Free Beautiful Abyss (California Dreamers #3) by Dakota Madison Page B

ground I step out of them.
    Now it’s just me and my boxer briefs. She nods as she inspects her work so far. “Those have to go as well.” She indicates the underwear.
    I make it easy on her. I pull them down and kick them away.
    She licks her lips as she looks me up and down. I take that as a good sign that she likes what she sees.
    Then she works on her own clothes. She unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. Then she steps out of her sexy little skirt.
    If I ever did consider having a photo on my dresser this is the one that I’d want. Abby posing in her white lace bra and panties. I’ve been with more girls than I can count, but I’ve never seen a girl manage to look both sexy and innocent at the same time.
    It’s a major turn on.
    I take a snapshot of her in my mind.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks shyly.
    “This is the photo I want.”
    She frowns. “What do you mean?”
    “I’ve never wanted any photos before. But looking at you standing there in your bra and panties. That’s the photo I want on my dresser. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I seriously doubt I’m the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.”
    “You are by far.”
    She laughs. “Now you’re a poet?”
    “And I didn’t even know it.”
    That makes her laugh even harder. “You’re very silly.”
    “Is that good?”
    “It’s great. Dex was always too serious. I’ve laughed more with you than I ever laughed with him the whole time we were together.”
    “I love it when you laugh,” I tell her. “Your face lights up the room.”
    My comment makes her face redden even more.
    She straddles me again, like she did when we were in Roscoe’s Jeep. My body reacts immediately.
    In my head I still want to take things slow, but my dick has other ideas.
    I don’t think slow is what Abby has in mind either. Not the way she’s rubbing against me.
    I grab her hips and hold her as I move both of us into the middle of the bed.
    Then as carefully as I can I roll both of us around so that I’m on top and she’s on the bottom.
    Call me old school, but I much prefer making the moves.
    I don’t think Abby minds. She’s grinning from ear to ear.
    “See something you want?” I tease.
    She points to my very hard cock.
    As I push her bra strap down I place a kiss on her shoulder. I work my way up her neck with soft kisses until she shivers. Then I do the same on the other side of her body.
    “You’re teasing me,” she complains.
    “Don’t you like it?”
    “You’re making me shivery.”
    “Is that a bad thing?”
    “No…I want more.”
    And that’s exactly what I give her.
    Much, much more .
    Once her bra is on the floor I head for her panties. I place butterfly kisses all the way down her stomach until I reach her panty line.
    As if she can read my mind she lifts her hips so I can remove her underwear. Those join her bra and the rest of our clothing next to the bed.
    Now it’s time for my specialty. My most sought after talent. The tricks that I perform with my tongue.
    As I move between her legs for a taste she puts her hands on my shoulders and stops me.
    There’s a look of horror on her face. “What are you doing?”
    I frown. “Is that a trick question?”
    “Why is your face down there? I was expecting something else.” She points to my hard on.
    “You can play with that in a few minutes,” I tell her. “But you need to have the appetizer first.”
    Her face is scrunched up with confusion.
    As much as I don’t want to bring up her ex right now I need to ask the question. “Didn’t Dex ever go down on you?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Oral sex.”
    “You mean like a blow job?”
    “Except the opposite. What the guy does for the girl.”
    “I didn’t know there was anything else.”
    I hate Dex even more.
    “Do you trust me?” I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize how ridiculous they sound.