“Wait,” she gasps. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Help me,” she pleads, struggling with her clothes.
I toss her tee shirt followed by her bra to the floor and watch as she stares back at me. I have to close my eyes from the sight of her excited nipples beading under my gaze, which she notices and brings her hands up to cover them before she starts rubbing over them with her fingers. My dick surges against my sweats knowing what it fuckin’ wants.
Before she can blink, I have my tee shirt off and my sweats around my thighs and then her hand lands on my straining length. I nearly lose it as my hips arch in to her touch.
She caresses back and forth, wiping the head with her thumb. I grind my molars while trying to stay loaded because she’s making me want to come all over her generous breasts. I’m sure it’s every man’s fantasy or dirty dream to fuck his girl’s boobs. To play with her nipples while squeezing her breasts around his shaft as he rocks between the luscious softness that only he has access to.
Fuck!
I knock her hand away and breathing heavily through my nose desperate to come, I press down on my balls. This is supposed to be about my girl, but somehow we’ve gone off track.
Hoping I manage to keep it together long enough to pleasure her, I lie down between her legs. “Be careful with your foot and just keep your arm resting against the lounger.”
“Hmm.”
Smiling, I dip down and catch her scent before using my tongue to part her silken folds.
I growl.
“You taste good.”
Pointing my tongue, I glide between her neither lips, aiming for her most secret depths. It makes me feel so damn excited knowing she’s letting me go where no one else has been before. Knowing my cock is going to be buried in her tight heat as soon as she’s back on her feet is making me burn up. I’ve never been with a virgin before, and knowing it’s the girl that I’m in love with does weird things inside me.
Swirling my tongue around her entrance, I finally get a taste of her essence and my balls pull in tight to my body. So not good. But I can’t slow down.
She writhes under my onslaught. Feeling so close to my own release, I insert my finger as my tongue laves her clit and start to massage along her walls. Feeling her legs quiver and small gasps escape her mouth, I rub against the bundle of nerves and take all of her release in my mouth as hot spurts of cum shoot out of dick in my own release.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mara
When Donovan carried me out back and laid me down on here, I hadn’t planned for us to get carried away. Poor, Donovan though, he’d planned the perfect romantic evening for us for after my brother’s wedding and I ended up nearly killing myself. Just my luck.
Once I’m back on my feet I’m going to make it up to him, but right now having the man I’m in love with resting his face on my pussy is turning me on again—so much. I’m exhausted from the orgasm he’s just given me, but my body wants more. I have a feeling my heart and body will always want more of him. He treats me like a princess, which will change, but while I’m laid up I’m willing to sit back, or rather lie back and let him.
I need to finish him off though—I’m not selfish. He must be in pain suppressing his need. So with that in mind, I use my good arm and try to pull him up my body, but he doesn’t budge. “Donovan. I need you up here.”
He lifts his head and slowly crawls up me, kissing each breast. “T
hese are beautiful.”
“They’re too big.”
“Like hell. They’re just the right size. One day I’m going to fuck your breasts.”
My eyes widen in shock. I know I’m a virgin and read erotica genre in books, but hearing Donovan come out with something surprises me. I have wondered about it after reading it, and the thought makes me want to tell him to get his dick up here and to straddle my chest. He’s so dirty and I’m getting frustrated as hell that he won’t make love to me. I understand why, and I understand that he wants to make it special for me. But doesn’t he understand that just being with him—that he’s the guy—is special. There are a lot of things I want to try out and one of them is to be taken up against a wall in public. I don’t mean with an audience, but where there is a risk of us being caught. It sounds hot and gets me excited every time I think about it.
“What are you thinking about? You’re eyes have darkened with lust again and your hips are moving with a mind of their own.”
“I’m thinking that my guy is dirty and that I want to get down and dirty with him. But you need to deflower me first because I’m getting desperate to have you inside me. I’ve seen and touched you, and know how big you are and I clench wanting you sliding in and out of me.”
“Fuck me, Mara,” he growls. “We need to get dressed before the guys and girls get here.
“We’re having visitors?”