Abel (5th Street 4)

Her smile was one he hadn’t seen before; it was bittersweet. He almost regretted having brought up her ex-husband—almost. In the very beginning, he didn’t care to know any details of her private life—not the current or the past—but he did now. He chalked it up to curiosity. Of course he was curious. Why wouldn’t he be? He’d been around her a few times. They’d had amazing sex in many different positions now. And now here she was telling him she’d never had this with her ex-husband. How could he not be curious?

Was her ex insane not to take advantage of a woman like Nellie? She was everything a guy could ask for in a sexual partner. She’d been willing and just as eager as he’d been every single time. In fact, he’d be willing to bet he might’ve talked her into letting him take here right there in their booth, but he hadn’t wanted to push.

Sure he’d been with girls who were more than willing to do things anywhere anytime, but with Nellie, it felt different. There was an elegance to her. She was sophisticated, smart, and professional, not an immature, squealing, ready-to-party groupie. Even though Noah had mentioned Nellie wanting to let loose—make up for the lost time she’d wasted being married to her ex—there was something about her that made him sure that wasn’t the case. Yeah, she was doing it with him, but he couldn’t see her jumping from one bed to another as Noah had implied she might. And convincing her to do the things some of the groupies would gladly do in a heartbeat felt like a far more rewarding challenge.

He stared at her, his thoughts suddenly going back to what she’d just said about her ex. “Really? Some of the stuff I’ve done to you so far,” he stopped and smirked, “has been pretty tame by most standards.”

Even as she sat there, her panties now soaked after she’d just climaxed at their dinner table, she had the audacity to blush. He had to laugh.

She took another sip of her wine and smiled, her lashes blinking slowly over her wine glass as she licked her lips. Just like that she took the upper hand, wiping the smile instantly off his face.

“Mr. Ayala, are you and Ms. Nellie ready for another drink?” The waiter asked from the other side of the curtain.

“No, but I’ll take the check now.” Abel responded without taking his eyes off Nellie even for a second, his mind already planning out the all the things he’d do to her tonight.

~*~

Nellie hardly had a chance to try and make sense of Abel’s interest in her ass**le ex-husband, Rick. On the way home from the restaurant, he’d asked a few more questions such as if she still ever saw him and if she ever missed him. She answered both truthfully but kept her answers short: no and hell no.

They reached her place and were barely inside when Abel was already all over her. It was crazy how quickly he could have her feeling out of control and breathless. Just as he pinned her to the wall in the front room, already lifting her skirt, her phone rang. Abel slowed for a moment, breathing heavily against her ear. “You wanna get that?”

Like hell she did. She didn’t bother to even answer. Instead she turned his chin to hers, needing to feel his lips on hers again already. His tongue stabbed into to her mouth, making her moan in pleasure.

Roni had mentioned how insatiable her young husband was, and Nellie had imagined Abel would be the same, but it was almost embarrassing how easily she’d given into the scandalous things they’d done thus far. The cruise incident had even been her idea. And if what he’d done to her in the restaurant had happened during her marriage, it would’ve been more than enough to keep her happy for the entire next week at the very least. Yet here she was panting—needing more now as he ripped her panties off.

With her panties off now and her skirt pulled up around her waist, Abel spun her around, bending her gently but quickly over the sofa. “We’ll get to the tasting soon enough, sweetheart. But right now I have to get inside you.”

She heard the rip of a condom pack then his zipper open. Already throbbing for him in anticipation, Nellie squeezed the sofa cushions with both her hands as she waited the few seconds it took him to get the condom on, and then he was inside her. She cried out at the incredible sensation as he slid all the way in.

Just like the last time, he brought his hand around front to massage her as he slammed in and out of her again and again, groaning louder with each thrust. His fingers knew exactly what to do, and Nellie couldn’t help moaning in unabashed pleasure. The louder she moaned, the harder he slammed into her. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes!”

As his fingers hit the perfect rhythm, she knew it was just a matter of seconds before she’d be crying out in ecstasy. With one hand, he continued to build her impending climax while the other one held on to her waist, pulling her back into his thrusts. As erotic as the sound of his body slapping against hers was, it was one she loved thinking about when he wasn’t around—when she was lying in bed at night alone. It was the very thing that had made her blush today when Emily called her on it.

Until now, Nellie had no idea sex could be this good. Crying out as the bolts of pleasure raced through her entire body, making her legs weak, she used the support of the sofa to help keep her standing. In the next second, he thrust into her one last time with an enormous groan.

They both stood there, enjoying the contentment with which their sexual encounters always ended. Never before had Nellie felt such satisfaction, and to think she knew this was just the beginning of their evening. He finally pulled out of her and away, turning her around to face him.