Donovan's Struggle, an Erotic Romance Novella (Anam Céile Chronicles)

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  Removing me mouth from her breast, she whimpers. I lean back a bit, fer I want to see her, see her opened fer me. Her hand goes to her breast, massaging her abandoned nipples as I take in the beauty of her pussy. I run me finger over her again, distributing the slickness, upwards to her swollen nub at the topmost of her sex. Heatedly, she looks into me eyes and pulls me back towards her breasts. With her hands she guides her nipple back to me mouth and I cannot help but smile at her commanding manner.

  As I suckle her zealously, me finger alternates between circling over her pearl, and gliding down her slit to edge her opening. Each time I am there, she tries to press against me, urging me finger inside of her. Though I, too, desire to feel her from the inside, I do not give in, so as to drive the need of her arousal to higher levels. Aislinn starts grabbing me by the hair, pushing me mouth harder against her nipple, me consequent chuckle stifled by the flesh of her breast.

  “Oh Donovan, yes!” she moans in me ear.

  Finally, when I discern her frustration is at its peak, after circling her pearl so repetitively that she is panting, I align me fingers with her opening and push them inside of her. She arches back, thrusting her breasts into me face and moans throatily, “Oh God, Donovan!”

  They are met by the barrier a few inches in, which I know will be better broken by the adequate breadth of me erection.

  Still, I play with them in her, massaging the wall of her canal, making her yearn all the more fer what I can offer her. Her breaths are coming in shorter bursts and I decide it is high time I taste me woman. Removing me fingers, I bring them to me mouth as I hold her gaze and suck her juices off them. It is incredible! More delicious than ever I could have imagined. Her eyes grow wide as she observes me.

  “Oh Donovan, I do love you so,” Aislinn coos at me, making me smile with pride.

  Detaching me mouth from her nipple, I kiss me way down the smooth skin of her plane of her belly. I feel meself salivating as I take in her scent, growing stronger as I inch nearer to her sex. Me thirst fer her grows. I must taste more! I could drink her in forever and still never be quenched!

  I lift me eyes to view her expression and I can see she comprehends what I am headed towards. She is holding her breath, anxiously awaiting the pleasure I will at last bestow upon her. And this time, I will not disappoint her. I nestle down between her thighs and bow me head down, inhaling her in, the scent of her so thick, it is on me tongue.

  Unable to take anymore of me own teasing, I push me tongue out and meet her labia. Instantly it is presented with the flavour of her juices, beckoning me to seek more. I hold back me urge to devour her, wanting to take the time to savour her properly, as this was the first time fer her and I both. I take her labia into me mouth, gently sucking me way up it to the flesh hood covering her swollen bud. Anticipating me attentions upon that spot, she squirms beneath me mouth.

  “Oh, Donovan, that feels so good!”

  However, I do not give in to her entreating motion. Instead, I kiss upon it lightly and then move away from it, making her groan out in frustration. I lead me tongue down to the bottom of her crevice, and place it on her, slide it slowly up, collecting her juices upon me tongue, flicking her clitoris as I make me way to the top.

  “Oh, yes, do that some more!”

  Me cock jerks at this first saturated taste of her, anxious fer its own taste of her. I guess she is not the only one growing impatient. Yet after all these years we have awaited this moment, I am not about to rush it.

  Softly I circle me tongue over her lovely swell, reveling in the sound of her moan at the power of me tongue, before descending down her slit once again. I trace me tongue lightly all along her outer labia, before returning to the inner, sucking them in deliciously. Her juices are seeping out so, they are wetting me face.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I hold her open and, making me tongue stiff, dip it within her, coating it with her sap. She moans profusely, and me eyes roll back in me head at the immense pleasure of tasting her so certainly.

  “Oh God, Donovan!” Aislinn groans long and low.

  She tastes so incredible, I have to dip it in again, and soon I find I am compelled to do it over and over, thrusting me tongue into her sweet depths while she moans and moves her hips towards me.

  “Donovan! Oh yes, fuck me with your tongue!” A bit stunned I am by her vulgar language, though her obvious excitement has me cock rock hard and dripping with me excessive arousal.

