Abel

Chapter 5 - Part 2

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It was nice to sleep in for once. Abel thought about the last time he had with a smile. He'd woken up next to Nellie then too. He could certainly get used to long exhausting nights. He could also get used to waking up next to Nellie. At least he had the next two mornings to do just that. The memory of Nellie jumping out of bed to answer Logan's call the last time he woke next to her killed his smile.

They had a free day today since his run wasn't until tomorrow, and he was determined to show her a good time. He'd tell her so as soon as she was back from the bathroom. If she was so hell bent on making up for lost time, maybe he could help her do just that. She wanted to experience all kinds of exciting things? No reason why he couldn't give her a hand there, starting today. Maybe that would be enough for her. I have no one to answer to now, and I'm taking full advantage. He didn't even realize he'd been gnashing his teeth until he heard the shower turn on.

Jumping out of bed, he thought about her comment last night. He'd make an extra effort to not make her feel tied down. Even though his suggesting that she stay in his room wasn't exactly freeing, she'd accepted happily. She could've told him she'd prefer her own room, but she agreed to spend the night in his. And yet here she was already starting up the shower in his room when she could've easily said she'd go back to hers for that.

He felt even better about it when he saw she'd left the bathroom door half open. If that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was. He wasn't even in the door yet, and he was already at full attention.

"Want some company in there?" He paraded his naked ass shamelessly in the already fogging bathroom.

"Absolutely," she murmured with what he'd normally refer to as a sexy smile, but on Nellie it was beautiful. "This shower was made for two." She motioned to the second shower head.

Abel glanced at it, but his eyes went immediately back to her. The more he was around her, the more he thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Even with her hair soaking wet and not an ounce of makeup on, she was absolutely beautiful. It still staggered him that it'd taken him this long to notice.

As soon as he was in the shower with her, his hands were all over her wet body, and he kissed her softly. "You," he said, kissing her bottom lip softly. "Are so," he brought his hands up to her face, cradling it as he kissed her again, "fucking beautiful."

She did that thing she always did when he told her so, closing her eyes for a moment then smiling softly—timidly. "Thank you," she whispered then leaned against his body, making that vulnerability she made every attempt to hide so evident.

He kissed her deeper now, but unlike the first couple of times last night when he'd eaten her up like a starving man—every inch of her—now he wanted to take it slowly. All the times before when he'd told her how beautiful he thought she was, it'd made him nervous—nervous that she might pick up on something he let escape each time—something he apparently had no control over. Now he wanted her to pick up on it. He wanted her to know that she may not have to answer to him and he wouldn't ever ask to tie her down if what she wanted was to fly free. But at the very least, as long as she was involved with him, she'd have mercy on his heart. The simple fact that he was thinking of Nellie in terms of what she did to his heart as opposed to other parts of his body, scared him breathless.

What Nellie had told him last night about still loving her sister even after what the selfish little bitch had done to her gave him hope that he'd been right all along about this beautiful woman. She didn't have the kind of heart it would take to spend time that felt this special with one guy and then casually do the same with someone else.

Bringing his hands around her now, he continued to kiss her as he pressed her against the wall, his erection firmly against her hip. He ran his hands up and down her body a little more frantically now as they swept down between her legs. She gasped against his mouth when he slipped two fingers inside her. Her own hand roamed from his shoulders all the way down his arms until they were on his hips, and then she took him in her hand, making him groan.

Instinctively, he began to lift her, wanting her to wrap her legs around him so he could be in her already, but she protested. "We can't in here," she said quickly. "No condom." Damn, he hadn't even thought of that. In the next moment, she slid down his body until she was on her knees, and his legs nearly gave out on him as she licked away at what he was certain was already dripping with more than just water. "But there is one thing I can do."

She took him so far and deep in her mouth that he had to hold on to the shower head, certain his legs would give out on him this time. "Oh, baby!" He managed to say before his head dropped back in ecstasy as she licked and sucked him harder.

With one hand on the shower head, he ran his fingers through her wet hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if he'd ever kiss her again without messing his pants. He'd forever be reminded of what her amazing tongue was doing to him now. Normally he could hold out a little longer than this, but already he felt ready to blow. "I'm gonna come, babe," he warned, but she kept on, her tongue going into high gear now. "Jesus!" he said as the first enormous release came and still her tongue went on.

He had to lean against the wall as he continued to explode massively in her mouth. Her hand let go, but her mouth didn't as she continued licking away every drop. "God, that's enough, babe, "he pleaded, his legs feeling like noodles now. "I can't take anymore."

She kissed the very sensitive tip before looking up at him with a sly smile. "Just so you know," she said as he helped her up. "I've never done that before." She licked her lips again. "Swallowed. But with you, I wanted to." He stared at her, his heart still pounding away as she continued to lick her lips sheepishly and unbelievably a little timidly. "I liked it."

Reaching out, he brought her to him, and she fell into his arms. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the way she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest made it feel as though her little confession, about having done this with only him, gave him hope that it meant more. Maybe this and everything else she'd experienced with him for the first time so far would stay just like that for good—with only him.

More to come!