Every part of me began to incinerate. The heat that lately claimed me as its victim completely seized my head, and even my body didn’t quite know what it was doing. It only had one mission.
Donovan.
I want him close.
In every humanly possible way, and perhaps, even the ones that aren’t, I just needed everything I could receive from him.
Donovan also seemed unable to get enough when he captured my face and his mouth attacked mine.
This didn’t feel like a mistake, not even close, it felt like the right place with the right person at the right time.
I could barely breathe when he lifted me and pushed me back against the wall, hard and beastly. I moaned from the pain that was damn exciting.
Cruelly abandoning my mouth, his lips fiercely traveled from my neck down to my clavicle, lightly biting there, and he grabbed my thighs so I could climb on top of him. I did so with pleasure and was completely hot in the essential places. He wedged his hips between my thighs and ruthlessly ground against me, making my center even more wet alongside his partially or fully erect member. This was the most sensationally spectacular moment of my life. I let out an uncontrollable gasp and arched against the wall that kept me from falling, all the while digging my nails into Donovan’s scalp.
He growled, returning to commit the cruel act of murder between my legs, and took my knee so I could open myself more to him, burning through my clothes with each caress of his hand on my body.
I was paralyzed by lust, but at the same time, I felt completely lascivious. My skin crackled with fire and Donovan swallowed hard while watching my completely exposed neck and traveled down to where my nipples were obviously hard and sore against my thin blouse. He was being torturously tempted and couldn’t resist.
Upon meeting his gaze, his eyes were full of a glassy shine and he bit his lip as if contemplating his next move.
He tried to be rational.
And we didn’t have sex when he was rational.
So, I claimed his mouth again, clumsily and desperately. I pressed my thighs into his hips and rubbed where I knew we both needed attention. Donovan moaned against my lips and attempted quite exiguously to stop my hips from moving, until he switched sides and decided to help me with the movement, but more firm, strong, and frenetic.
Needing air, I broke the kiss and inhaled for breath. Donovan groaned disapprovingly of my retreat, ending up confirming that he desired this as much as I did. I caught his expression for a millisecond, looking at me with furrowed brows as if I had just committed a wholly punishable crime.
I’d accept any penalty he wanted to give me without thinking twice.
And I did so when his teeth found the pulse of my throat, licking, biting, and sucking.
“Oh my God.”
How was it physically possible for a human being to feel such levels of arousal? Mine was on another level. Another damn level.
His lips caressed my earlobe and I could hear his agitated breath hitting my burning skin up close. “This isn’t damn common, what you provoke in me… it’s not, Celina. I desire you so much. I need… I need to have you.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, simultaneously as he pulled me away from the wall, aligning our mouths in the process, and walking away from the bathroom.
He slowly and gently laid me on the mattress, his body staying above mine the whole time. The memory of his sudden departure every time we were about to do it terrified me. “Don’t leave this time.”
Sliding his hand under my blouse and quickly squeezing one of my breasts, I arched my back, tightly clutching the sheets beside me.
This was too much.
This was damn hell.
His voice was heavy, hot, and panting. “When is your birthday?”
A bit dazed but still with a body on fire, I looked at him confused. “What?”
He squeezed the tip of my nipple, and the guttural moan that left my throat was inevitable. “Answer me.”
“It was two days ago.”
He stopped his hand and moved away, sitting on his haunches on the bed. “You didn’t say anything.”
I silently cursed myself for having told him. “No, it’s not important.”
“Eh, yes, it is.”
“Fine, it is, now, I want my gift.” My eager hands grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards me.
“It shouldn’t be this way, I don’t want it to be this way, I don’t want you to regret afterwards, and I want you to have a good memory of this.”
I panicked the moment he took steps away from me, so, I tried to reach for him knowing I was partially undressed. I didn’t care, but when I saw Donovan biting his lip to the brink of bleeding, I knew it mattered to him.
“Hey…” I caressed his cheek, “I know I’m a horny teenager when it comes to us and all, but really, I’m in the place I want to be and I want to be with you, Donovan. I don’t care if it’s in a five-star hotel after a dinner or right on the front sidewalk… Well, no, maybe the front sidewalk wouldn’t be a good place because people might see us and I’m too shy for that, but the point is, I’m going to have a damn good memory of this because you’re the first person I genuinely want to do it with and if you don’t want to now, fine, I’ll wait, but don’t doubt that I really want to be with you and…”
He didn’t let me finish when he took control of my body and carried me back to the bed.
“What I don’t want?” he kissed my lips deeply. “God, I’ve been dying to do this since the moment you looked at me as if you wanted to kill me the first time we met.”
Donovan took the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. I heard him swallow hard as he inspected every part of me, focusing on one point, my black lace bra.
“Take it off,” I ordered hoarsely, referring to his shirt while trying with complete necessity to unbutton his pants and lower his zipper.