  Her moans are becoming more urgent, her movements more frantic, and I sense her pleasure is imminent. I am far from ready to be done with me sampling of her, so I figure I had better slow me pace. To be certain she does not continue towards her apex, I move me face away from her succulent fruit fer a moment, which she promptly balks at, “Donovan, No! What are you doing? You dare not leave me as this!”

  I merely smile up at her and commence to planting kisses upon the smooth skin of her lower abdomen, the place where someday soon, me seed will take root and grow me child within her. I presume she is calming as she is no longer squirming and begins stroking me hair rather than pulling at it.

  Lowering me face back to her, I softly glide me tongue the length of her slit to the bud which is now so swollen with arousal it protrudes out from under its fleshy hood. With merely a tender kiss upon it, Aislinn begins writhing under me again.

  “Oh, yes, Donovan. Yes!”

  I smile, knowing the power I hold over her, and take great care in administering it. I fall into a rhythm of alternately circling over it lavishly with me tongue, and sucking at it delicately.

  After only another minute or so of this attention, her moans deepen and come closer together, the movements of her pelvis more tense, her hands entangled in me wavy hair are steadily pulling at it.

  “Ohhhh . . . God, Donovan . . . Oh my God, Yes!”

  Now her juices are seeping out and drenching me chin. Me cock, too, is flexing with anticipation of its first taste of her.

  I maintain the rhythm of me tongue upon her clitoris, and soon her moans become more urgent, her breath shorter. The knowledge of her orgasm inspires me cock to excrete yet another bead of its sap, which now covers me thigh. Then Aislinn is pulling harder at me hair and I feel almost a pulsing emanating in the flesh of her sex. With a long throaty groan, she grabs ahold of me ear and begins tugging at it, with the other hand she is squeezing her own breast.

  “OH MY GOD! OH YES, YES! DONOVAN! OHHHH!”

  Then I feel the pulsing in her clitoris, though it is stronger. As it pulsates again me tongue, so does all the flesh of her sex. Her liquid gushes out hot into me mouth, and I cannot lap it up fast enough. It is even more delectable then it was before.

  “Yes, Donovan, lick it, drink me in, I am all yours!”

  I continue licking her profusely, lapping up her juices. I am truly in heaven.

  “Take me Donovan. Fill me with your cock. I need to have you inside of me! Please take away the ache.” Aislinn is begging, her moans of ecstasy now becoming whimpers.

  Eagerly, I climb to me feet. I position meself between her thighs, and gaze down at her. This exquisite woman lying naked before me, her body quivering with the effects of the pleasure I have given her, pleading fer me to possess her body. The moment is almost surreal, as though I cannot believe it is finally happening. I am finally going to make love to this woman.

  With me cock in me hand, I align it with her sex and push the engorged crown of it into her opening. She squirms with anticipation and I push into her a little more, hoping to ease her into it gently, having a bit of knowledge of virgins and the pain of the first time. But not taking into account how exceedingly slick she is, not to mention her insides still convulsing, her voracious sex grabs hold of me cock, pulling me in deeper. Before I know it, I am deeper than I expected, and she is moaning and writhing, a look of discomfort upon her face.

  “Aislinn, are you in pain?” I ask with great concern. “Should I remove meself?”

  She moans, “Don’t y
ou dare! Really, I’ll be fine . . . just once we make it past this part.”

  Apprehension still plastered upon me face, I stare down at her motionless.

  “Donovan! I am serious!” her tone is fast becoming irritated. “Just do it already, while I still have the benefit of being drunk on the pleasure you gave me.”

  Wishing nothing more than her happiness, I heed her words and plunge in and upon feeling a subtle pop, am fully submerged in her. Fer one single moment, I am in ecstasy, the exquisite feeling of her heat wrapped tight about me. But then, her hearty cry and face scrunching up in pain impels me to stall again, hoping she will not loathe me fer bringing this upon her.

  Frowning at me again, Aislinn says, “Why do you halt? Please, Donovan, just keep moving, push me past the pain.”

