Complete Indelible Love Series

by Cee, DW

  “Uh-huh...” His voice trailed off as his mouth explored the left side.

  “Uh...could we turn off a light or two or all?”

  “Nope. I wanna see your body and watch your expressions.”

  So much for modesty. I figured at this point, I was just going to relax and enjoy. As much as it bothered me that this man knew exactly what he was doing, I suppose I was glad for it. He’d lead me in the right way.

  His one hand moved down my body and began exploring me from over the lace underwear. His middle finger stroked right down my center, and it was embarrassing how soaked through I was. Feebly, I tried to push his hand away (though I had no idea why I did this). It felt like the right thing to do as Donovan kept assaulting every sense I had.

  “Don’t fight it. Just enjoy, Princess.”

  He was now watching me, and I had to turn away. I couldn’t look him in the eye once the underwear came off and he really started stroking me.

  “Love, look at me.”

  I shook my head no and closed my eyes.

  Donovan placed his mouth over mine and I tightly grabbed onto his arms as he put one finger inside me.

  “How does that feel?” He whispered in my ear, seconds before sucking it.

  “So good,” I moaned. “Everything feels so good, Donovan. I want more.” I begged.

  “More?” he teased while he took turns rubbing my clitoris then inserting that same finger inside me. I didn’t know if this was normal practice but Donovan was going so slowly, it drove me completely wild.

  “Faster!” I panted. “Faster, please...” I begged again. He smiled at my tortured expression and sped up just enough to get me moaning even louder and begging more frequently. “Donovan.” I was crying without the tears. I’d never felt such frustration of wanting to reach a peak I could see right ahead of me, but kept disappearing like a mirage.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “AH!” My hips lifted off the bed when he put his finger in deeper. All this time I had no idea his finger wasn’t even completely inside me. His finger gliding so easily all the way in and out felt glorious. The peak was that much closer; I could almost touch it.

  “Perhaps this is what you want?” Donovan inserted another finger and all I could do was close my eyes and let death overtake me. This was pleasure and pain at its best. He then kept up the pressure of both fingers inserting in and out, and began stroking me with his thumb. I was at the absolute brink of exploding.

  Whether it was the tenderness in his eyes, or the three-finger dexterity that made me break, but an orgasm ripped through me. I was lost. One moment, I was high-strung and tense from want, like an arrow on a bow waiting to be shot. Then in a split second, I was that wild and reckless arrow released into oblivion, not knowing where I was headed, not caring where I landed. My mind was blank of all thoughts but the pleasure that sluiced through my body, time and time again.

  It wasn’t until I let out a hard breath that I noticed I’d held my breath for the latter part of this orgasmic experience. When I returned to earth, Donovan was smiling wide and I turned red from all the noise and commotion I’d made.

  “You enjoyed yourself?” He was kissing me lightly all over my face.

  “Donovan, that was beautiful.” I sighed with pleasure.

  “How do you feel?” He had a smug, very satisfied look on his face.

  “Boneless? Content? Thoroughly loved? Pick your favorite answer.” I smiled, pushed him on his back and lay on top of him. “Why are you still dressed when I am totally naked?”

  “I wanted to see you fall apart before I really got going. This is only the beginning, Princess. We’ve got all weekend.” We began kissing again and as Donovan said, I could’ve done this with him all weekend if it were physically possible. “You are incredibly beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen a more beautiful woman than you, Princess.”

  Totally breaking the mood, I had to say, “You’re so full of shit.” I laughed to show him that I wasn’t upset. I was only calling him on his sweet attempt at a lie.

  “Did you just call me a liar?” His fingers went all over my naked body and tickled me till tears were spilling over. “Why would you think I was lying?” He asked in mock horror.

  “Because you were with Kate all those years. Remember her? Ms. Glamorous? Then you crushed on Jane, Ms. Stunning. After those two ladies, I place a distant third.”

