by Cee, DW
Damn! I could be here all night just feasting on these. They were magnificent to look at with clothes on, and overwhelming with her clothes off. Her breasts might be in serious competition with her gorgeous face. I was one lucky man!
“Is this supposed to feel this good?” She was moaning so deliciously I didn’t think I’d last much longer. I needed to be inside her.
“Uh-huh...”
“Uh...could we turn off a light or two or all?” Modesty was not necessary tonight.
“Nope. I wanna see your body and watch your expressions. Don’t fight it. Just enjoy, Princess.” My future bride closed her eyes to the beauty between us. I needed them opened, and I knew just what would get her to open them. I slipped an inch of my finger inside her and that got her attention. “How does that feel?” Like I needed to ask…
“So good...everything feels so good, Donovan. I want more.” She was breathy, begging and loving this almost as much as I loved giving her pleasure.
“More?” My finger had a mind of its own and glided back and forth in her wetness.
“Faster!” She was becoming a demanding wench. “Faster, please...Donovan.” She was frustrated and almost pissed I was holding back.
“Is this what you want?” This innocent had no idea what “more” she was begging for in all her breathiness. Gladly obliging, I slid my finger all the way home and she practically bounced off the bed.
“AH!” she screamed.
“Perhaps this is what you want?” I slid two fingers in and out while rubbing her clit, and I was damn horny from watching her undulate with the motion of my fingers. I started undoing my pants, getting ready to slide into her after she came the first time.
“Donovan...” Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami and continued with its ripple effect. Her moans caressed my soul, and I’d never seen something so beautiful in my life. I stopped everything so I could watch her revel in the afterglow of her pleasure.
“You enjoyed yourself?” My fingers went back to their ministrations, and I started in on her face and neck again.
“Donovan, that was beautiful.” Hell yes! That was beautiful!
“How do you feel?” That was almost a rhetorical question since I knew her response.
“Boneless? Content? Thoroughly loved? Pick your favorite answer.”
I needed to be inside this woman like I needed oxygen to breathe. Once she was up to the task, she began undressing me and when she placed her mouth on my chest, I breathed deeply and began counting backwards. This had to last longer than the obvious outcome I foresaw.
As I saw her undo my pants with difficulty, I was reminded again how pure this woman lived until she came to me. Her innocence I treasured above all other gifts. I would appreciate, love, and thank her the rest of our days.
“Donovan?” she called out to me with hesitation. “I don’t know if I should do what I’d like to do.”
I saw the conflicted emotion and as much as I wanted to experience her mouth on me, I knew this Snow White of a woman wasn’t ready for such an intimate act. “You don’t have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with, Princess. Come here and let me love you.”
“I’d like to try on 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.”
Shit! I was going to get my first blowjob, and from my future wife, at that! Hot damn!!! Life was good.
I watched her head get close to my head and her mouth opened-wide, ready to take me in. I should’ve been counting backwards in Spanish to keep from exploding upon contact but all I could do was watch the slow motion blowjob happening before my eyes. Her mouth was right there...just about to swallow me whole...when the DAMN phone rang. I didn’t care who the hell was calling at this hour, interrupting the most important event of my life, but my princess had a different thought.
“Are you going to answer that?” Seriously?
“Are you going to continue?” Please, please, please!
“Not till you answer. When someone calls this late, it’s usually not a good sign. Answer it.”
“Fuck!” I looked at my phone and it was my damn sister being a nuisance again. “What is it, Becky?”
“Donovan,” she was whining. “I’m downstairs in the lobby of your hotel. Can I come and spend the night with you and Laney? Al and I got into another fight.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Go back to your damn hotel. How’d you find me?”
Delaney took over the phone call and invited my sister up to our room. My blowjob ended as quickly as it started. I’d hold this grudge against Becky for a very long time.
The moment my sister came into our room, she whined about everything. I had a splitting headache—or was it the blue balls giving me a body ache?
When Al finally showed up, Delaney insisted it was too late for them to go anywhere, and the two damn family members of mine ended up spending the night in the living room. The blowjob that could’ve been, never was. Freakin’ family! I needed to get away from them all.
“Let’s get up and get ready, first.” Delaney suggested after we were woken up by a phone call from my parents, early in the morning. I was either going to get us far away from everybody, or I was going to change our phone numbers so no one could get a hold of us.
“You want to shower together?” These blue balls of mine needed relief.
“Damn you for making these dark marks. I told you only in areas where they can’t be seen.” Delaney was back in her white babydoll negligee, checking out her hickeys. My loose pajama pants were getting tighter by the second.
“I was putting a stamp on my woman.” I placed my lips on her and sucked where her neck and shoulder met. That was her weak spot.
“What am I, cattle? You’re branding me with your mouth?” She giggled and squirmed.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I was sucking on your neck and finger fucking you at the same time.”