  I do not require much encouragement and I pull back slowly and push back into her again, feeling guilty fer reaping so much pleasure from the pain I am causing her, though I can see she is endeavouring to appear unaffected by it. While me conscience is telling me to stop putting her through this, something primitive comes alive in me and all I can think about is fucking her ‘til I expire. Surrendering meself to me instincts, I pull back again and drive me cock back into her sex with a deeper force than she had anticipated, eliciting from her a moan— one clearly of pleasure.

  With that, there is no turning back fer me and I begin to pump her mercilessly. Her resulting moans tell me she enjoys it, only impelling me further. I gaze down at her beautiful body laid out before me, watching her breasts swaying back and forth with every drive of me cock into her as she so willingly receives me in her body. Already, I feel me pleasure gathering within me body, and with her reaping such evident enjoyment from it now, I do not want to disappoint her by bringing it to a premature end. So I slow me pace, and then bring me rhythm to a halt altogether, leaning down to kiss her during me respite.

  Lifting her head to meet me, she receives me passionately, capturing me mouth and drawing me tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. Me hands go to her breasts and massage them. Then to me pleasurable dismay, she begins pushing her pelvis toward me, impelling me to move again. I groan and allow meself to pump into her a few times before realising I cannot continue much longer before I lose meself. I pull out of her altogether, causing her to scowl.

  “Donovan, what the hell?” she screeches in her frustration at being vacated.

  “Just please allow me a slight respite, Aislinn, so that I may continue to pleasure you as you deserve,” I try to explain to her.

  She rises up, scrambling onto her knees and points to the bed. “Lie down,” she orders.

  “What?” I ask, confused.

  “You heard me,” Aislinn says firmly. “Now don’t balk, just do as I say, Mister O’Connor!” a smirk developing on her lips.

  She is going to make one hell of a mother. Studying her face, I see that she is absolutely serious, so I submit and lay upon the bed, face up.

  “Certainly Missus O’Connor.”

  A satisfied smile evolves on her face and next thing I know she bends down and takes me into her mouth again. As she sucks me, I try not to watch her, not wanting to lose meself just yet. As good as it feels, wanting to feel meself explode deep inside of her fer once, I have to tell her, “Aislinn, that is enough.”

  Of course, she does not stop.

  “Aislinn!” I grab hold of her hair, pulling her head back from me cock. “Why can you not just listen sometimes?” I ask, me voice pleading.

  She smiles at me mischievously. “I do not please you, Mister O’Connor?”

  “Oh you please me very much, Missus O’Connor. Too much, in fact, which is the heart of me dilemma. I aspire to save meself fer you.”

  Me words inspire a smile from her. Then sitting up, she throws her leg over me, so that she straddles me, me erection pointing straight up at her entrance. I cannot believe she is doing such a brazen thing, although with Aislinn, I should never be shocked.

  With a devilish expression upon her face, she grabs hold of it, and guides it back to her entrance. I take a deep breath as she backs herself upon it, taking it inside of her sex. Me eyes fall closed as I am engulfed in the sensation of her tight, wet canal gripping every inch of me hard shaft as it slides into her. When she has taken all of me inside her, she gasps and stills, allowing her body a necessary moment to acclimate to me mass.

  Opening me eyes, I am blessed with the splendid view of her sitting atop me, and once again, it is almost as though it is not real. She is so exquisitely beautiful, her body stretched long before me, her ivory skin glowing in the moonlight which envelops our chamber, the rounded underside of her breasts a beautiful curve, her rosy nipples pointing outwards. Just the realisation that I am indeed making love to this woman who has vowed to belong to me forever sends a shiver through me, making me cock tremor.

  “Ohhhh,” Aislinn coos, her eyes rolling back, her lips parting. “Mmm, that felt so good . . .”

  With that, her exotic eyes lock onto mine and she rises up slightly, moving slowly on me, her sex caressing mine luxuriantly. Me eyes I cannot remove from her as she settles into a delightful rhythm, the muscles of her abdomen beneath her soft skin stretching with her every rise, her breasts bouncing gently, making me salivate fer the taste of them, pure pleasure painted across her beautiful face. The expression in me eyes communicates me deep love fer her, and I perceive she sees it as a knowing smile turns up her lips.

