at the same time.

She breathed rapidly, her nose pressed to Nicola’s skin.

When her ears stopped ringing, she could hear Nicola cooing at her lightly and bringing her down slowly, the gentle touches.

Abagail gave herself a few more seconds before she covered Nicola’s clit with her mouth.

If Nicola wanted to get off, then Abagail would make sure that was going to happen. And then they were going to talk. At least that’s what Abagail wanted. Nicola cried out loudly, her body writhing under Abagail’s touch.

Abagail didn’t ease her through her orgasm though.

Instead, she moved off Nicola’s body and rolled onto her back.

Whatever spell Nicola had woven in the beginning was completely broken.

Abagail wasn’t going to listen to her anymore.

The words had been uttered and their moment of play had been shattered.

“Untie me,” Abagail ordered.

Nicola moved slowly, but she took the blindfold off first and then ties at Abagail’s ankles.

Finally, Abagail turned onto her side to give Nicola access to the ties at her wrists.

When she was finally able to ease her arms around the front of her body, Abagail lay flat on her back and breathed deeply.

She could still smell Nicola if she closed her eyes, still taste her on her tongue.

“We need to talk,” Abagail said firmly. She wasn’t going to give up on this.

It was something they should have done before now, and it was Abagail’s own fault for letting it slide.

She was the responsible one in the situation, and despite how often Nicola seemed to come off as mature, she simply didn’t have the life experience that Abagail did.

Nicola shifted, getting up and standing. She started to clean up, toys littering the floor around them, all of them unused, and all of them brand new. Abagail hadn’t seen any of them before. When Nicola didn’t answer, Abagail stood up and snagged Nicola’s hand, forcing her to stop.

“Nic.”

Tears brimmed in Nicola’s eyes as she looked directly at Abagail. “Not tonight. Please, just… not tonight.”

“Then when?” Abagail asked, needing an answer to that question more than anything right now.

“I don’t know. I don’t have the bandwidth tonight.” Nicola turned her chin down toward the ground.

Was she embarrassed? Ashamed?

Abagail cupped her cheek and caressed the side of her face. She looked deep into Nicola’s eyes and saw something there she hadn’t seen before.

Fear.

“Tomorrow,” Abagail offered. “When you get off work.”

Nicola nodded, but that was it.

Abagail looked around the room again. There was quite a mess to clean up. She kissed Nicola’s cheek and then started to pick up. She wasn’t going to leave Nicola alone. Not just yet. Not until she knew that she was together enough to be on her own.