by Marchman, AC
“Enough!” he growls and steps out of his pants. He slips his socks off, then helps me step out of my crumpled dress. I start to take off my silver pumps when he says, “No, keep them on.” His eyes are filled with primal, raw desire, all for me. I keep the shoes on as he stands me in front of the bed. He instructs me to sit down and then lay back, with my legs off the bed and feet on the floor. I look up at the ceiling, and I’m shocked to see it’s mirrored! I’m looking at myself, almost completely naked, and Donovan glances up and winks at me. I blush crimson and cover my face. I hear him chuckle at me.
“Relax, baby. It’s not like I’m recording this, unless you want me to.”
“Oh, no! Don’t do that!” I panic. No, please, anything but that.
“Silly girl. I wouldn’t do that to you, now, hold still.” He leans over me and tugs at my ear with his teeth. His mouth on me gets my blood pumping, and my back arches towards him. Donovan’s tongue swirls deliciously down my neck and collarbone. I start feeling the familiar ache in my loins, and my pelvis instinctively bucks up.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” He slowly swirls his tongue around my nipple, causing me to groan.
My back bows, begging him with my body to make love to me. I feel his erection rub against my leg, making me instantly wet. Donovan continues with his tongue on my nipples, his hands holding them up. “You have perfect breasts. The right size for my hands.” I moan and hold onto his hair.
“Baby, I want to take my time with you. Let me enjoy you.” Donovan moves his amazing lips down to my belly and around my navel. He leaves kisses all over me, making me incredibly hot and bothered. He stands up, grabs the sides of my panties and yanks them down to my knees.
I lift my feet off the floor, so he can slide them all the way off. Then Donovan kneels on the floor and pushed my thighs apart. I pant, waiting with anticipation. He nips the inside of my thighs, working his way back north. I claw at the sheets and throw my head back, going insane with want and desire. “Oh, fuck!” I breathe.
Donovan takes one of my legs and lifts it onto his shoulders. Then, slowly, he slides one of his fingers inside me. I gasp and grip the sheets tighter. He takes his thumb and rubs my now aching clit, causing me to squirm. The feeling is incredible, and it makes me want him inside me, right now. He continues for a minute before he replaces his finger with that magic tongue of his. I say his name, unable to hold back. Donovan takes his hands and pushes the backs of my thighs up, giving him better access.
That wonderful pressure starts building up inside me as his tongue flicks up and down, slow, then fast. I glance at the mirror above me, and it’s so…hot. The sight of him between my legs pushes me over the edge, and I climax, grabbing his hair, shaking and moaning, “Oh, God!”
I lift up on my elbows, and Mr. Sex sits up to look at me. He licks his lips, my arousal glistening on them. He stands, and I see his huge dick bulging out of his boxer briefs. He’s so sexy, I almost can’t stand it. My breathing starts to slow as I come down from my sexual high.
Donovan lies beside me on the bed, on his side so he can face me. “You ready for me now?”
I nod, unable to speak any words. He gives me a half smile, and in a swift movement, grabs me and pulls me on top of him. “Grab a condom out of the nightstand.”
I lean over and get a small foil packet and open it. “Put it on me,” he orders softly as he runs his hands over my body.
“Uhh…” I stutter. I’ve never put a condom on a guy before. “I don’t know how.” My face feels hot, and I become overwhelmingly embarrassed.
“Just put it on and roll it down, all the way.” His eyes are a dark blue, and his lashes are long.
I’ve never noticed how sexy lashes can be until this moment.
I do as I’m told and find it’s not that hard. After I finish, Donovan pulls me down, so we are face to face. “Now, baby doll, show me you want me.”
At those words, I kiss him fiercely, forcing his mouth open with my tongue. I straddle his waist and feel the swell of his own arousal under me. I take my hand, grab a hold of him and sink onto him. Donovan lets out a sexy low growl and says, “Now, move.”
I sit up, lay my hands on his stomach and start slowly. He completely fills me to my brim, and the pleasure of having him in me bites of pleasure and pain. As I get used to the feeling, my rhythm becomes just slightly faster. Donovan grabs my hips and rolls his eyes back in his head.