  Reciprocating me expression of love, Aislinn leans forwards and places her full lips to mine, kissing me tenderly, as she continues in the natural motions on me which she is so remarkably adept. Leaving me mouth, she gazes into me eyes, and as her breast sways towards me face, I swiftly capture it between me lips, drawing her nipple into me insatiable mouth. She moans softly as I commence to suckling upon her, her hands roaming over me head, stroking me hair, lovingly over me face, down me cheek and jawline.

  I move to her free breast, and she leans back, thrusting it further into me mouth, the long line of her neck a tempting sight, the warmth of her gripping passage speedily propelling me towards final ecstasy. The sound of her repetitive moaning combined with her luscious breast in me mouth soon has the sensations within me body collecting. I recognize the sensation of the pleasure centering in me groin, the pleasurable tension collecting in me testicles, causing them to tighten. Me breath hitched, in the next moment, I sense the force propelling its way through me shaft, eliciting from me a low groan as I experience the release, shooting me hot seed deep within the one woman ever I have loved.

  “Oh, Aislinn! How I love you!”

  Upon receiving the ultimate thrust of me passion deep inside of her, Aislinn moans vocally, her mouth gaping as she looks upon me convulsing beneath her in ecstasy. The knowledge that she has just received the utmost validation of me love overwhelming her, tears begin to form in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she smiles down at me.

  “And you I love, me Donovan! More than you could ever know.” she commences to showering me face with soft kisses. Upon regaining me breath, grasping her petite face between me strong hands I take hold of her mouth, and bestow her with a tender, yet passionate kiss. She gazes at me, and I brush me finger over her face wiping clear the moisture from her tears of joy.

  “I believe I do know it fully, fer you I love just as much, Aislinn.” I tell her, taking her into me arms.

  Chapter Four

  At long last, the day of our wedding had arrived! Upon waking, me mind was whirling with the surrealism of it. So that we would not have to travel such a distance the morn of the nuptials, me parents, Doctor and Missus O’Connor, and I stayed at a boarding house there in Galway.

  I arose from the bed, stretching me lean body tall, and then went down to find something to eat in hopes of settling me anxious stomach. After breakfast, me grandfather assisted me in dressing, giving me sturdy pats of encouragement to calm me nerves.

  “You’ve done well, lad! A finer lass you could not have chosen.
You have made your grandmother and I quite proud!”

  I smiled at him in response, too nervous to utter a word. I sure hope me nervousness calms before I am standing before her, attempting to recite our vows. Though anxious I have been, never did I think I would be so affected by it!

  By late morning, we were heading to the manor of Fergus and Deirdre, where the wedding was to take place. As we pull the carriage up before the manor, somehow all does not seem as I had anticipated. There was no happy bustling going on, not any sign of wedding preparations.

  I exchanged a concerned glance with me parents, and then jumped down from the carriage, heading fer the front door.

  Before me hand was at the knocker, the door swung open and I was met with a distraught Deirdre.

  “Donovan!” she cried, slumping against the doorframe.

  “Deirdre, what is it?” I asked, me eyes analysing her face. “Is it Aislinn?”

  She nodded her head, a sob escaping her.

  I grasped her arms, attempting to shake an answer from her. “Tell me, Deirdre!”

  Her sobs breaking through, she choked out the words, “Aislinn is . . . missing.”

  It felt as though time suspended in that moment. Her words made no sense.

  How could that be? Aislinn is not missing. It is not even possible.

  I searched her face fer some sign she was jesting me, though why she would jest about such a thing, I could not understand.

  “What do you mean, Aislinn is . . . missing?” Now I couldn’t seem to quite get the words out.

  She started sobbing again, more uncontrollably and fortunately her mother walked up just then and took her back into the house to console her. Fergus approached, looking wearily at me frantic expression.

  “Donovan,” he greeted me with a nod of his head.

  “Good day, Fergus,” I reciprocated his congenial gesture, though I scarcely had the patience fer niceties at that moment. “Now can you explain to me what is going on?”