The damn foreplay was overrated. I was totally ready for him, more than I ever was for anyone else.
When he obeyed, I explored him, feeling the complete magnetism of my skin to his. Donovan slid the strap of my bra and kissed my clavicle, making me moan while searching for more.
I felt his smile against my skin and immediately-without even unbuttoning it-he pulled down the bra, leaving my breasts exposed, and without thinking twice, he took a nipple into his mouth, completely crumbling me with pleasure.
“Christ.”
I shivered, not knowing where to grab to release at least some of the beautiful intensity of the sensation he was causing in me.
But more.
More.
I wanted more.
He turned his attention to my other breast while playing with my nipple with his index finger and thumb.
The room flooded with my gasps, moans, and pleasure.
Stopping sucking my previously aching breasts, he gave me a malicious smile and I felt him unbutton my jeans and then, how he slid the fabric down my legs, caressing my goosebump-covered skin in the process.
“You’re perfect,” he said, kissing a spot near my navel, and I stroked his hair.
“Yeah, my stretch marks say the same,” I replied, hoping he’d take it with humor amid this overwhelming heat wave, but instead, he seized my wrists above my head and made me look him squarely in the eyes.
“You’re with them, so yes, you’re perfect with or without stretch marks, stop undervaluing yourself or at least, don’t do it with me, because in my eyes you’re the most beautiful woman in the damn universe.”
I wanted to cry.
He had just told me the most beautiful thing in the world and I wanted to break down crying, but instead, he gently moved his hand down my waist until he reached the band of my panties, forcing me to release a large mouthful of hot air that had lodged in my lungs.
He placed one of his fingers on my clitoris and I nearly jumped off the bed from the pleasurable sensation building in my stomach.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered more to himself than to me.
Joining another finger to the first, he began to move there, and my body shook to his touch.
It was a total surprise to me when he leaned over, completely removing my panties, and put his head against my thighs.
Embarrassed, I tried to close them and pull away, but he held me there, as if he had anticipated that I wouldn’t fully like the idea of him being in that position.
I was going to continue resisting when he slid his tongue in a circular motion on my thoroughly wet and sensitive flesh, craving attention, I screamed, writhing beneath him, gripping his hair tightly, and swearing nonsensically.
“Perfect,” he said again with his voice unsteady, kissing the inner part of my thigh and returning to the place where I needed him so strongly. He was quick and every so often applied pressure until I felt I was at a totally abysmal point.
Without asking, two fingers thrust into me and my body went completely crazy. He didn’t give more than two thrusts before pulling away. Confused, I looked to where he had gone and he was only trying to remove his pants, clumsy and desperate, I could almost see his hands shaking. When he slid down his pants along with his boxer, leaving his penis completely visible, a thought crossed my mind… how much was it going to hurt?
That was going to tear me in two.
I could start preparing the wheelchair.
And that was no damn exaggeration.
Shawn had a normal penis, but it was not even a third of the one in front of me.
Donovan came back to me and kissed my lips. I cautiously moved my hand down so that my fingers barely brushed the great length of his member, when the guy who was driving me crazy gasped pleadingly and firmly grabbed my wrist stopping me. “If you do that, I’ll finish and I need to be inside you.”
He grabbed my thighs and I felt the tip at my entrance, teasing me, making me beg and when he moved to penetrate me just a little, he stopped.
He looked at me and it seemed he was about to cry. “Condom. I don’t have any.”
I was paralyzed. Damn. How did we forget that?
He started to pull away, but I stopped him. “What are you doing? No…”
“Listen, I’ll take the morning-after pill and, besides, I’m not ovulating, not even close,” I assured, hoping he would consider the idea for my mental and physical well-being.
“That’s not good for you…” he started, but I devoured his mouth stopping him.
He did.
In a single thrust, without gentleness, he entered me, as if that were a great basic need. I threw my head back and he was there. Completely filling me, joining us to such an extent that I felt we were one person.
He didn’t move again, he stayed there, until he connected our eyes. “Was that a scream of pain or…?”
Did I scream? My mind was so blank from the sensation that I couldn’t focus on anything else.
“No, I just… need.” The words were there, but it was hard for me to say them, I could barely breathe. “Move, please.”
He pulled out and went back in forcefully, completely impaling me and making us both moan with pleasure. “You drive me crazy, damn crazy.”
Kissing my neck, he fiercely grabbed my buttock and squeezed it. I did the same with his shoulders, scratching, and I perceived that he liked it because he started to increase the speed. A huge tsunami of pleasure was dragging me and I let myself go with it, not wanting it to leave me.
Immediately I felt how he finished tearing me down, making me enter an incredible level of ecstasy along with Donovan, our screams that came with the release were heart-wrenching. My quite firm stomach began to convulse lightly and there was no way to stop it. I was in damn heaven.
For the first time, I made love.
And it was beautiful.