  “You, my precious lady will be first in my heart, forever.” Now that was beautiful! “There’s no denying Kate’s beauty, but she’s always made up. She’s like one of those gorgeous look-but-don’t-touch jewels.” I didn’t quite like how appreciative he was of her beauty. I guess I’d do best not to bring up other woman in the midst of making love, next time. “And Jane,” shit, I guess I asked for this. “It’s really her I don’t give a shit attitude on the outside, but in actuality, I do care attitude on the inside that makes her endearing.” The fact that he knew my cousin better than I thought he should was not sitting well with me. Here I was, naked and practically mounted on him, and he was waxing poetic about other women. Sigh!

  “Are you done?” He understood my annoyance and his eyes crinkled in mirth.

  “Nope. I’m not done.”

  “You’d rather talk when you have me naked and willing?”

  “Nope. But since you brought it up, I need to clarify myself before someone jumps to unnecessary conclusions and we have an all out war, again.”

  “You’re so melo...” That earned me a slap on the rear end.

  “What makes you beautiful is your I-look-weak-on-the-outside-but-I’m-tougher-than-a-WWF-fighter-on-the-inside.”

  “Oh, that was really romantic.” I used as much sarcasm as possible when saying this. Donovan chuckled.

  “You’re beautiful when you have absolutely no make-up on and your hair is in a pony tail, you’re utterly irresistible when you’re holding a baby, you’re a knock-out in a bikini, and you’re indescribable when you get dolled up for an evening. You are all that and so much more, Princess. And that’s just the beginning of the beauty you are to me.”

  “Mr., after that kind of declaration, you can do whatever you want with me.” I made my own declaration.

  “Oh I plan to, Ms. Reid.”

  While Donovan was under me, I slowly undid his shirt buttons and opened him up, kissing his chest. Since I enjoyed his mouth on my nipple so very much, I’d return the favor.

  “Fuck! That feels good,” he groaned when my mouth landed on his chest and proceeded to play. Back and forth, back and forth, I went from one side of his chest to the other. His chest wasn’t hairy like I imagined. In fact, it wasn’t hairy at all. It was silky smooth and I couldn’t stop touching it with my hand and mouth. Though Donovan was tall, his frame was on the thinner side. He was muscular, but not bulky and his abs were nice to feel and look at, but not ripped like an athlete. The picture that came to mind was David Beckham in the H&M underwear billboard, minus the tattoos. Damn! I was a lucky girl.

  And to be perfectly honest, his body was second fiddle compared to how good-looking he was. My favorite look on my man was the one right now, with the overgrown stubble on his face, his wavy hair gone wild, and his eyes so full of love. All those times I’d wished for this man to notice me, someone up above was listening and had finally granted me my dearest wish.

  “I love you,” I spoke softly and continued going down his body. Clumsily, I undid his belt, then had a difficult time with all the buttons—outside and inside—but had no difficulty with the zipper. Once all his clothes were off, it seemed most natural for me to reciprocate orally. I had to pause, wondering if it was too forward of me to be so intimate. “Donovan?” I spoke quietly, again. “I don’t know if I should do what I’d like to do.” Super vague, super stupid—that’s how I felt.

  “You don’t have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with, Princess. Come here and let me love you.”

  “I’d like to try o
n you what you did to me in Paris, but I’m unsure if I’ll do it right.”

  “Just don’t bite, that’s all I ask.”

  That brought out the giggles, and I opened my mouth to take him in when the phone rang and startled me. Thank God, he wasn’t in my mouth yet...

  “Are you going to answer that?”

  “Are you going to continue?”

  “Not till you answer. When someone calls this late, it’s usually not a good sign. Answer it.”

  “Fuck!” He swore soundly and picked up the phone, pissed. “What is it, Becky?” he asked, annoyed with his sister.

  “Donovan!” I admonished.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Go back to your damn hotel. How’d you find me?”

  I pulled the phone away from this irate man. “Hello? Becky?” I answered, worried. “What’s wrong?”

  “Laney.” She was crying. “Can you please tell me which room you’re in? I’m at the lobby in your hotel.”

  “We’re in room 832. Come on up.”

  “Thank you.”

  “How can you yell at your pregnant sister like that? She’s in the lobby, crying. Have you no heart?”