As I tried to put my finger in her underwear, my innocent shocked the hell out of me, got on her knees, and put my entire length into her mouth. Shit! She had no damn clue what to do but she was doing a damn good job. With my hands placed on her head, I attempted to control her and her pace. “Fuck, slow down,” I begged. She did as told, but the sight of her puckered lips going methodically up and down made me even hornier. “Shit, faster. Go faster,” I instructed, hoping that would make this sublime feeling last longer.
I was just about to come, but I wanted this to go just a little longer. Using every trick I knew, I held myself back and enjoyed her bobbing head. When watching her was too much, I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling, but not experiencing—like that was possible. When she started letting out small moans of pleasure from sucking me, I had to pull her off or she’d never want to put me in her mouth again.
“Dela...” Someone knocked on our bedroom door as I hunched over to take her off my dick when the most mortifying thing happened. I came and I came a lot in her mouth! The sight of her swallowing, whether willingly or not, was even more arousing than watching my dick playing peek-a-boo in her mouth. Damn. How was I to explain this one, and would she ever want to come near me ever again? Embarrassed as fuck, I put on a robe and left without a word. Shit. What a morning! There was no uneventful day with this woman.
We got through breakfast without any major or minor catastrophe and I got Delaney on a train back to Florence and away from anyone who resembled a Taylor or Reid. I needed to talk to my woman about what had happened this morning, but I had no damn clue how to bring it up. Embarrassed was an understatement. What a fool I was. There was no way Delaney would come anywhere near me again after I spilled in her mouth.
During the train ride, we played walk-down-memory-lane again. Delaney explained when, where, why, and how she proposed to me as an eleven-year-old, and she told me why that porch swing was so important to her. I kissed the pouty lips as an apology for the years I
didn’t recognize her love.
I, in turn, needed to come clean with my relationship with Kate when my girlfriend asked, “What happened when you asked Kate to marry you? How did you propose?” I didn’t want to go there, but the unabridged story of Donovan Taylor would begin and this would be the last time I sat in the confession booth and apologized for the past. Delaney would hear what I’d say, and we’d leave the past where it belonged.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand you and Kate, but since we’re on the topic of proposals, I’d like to know.”
“With Kate being older and much wealthier than I, our relationship was always in her favor. I was her...”
“...boy toy...?”
No one could argue against my woman’s verbal prowess. “Yeah. For lack of a better word, ‘boy toy.’ Her sophistication, her glamour, her power—those were all aphrodisiacs for a young man in his 20’s. She took me to Europe, introduced me to powerful lawyers, wined and dined me. In short, I was star-struck and Kate was very generous to me. Before leaving for law school, I proposed to her on our last night together at the Montage, and she took my proposal and laughed at me. She said she had no thoughts of settling down, she had no desire to have kids, and she told me I needed to become somebody before she could consider marrying me.”
“Ouch.” She felt my rejection.
“At the time it was an ouch, but after I went off to New York and recovered from the kick in the pants, I realized it was a good thing she didn’t accept. My parents didn’t like her. My sisters thought I was crazy for dating her. Jake liked her as a friend, but never thought she was the right one for me. And what put the nail on the coffin was the fact that she didn’t want kids. Coming from a family of five, I always knew I wanted a houseful of kids—and that was not for Kate. So in actuality, I was really only with Kate for less than two years.”
“Then where does this ten-year hashtag come from?”
“If she and I were anywhere in the near vicinity, we usually hooked up if we weren’t seeing other people.”
“And...when did this hook-up finally end?” She had an unhappy look on her face.
“After the Montage when you Reids surprised me with your presence at dinner. And after I saw you at the office back in January, when you didn’t recognize me...”
“Oh, I knew who you were,” she answered oh so casually.
“Were you fucking with my mind, even back then? You knew who I was but pretended you didn’t know me?” I shook my head in disbelief. This woman of mine was too much.
“Did you or did you not pretend not to know me at Jake and Emily’s wedding when you showed up with that bimbo?”
“I can’t ever win an argument with you.” I laughed, and decided we had gone too long without any mouth to mouth contact. “Do you know why I didn’t talk to you at Jake’s wedding?”
“Because you were busy ogling other women, Jane included?”
“Damn. You gonna bust my balls every time another woman is involved in our conversation?”
“Maybe...”
“I ignored you because when I asked Jake about the blonde bombshell sitting at the family table, he informed me that it was the little girl I considered a fifth sister. I didn’t know which would kill me first, the heart attack or the boner coming on. You were breathtaking and all grown-up. I didn’t think I could go up and talk to you without stumbling over my words like an idiot.”
“You’re so full of shit. I don’t believe you.”
What was wrong with her? “Why do you keep calling me a liar? I am wounded, Princess.”
“You never gave me a second look at the wedding. I kept hoping to catch your eye so I could go over and say hello, but you kept busy with everyone at the reception but me.”
“I swear, I did my utmost not to look at you because of the constant hard-on I had from ogling your body. Now you tell me why you pretended not to know me when we met again that winter morning.”
“I was still pissed that I had slept outside on the front porch for a man who never showed up to answer my proposal.”
“What do you mean you slept outside? Why would you do that?”