To see him come so undone under me excites the hell out of me, so I take charge and begin sliding up and down on him even harder.
Donovan suddenly sits up so we are nose to nose again. He wraps his arms around my back, and I put mine around his neck. His thrusts meet mine, and I feel myself start to quiver, and seconds later, another mind blowing orgasm. Three more thrusts and he says, “Oh, fuck!” and finds his release as well.
We sit there facing each other for a while, Donovan still inside me, throbbing. I try to gasp for air and slow my rapid heartbeat. I feel his pulse doing the same. He lays back and takes me with him, his strong arms hugging me tightly, his sweet lips kissing my forehead. I look down on this beautiful man and wonder what I did to deserve him? I think of Matt and I frown. Why does he have to enter my mind at the worst moments?
“What’s wrong?” Donovan whispers, concern etching his handsome face.
“Nothing really. I just don’t know if I deserve you, that’s all,” I say quietly. Do I really deserve this man? He is so good, so perfect, and well, I’m not.
“How can you honestly say that to me?” Donovan’s brow furrows. “You are completely worthy.
I’m the one that is not deserving of you.”
“I have a past. It’s not a good one, either. When those reporters find out who I am and start digging up dirt on me, you will be humiliated.” Unwelcome tears sting my eyes as I roll off Donovan and lay on my back with my arm over my face. He rolls over on his side, takes his hand, and rubs my arm.
“Allie, you forget who you are talking to here.” He rests his head on my shoulder. “I have enough drama to last a lifetime.”
I roll onto my side and gaze into my man’s blue eyes. I feel as though he can look straight into my soul. He runs his fingers along my cheek to catch a stray tear. I sigh loudly; I know he’s right. I want to confess my heart to this man, but it seems so soon. I don’t want to hold back, but I don’t know if I can let my walls down completely yet. I am going to try.
“Do you remember when I told you I have only had sex with one guy?“
“Yes…I remember.” He cocks his eyebrow up at me, with a look of where the hell are you going with this?
I take a deep breath and continue. “It was with my boyfriend from high school, Matt Bowman.
He was one of the popular guys. He played football and baseball, SCA, all that shit. He was a year ahead of me. We started dating when I was a junior.” I shake my head. “There was no sex or anything at first. We took things slow at my request, and he seemed to be okay with it." I roll my eyes. "Of course I found out later he was fucking his ex girlfriend the entire time. People tried to tell me, but I didn't want to hear it." I rub my temples, trying to fight the headache I feel coming on.
Donovan cocks his head on his hand, intently listening to every word I’m saying. It’s so nice to have someone listen to me.
“When we got together, he had just broken up with a girl named Holly. I mean, like a day later.
That’s the girl he was screwing behind my back. I had a crush on him since middle school, so I didn’t even care if I was a rebound relationship.” I fight back the hatred I feel toward him. “He took me out the next weekend to a movie and pizza, and we really seemed to hit it off. Do you want to hear this?” I eye him to make sure he wants me to continue.
Donovan nods, his blue eyes boring into me, and it makes my heart flutter. I turn my head back over and stare at the ceiling, my reflection staring back at me.
“We did a lot of bad shit. The first time I got drunk and high was with
him, but it was fun at the time.” I giggle, which is totally inappropriate at the moment. “After he graduated that June, we were still going out. I was going into my senior year, applying to colleges and studying. I had my shit together, you know? He was going to a local community college for mechanics.” I breathe in deeply, trying to recount the memories that stain my mind.
“He started hanging out with some guys from his classes during the summer. They were wanna-be thugs, I guess, the type of people that you get a bad vibe around, that give you the creeps.”
I shiver at the thought of that crew. “Their names were, get this, T-Dogg and Cleatus. I’m pretty sure those were nicknames.” My voice is dripping with sarcasm and disgust.
Donovan rubs his hand along my belly, giving me goose bumps. “You don’t have to continue, if you don’t want to.”