  “She and Al got into another stupid argument.”

  “But she’s crying.” I defended Becky.

  “What about me? My girlfriend was about to give me our first blowjob and my silly-ass sister interrupted us. I feel like crying, too.” He pouted. I kissed this pouty mouth.

  “We’ll finish once Becky leaves.”

  “Don’t let her reel you in with her drama or she’ll never leave,” he warned as we both got up to look decent.

  Donovan put on a pair of pajamas and grudgingly greeted his sister while I went to assess the damage. Damn. This man had done a thorough job of leaving hickeys all over my upper body. Most could be covered with clothes, but the one right below my ear and the other one at the base of my neck and top of my shoulder were dark and obvious. I’d have to scold him later. For now, I threw on one of Donovan’s nightshirts and put the plush hotel robe on, praying that it would cover most of the hickeys on my neck.

  “Becky.” I tried to appear kind and sympathetic to her situation, but I wasn’t happy, either. Of course, I didn’t want anything to be wrong with her or Al, or the baby, but my poor boyfriend was suffering. “What’s the matter?”

  “Laney...” Becky ran over to me, held me tight and began bawling. Donovan was behind her furiously shaking his head no.

  “What’s wrong, Becky? It’s late. You and the baby should be in bed.” Like we were...

  “Al and I had the biggest fight.” She was tugging on my robe while crying. I kept trying to pull it up around my neck, but Becky’s weight wasn’t helping the situation. Donovan, who noticed the dark mark on my neck, only laughed. I shot him a nasty look.

  “What was the fight about?” I was having a verbal conversation with Becky and a silent one with Donovan yelling at him to stop making lewd faces at me. I was trying hard to empathize with his sister, and he was trying his best to get me to laugh.

  “Al doesn’t love me like he used to, Laney. He used to be so romantic before I got pregnant. Now he thinks I’m fat, and he doesn’t want to court me like before.” She wailed and Donovan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you dare call him!” Becky bit off her brother’s head when he took out his cell phone.

  “He’ll worry.”

  “No he won’t. He doesn’t care anymore.”

  “Don’t be an idiot.” Donovan’s lost patience caused his sister to cry even harder.

  “Now my brother doesn’t love me anymore, either.” She wailed loudly!

  While Donovan whispered, “I need you the hell out of here.” I consoled Becky while Donovan dialed his phone. “Come pick up your wife!” he demanded. “Room 832. NOW!”

  “What could Al have possibly done? He’s such a nice guy. Why he’s as nice as my cousin Jake, or maybe even Max.”

  “He’s not!” She insisted. “He never takes me out anymore because he’s always tired. When I was first pregnant, he used to run to the market whenever I had a craving, or he used to rub my feet when I was tired. Now, he comes home from a trip and all he does is sleep.”

  “Your husband travels and works hard. You freaking stay home all day and eat bon-bons. You should be the one massaging his feet!” Donovan yelled at his sister, again.

  “Why can’t you be more like Jake? He’s always looking out for Jane.”

  “Jane!” Donovan lit up like a Christmas tree. “Why the hell are you here with us when Jane is in town? She’s staying at Roland’s. Why don’t you go and give her your woes?”

  “Donovan,” I admonished. “Not nice.”

  “You better watch out, Laney. Men are all like that. Once they get in your pants, they know they don’t have to work that hard anymore. Don’t let him in, Laney. Stay strong! Keep him chasing you.”

  “Are you drunk?”

  “What the fuck do you think? I’m pregnant! Do you think I’d risk my child’s life and get drunk, you moron?”

  Now, this was getting ugly. “Donovan.” I harped. “Sit over there and keep your mouth shut.” Surprisingly, he did exactly as I told him to do. “Becky.” I harped at her too. “It’s close to sunrise. What you’re doing is not considerate to your baby. Whatever issues you have going on with Al, don’t take it out on your child. He or she needs rest, and so do you.”

  It was as though Becky needed my permission, because as soon as I was done talking, her head nodded onto my chest and she was gone.