“Because, Mr. Taylor. I waited for you to either call and say you weren’t coming, or for you to come and tell me we were or were not getting married. Then, I fell asleep on the swing and my family thought I was kidnapped in the middle of the night. Dad finally found me outside, and I almost got the scolding of my life until I explained that I was supposed to meet someone who never showed up!” I could imagine her as a little girl stubbornly waiting for me, and then standing tall in front of her dad. “I said those last few words with such conviction, Dad laughed at me. You know what I told him when he warned me never to sleep outside, ever again?”
“What, Princess?”
“I told him, ‘I won’t ever do this again because no one is ever coming for me.’ I was such a melodramatic child, huh? I hope I don’t have a daughter just like me.”
“I can’t wait to fill our home with a gaggle of girls just like you. Although, they may put me into an early grave, huh?” The thought of making little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls with Delaney made me want to cry for joy. “I came back for you. I love you and I want to start a life with you. Why don’t you want to marry me?”
“You still don’t get it?” She was disappointed in me, and I had not an iota of an idea what it was that I didn’t get.
“No. Will you clue me in one of these days?”
“Perhaps you should check your pockets, daily, for a note written in red?”
“Smartass!”
We reached Florence and I surprised Delaney with a trip to the Ducati factory north of Roland’s villa. After dealing with another uncomfortable hard-on while watching my woman ride a Ducati, I knew I needed this day over with so we could get to the good stuff. Delaney was an absolute demon on the road. I almost had a heart attack several times watching her hug the mountain terrain. I was sure she would skid and get into trouble. She proved me wrong, and rode both a Ducati and a Lamborghini like a skilled driver. I’d have to buy her a motorcycle when we got back home, and we would ride up the coast together.
Dinner was as fast and furious as our test drives. We polished off a bottle of wine with bowls of pasta and I rushed Delaney into the car. This was where everything went wrong again. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since our last bout of “excitement” and we were at it again. I longed for the serenity of married life with kids—just like Jake. Dating was fucking overrated!
“Donovan? Would it bother you very much if I called Michael just to make sure he’s OK? I texted him a few times but haven’t gotten a response, and his sister Ruby also hasn’t been responding back to me. It’s really bothering me.”
Of course it wasn’t OK, but what could I say? “If you must...”
“You know, I’d like to eventually return to being good friends with Michael if he’ll have me as a friend.” I don’t think so. “Michael and Ruby were incredibly good to me when I landed in England, and they’ve become dear friends. I like them and I like him as a person very much.” Don’t care!
“Just don’t get angry with me when I stay friends with Kate.” I had no intention of staying friends with Kate, but I was pissed enough to go tit for tat.
“You cannot equate me and Michael with you and Kate!” She was upset with me?
“Why not?”
“Because I wasn’t in love with Michael. I didn’t want to marry him, and I wasn’t with him for ten years!”
“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in love with Kate. It’s also been a long time since I’ve wanted to marry Kate, and I told you, we weren’t together for ten years. Whomever you choose to stay friends with is your choice, you just need to give me the same courtesy,” I yelled.
“Fine!” she yelled right back.
I’d admit this now, and only to myself,
but I didn’t think I’d ever win a verbal argument with my girlfriend. Arguing and breaking down my logic were her forté. I was embarrassed to admit that I was the lawyer in this relationship.
Even with my disapproval, she still called him! “Hi Michael. How are you?” My damn woman was talking to her ex like nothing was wrong and I wasn’t mad as hell. “A little worried you may yell at me or hang up on me. I was surprised you picked up my call.” And the conversation went on with her back toward me. Oh, it was game on if this was how she wanted to play. I contemplated calling Kate but thought that was too childish. I was so pissed I couldn’t come up with a plan. “No. I’m back in Florence but I’ll be back in London tomorrow. Can we meet?” Did she just ask him to go out with her? “Tea at the Berkeley? Your favorite?” Dammit! I wouldn’t let her go. I’d lock her in the closet before I’d let her out for tea with her ex. “Wednesday it is. Will you bring Ruby with you? I know she’s mad at me, too, but please tell her I miss her as I’ve missed you.”
Fuck! I couldn’t help myself when I heard her miss this guy. I threw her cell phone out our window—for the second time.
“What the hell was that? Why do you keep doing that?” Her scream made us both jump.
“Why the fuck are you missing this guy?” When I am here? “You really miss him that much? You want me to disappear so you can get back together with him? Is that what you want? Shit, if I’d known how impossible you’d be, I wouldn’t have started this chase. I’ve never had to work so hard for anything in my life and I’m sick of it. Stop playing these fucking games with me.”
Her face ashen, I knew I’d made a serious error. This was not someone who played anybody. She was my innocent, and I’d accused her of playing me. As pissed as I still was about her missing Michael, I knew I needed to apologize. Damn. How was I going to correct this error?
Shit. Shit. Shit! Whenever I looked her way, she looked outside. When we got back to the villa, she grabbed her laptop and had a “do not disturb” sign on her face. I told her I was going to bed and hoped she would come up so I could apologize and we could sleep in each other’s arms.
