The Good One (The Ones)

“Me too,” he says. “Well, obviously I’m not on the pill, but I’m clean.” We both chuckle a little. Okay, we’re doing this.

“I can’t tell you how honored I am that you trust me enough and want to share yourself like this. I’m amazed by you, Kasey.” Not the dirty talking I was expecting, but I love seeing his softer side, too.

“Now give me your pussy, baby. I need to feel you.”

Ah, there it is.

I lift up and slowly sink down onto him. Oh. My. Fuck.

“Holy shit, Kasey, you feel so good. I can barely move or I’m going to come.” He breathes in and I see him straining. I lean down and kiss him open-mouthed. He grabs the back of my head and deepens the kiss. I slowly roll my hips as I sit back up while he bites his bottom lip, still struggling to gain control.

I do it again and again as his movements speed up, meeting me thrust for thrust. I guess he found that control he was looking for. He slams into me from below, sweat dripping down his temples as he holds my hips.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. I wanna see your tits bouncing.”

See, breast man. I feel myself getting close. I can’t believe how amazing this feels with nothing between us. I thought it just felt better for guys, but damn, this is insane. I start to rub my clit again, but he pushes my hand away, taking over.

“This orgasm is mine,” he tells me. I’m not going to argue with that. My pussy begins to flutter and I know I’m about to come.

“I feel that, baby. Come all over my cock.” I can’t control my scream as I pulse around his cock, my orgasm setting off his own, the pleasure so intense we’re lost in it for a few moments. We’re a sweaty mess as I collapse onto his chest, but I couldn’t care less.

“Damn, Kasey. That was probably the most intense thing I’ve ever felt before,” he says, out of breath, kissing the crown of my head.

“It just gets better and better with you, Donovan,” I tell him, looking into his eyes with my chin propped on his chest. He smiles softly at me, running his finger through my hair.

“Kasey, I want you to know that I don’t even think about other women. Ever since I saw you at Club Noir, I knew I wanted you to be with me and only me. I want you to know it’s just you and will only be you.”

Oh my. Yes, please.

“Me neither, Donovan. Just you. I’m in this all the way with you.” I lean up and kiss him. When I pull back, he has a blinding smile on his face.

“How about a quick shower before I start dinner?” he asks me.

“How about a long bath in that amazing tub instead? I can wait for food.”

“Even better.” He gets up to start the bath and I watch his amazing ass flex as he walks to the bathroom. Goddamn, I am one lucky woman. I get up as the bathtub is about full and steam is billowing out of the faucet. Donovan turns off the tap and gets in, leaning back and sighing with contentment.

“Get that delicious ass in here, beautiful.”

So bossy. I’m not saying I don’t like it, though. I sit between his spread thighs and lean back against his smooth chest, sighing as well. It’s been so long since I’ve let myself enjoy a bath. I have a feeling taking a bath with Donovan is going to be much more enjoyable than ones I take by myself. We sit in comfortable silence, just letting the hot water relax us. He drips some body wash into his hand and begins rubbing my shoulders and pushing me forward a bit so he can rub up and down my back as well. When he finishes there, I lean back and his hands move to my breasts, massaging the soap over my tender nipples. I hiss a little at the contact.

“Sorry, I guess I get a little overzealous when I have these perfect nipples in my mouth. I can’t seem to stop myself from taking a little bite.” He playfully bites my neck. I laugh and squirm in his lap, feeling him getting harder with my movements.

“Uh-oh. Look what you’ve done now,” he tells me, pushing his semi-hard erection against my backside, making me giggle.

“I’m just sitting here enjoying this pervy bath. I can’t help it if you can’t control yourself.”

We’re both laughing now. He’s just so much damn fun to be around, no matter what we’re doing.

“When it comes to you, my control goes straight out the window. Are you complaining?”

I turn my head and look him in the eye. “Not at all.”

I lean in and give him a wet kiss, proving how much I don’t mind. We make out for a few minutes in the tub, just enjoying the hot water and the playful kisses. Soon I’m getting worked up, wanting more than kisses. I turn around so we are chest to chest, kneeling over his thighs with his now completely hard erection between us. His hand goes under the water and finds my sensitive clit. I’m running my pussy over his length and he’s rubbing my clit as we’re getting water all over the floor. He laughs at the mess we’re making.

“Fuck, baby, I need you to come before we flood the bathroom,” he says, kissing me. A few more strokes and I’m there, moaning loudly into his mouth. He slows his fingers, bringing me down, and leans back to watch my face.

“I love seeing the pleasure I give you all over your face.” He’s looking at me adoringly. I smile and lean in to kiss him softly.

“I love that you can put it there so easily.” The look of satisfaction on his face makes me laugh a little. The bath is starting to cool, so I figure this is a good time to get dressed and get dinner started. We head downstairs and he preps steak and potatoes for the grill while I chop veggies for the salad. Another thing I can do without messing it up too bad.

The man makes a mean steak, I’ll give him that, and I eat every last bite. We sit outside and enjoy the cool spring night cuddled up on a chaise lounge with a blanket over us.

“My brother and I used to love coming here when we were teenagers. We would sit on this porch, not cuddling because that would be weird, and talk to each other about everything. We were best friends. At least till college.” Donovan sounds sad at the admission, like it’s something he misses.

“What happened in college?”

“We just took different paths. I was serious about my studies and he… wasn’t. We’re a few years apart, so by the time he got to UPenn, I was on my way out. When I went to work for my dad, he thought I became some boring suit who cared too much about reputation to have fun.”

Donovan is looking at the stars, but I don’t think he really sees them, too lost in thought to concentrate on any one thing.

“I know all about losing that relationship with a sibling. It’s hard to get back, but I have no doubt you could if you wanted to. Not that I’m really one to give advice. My sister and I still aren’t close like we used to be.”

“Yeah, maybe. One day. I just wish… I don’t know what I wish.” He lets out a sigh and kisses the top of my head.

The stiffness in his posture tells me there’s more to the story, but he isn’t ready to share it. That’s okay. Of course, the reporter in me wants to push a little, but I learned a long time ago to put that side of me away when it comes to personal relationships. No one likes being grilled about things they don’t want to talk about. Donovan and I have plenty of time to get to know each other more. I have to be patient and when he’s ready, he’ll talk to me about it. We’ve come so far in such a short time, I can understand not being comfortable putting everything on the table just yet. I can’t force him to trust me with all his secrets, but hopefully soon he’ll know he can.