  “Did she just fall asleep on me while I was yelling at her?” I leaned Becky back so I could look at her face. “Shit, did I just yell at your sister?”

  Donovan helped me get her settled comfortably on the sofa, and we brought out a pillow and blanket for her.

  “Where the hell is Al?” Donovan muttered.

  “Maybe you should try carrying her into our bedroom and have her sleep on our bed.” I suggested.

  “Hell no! Do you think I can carry her? She’s a house, already. She’s definitely been eating too many bon-bons.”

  “Donovan...” I lamented, but soon started laughing. Becky was quite big for being six months pregnant.

  “Knock-knock?” Al walked in. I guess we had never properly closed the door.

  “Where the hell have you been while your wife went off on a drunken rampage?”

  “Have you tried catching a cab at this hour?”

  “Hi, Al.” I smiled, and closed my robe tighter and closer up my neck.

  “Hey, Laney. I hope Becky didn’t bother you too badly at this hour.”

  “Oh, no she wasn’t much of a bother. We had nothing special going on.” I tried to play it off like I didn’t have two massive hickeys on my neck.

  “Like hell we didn’t!” Donovan huffed and puffed. “What was the issue tonight?”

  “Becky wanted to go have dinner, but I had a dinner meeting. She’s normally not this high strung,” he tried to explain to me. “The baby has been sitting on her sciatic nerve and doesn’t seem to want to get off it, so she’s been in a lot of pain.” It was sweet the way Al was protecting his wife.

  “You don’t have to explain, Al. I’m sure all women handle pregnancies differently. You want to sit and have a drink? You look like you could use one.”

  “Don’t invite him, too. We’re stuck with Becky, tonight.” Donovan complained.

  “Stop.” I whispered and kissed his pouty mouth, again. “You’re not being hospitable and this is family. I don’t know how you Taylors roll, but we Reids never turn out a family member,” I teased. “Al, why don’t you stay the night? Both those sofas pull out into a bed. Once we get one open, you men can transfer Becky onto the bed and you can squeeze in there with her.”

  “Thanks, Laney. I’ll forego the drink, but I welcome sleep. Come on, Bro’. Help me transfer your sister.”

  A good ten minutes later, Al and Becky were settled
and we walked back into our bedroom, happy to be alone.

  “Blow job?” was the first word out of Donovan’s mouth.

  “Not on your life with Al and Becky a wall away.”

  “Shit!” was the only other word I heard before we fell asleep.

  “Hello?” I heard Donovan groan as he picked up his phone. “Yeah. No, Pa. We don’t want to. We are tired. No...Pa! Good morning, Ma. No. No. No!”

  Donovan was getting so cantankerous on the phone, I pulled it away from him. “Good morning, Ma. What’s the matter?”

  “Your Pa and I are trying to get the family together one last time for breakfast because Kelley and Noah are leaving today and Donny isn’t being cooperative. You’ll have breakfast with us?”

  “We’d love to, Ma. It’ll probably take us an hour or so. Would you like to come our way? Then we can meet you in half an hour.”

  “You’re brilliant, Baby. We’ll come to your hotel. I have to call Becky, now. I’ll see you later.”

  “Ma?”

  “What, honey?”

  “Becky is right here. We will let her know. You get yourself here, safely.”

  “What the hell is Becky doing in your hotel room?”

  “I’m sure she’ll love explaining everything at breakfast. Bye, Ma.”

  “Bye, Baby!”

  “Why the hell did you agree to have breakfast with everyone?”

  “Because your sister and brother-in-law are leaving, and your parents want to get their children together.”

  “I’m getting us out of here after breakfast. I need to go someplace where I can’t find a Taylor or a Reid.”

  We decided to get ready first and let Becky sleep in as long as possible. I was cursing Donovan Taylor to hell and back when I couldn’t hide the hickeys on my neck. The best I could do was put a ton of mineral powder all over my neck, and a simple summer scarf to try and hide the prominent one at the base of my neck.

  “Damn you for making these dark marks. I told you only in areas where they can’t be seen.”