“I know, but I want to be open and honest with you, and I want you to hear it from me and not from someone else.” I look at this angel that God has sent to me, and my heart sinks. I know he will be upset or disappointed in me. Will he want to see me anymore after I tell him this? I decide to try to keep going.
“Well, Matt became really close to these guys, and I hardly saw him anymore. I went by his house one night in July, completely fed up with him not returning my texts or calls. He still lived at his parents’ house. When I pulled up, I saw his parents were gone, but his buddies were there.” A surge of anger rolls through me as I relive the memory of that night. Donovan’s hand stays on me.
“I banged on the door, and Matt answered, stoned and drunk. He dragged me in and started yelling at me. He was just screaming, saying I never gave him any, and he had blue balls.” The tears start to build up in my eyes.
“All of a sudden, he knocks me to the ground, and in front of his friends. They just sat there, doing nothing but laughing at me. It was so embarrassing,” I trail off. I take a deep breath and exhale. “He had never laid his hands on me before.”
I hear him suck in air through his teeth, and I can tell he’s pissed off. It breaks my heart, knowing I’m the one that made him so angry.
“I think I’m done talking about it for now.” I rolled back on my side to face him. I don’t really want to talk about it anymore. Donovan is still clinging to my words, and he strokes my hair.
“I’m so sorry he hurt you, baby, and I know you will tell me, when you’re ready. I won’t push you.” He kisses me on my nose. “And just so you, I really don’t think anything you tell me about your past will ever drive me away from you.”
I snuggle up to him, and he envelopes me with his arms, again making me feel safe. The skin to skin contact makes me tingle, and I start to plant small kisses on his chest. He must be feeling the tingling too, because we soon become hands and lips. We begin again, having mind blowing sex. It’s a cure all for me.
I wake up and stretch. I look over, and Donovan is cuddled up to me, his face in my back and his hands on my breasts. “Good morning, baby doll,” Donovan almost purrs in my ear.
“Good morning to you too, love,” I say sleepily.
“You know, I really like when you call me ‘love.’” Donovan nuzzles my neck. “It’s adorable.”
“I think it’s pretty cute too but maybe not as cute as you,” I nudge him with my elbow.
Donovan playfully swats my butt, and I yelp. He’s so fun to be around. I enjoy his company so much. I need to tell him what happened in my past, but it’s a little too heavy this early in the morning.
“What do you want to do today?” Donovan stands and stretches, making all the muscles in his back flex. “Do you have any plans, or can I be assured you will be with me?”
“So, you’re off work today?” I sit up on my elbow and drink in the view of his perfect body. His muscles are so toned and incredibly sexy. Will I ever tire of this man in all his glory?
“Yeah, I took the day off.”
“Well, I need to go home to get some clothes. I didn’t think to grab any. Unless you want me to wear the dress out today?”
“I’d prefer you wear nothing at all.” Donovan turns around quickly and pounces on me, making me lose my balance, and we fall back. He wraps his arms around me so my hands are pinned by my sides. I can’t help but to giggle and try to break free. “Struggling is pointless, baby.” He kisses me passionately, digging his morning erection into my thigh.
“Well, that was unexpected.” I say as Donovan releases me, too quickly for my taste. He gives me a wickedly delicious grin.
“I love waking up to you. It’s has definite advantages,” he says with a megawatt grin.
“Waking up next to you has one really big advantage.” I look down at his waist and notice his morning wood hasn’t gone away. I bring my eyes back to his face, and his blue eyes have a look saying ‘Oh yeah I’m fucking you now.’ And before I know it, we are tangled in the sheets again, our bodies sliding against each other.
“God, you are an animal,“ Donovan says in between licks and kisses.
“Make love to me, then fuck me until I can‘t see straight.” I can’t believe I just said that, but at this point, that’s exactly what I need. I need Donovan to show me love then give me white hot sex.
Donovan cups my breasts and tugs at my nipples. “Is that what you want, baby? Because that is exactly what you’re going to get.” My pelvis starts moving up and down, wishing he would put himself inside. As if he can read my thoughts, he leans over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. I snatch it from him, rip it open, and slide it on him.
“Whoa, baby. You really do need to be fucked.” His eyes are wide as he watches me roll it down his shaft.
He doesn’t waste time and slowly sinks inside me, making me gasp. The full feeling is so amazing. The way he stretches me is indescribable, and I scratch my nails down his back.
He lets me get used to the feeling of him expanding me, then he starts to pull out and back in again, slowly. I wrap my legs around his back so he can go even deeper. Soon he’s pumping harder and faster. I groan his name and suddenly explode all around him, unable to contain my orgasm.
Donovan waits until my body stops quivering, then says, “Roll over, baby, because now it’s time to fuck you until you can‘t see straight.”
Wow, holy shit. I comply and roll onto my stomach.
“Ass up, face down,” Donovan orders.
I jut out my backside and lay with my chest and face on the bed. Donovan grabs my hips and slams into me.
“Fuck!” I scream. He goes even deeper this way, and it is almost painful. Donovan is more gentle with the second thrust, letting me get used to him again. He keeps a hold of my hips and thrusts into me again and again. I feel that pressure again, so wound up with the need to release.
“Come for me.” Donovan commands, and like a slave to his body, I do as I’m told. I feel myself tighten around him and unable to control my body from shaking. Donovan thrusts one more time, then comes, pulsating deep inside me. Donovan pulls out, leaving me empty, and falls on the bed beside me. “You know, you are going to make me totally addicted to you. You’re my drug, and I can’t get enough,” he says, breathlessly.
I pull my long brown hair out of my face and stare at him, completely and happily spent. “I think the feeling is mutual, Dr. Callahan. I might need rehab.”
“Now that we are both good and thoroughly fucked, let’s go take a shower.” Donovan stands and unrolls the condom. He offers his hand to me. I scoot to the edge of the bed, and I start to feel sore from all the sex we have had. I winch as I get up, and I see Donovan smirk. “Now, you will remember all day that I’ve laid claim there, that you are mine.”
We walk to the bathroom and into the double shower, but Donovan only turns one on. He pulls me close under the warm water and nuzzles my hair, inhaling the smell of sex that comes off of me. I wrap my arms around his waist and interlock my hands at his back. We let the water rain down on us. We stand there in our embrace for what seems like a long time. My head rests on his chest, and I l
isten to his heart. Donovan’s chin rests on top of my head. It’s so relaxing just being together like this. I never want that feeling to go away.
“Are you ready to graduate this Saturday?” Donovan breaks the silence.
“I guess so. In all honesty, I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been kind of preoccupied with something.”
“Hmm. I wonder with what?” Donovan chuckles, and it makes my head vibrate.
“I haven’t the slightest, Doc.” I move my index finger in circles across his chest.
“Well, it is two days away. I’m taking you out and buying you a dress to wear for the big day.”
“But, Donovan…” I start, looking at him through the running water. He puts his index finger on my lips.
“Absolutely no but’s. It’s a graduation present. Deal with it,” Donovan says in an authoritative manner, one not to be questioned. I’m defeated, so I just say, “Thank you,” and stand on my toes to kiss him.
“That’s more like it. Now let’s wash. The water is going to get cold.” We take turns using his Issey Miyake body wash. God, it smells so good, so Donovan. Watching him washing me is so freaking erotic. Actually, everything he does is sexy: the way he walks, the way he says my name, the way he looks at me. He lathers his hands again and rubs the body wash all over me. The touch of his hands light me on fire. “Just want to make sure you’re clean, baby doll.”
Donovan grins, showing me his perfect smile.
“Yes, because apparently, I am a very dirty girl.” I wink at him as I start squeezing the soap into my hands. I lather, working the soap into a foam, and rub my hands over his chest and sculpted abdomen.
“You know, if we keep this up, we’re going to go at it again.” Donovan’s voice is low and husky, giving me those familiar goose bumps, even under the warm water.
“I think I’m okay with that.” I bite my bottom lip, getting turned on by the very thought of him taking me in the shower. Since I have almost no experience with guys, everything we do is like a first to me, and this is something I’ve always wanted to try.
