Chapter Twenty-Five
The following morning Phoebe was woken by Donovan hugging her from behind as he kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts. Feeling his stiffened cock pressing against the back of her thighs, she whimpered softly and salaciously wriggled her hips.
“Good morning,” he whispered, moving his mouth to her ear. “Are you ready for me? Damn, you sure are,” he added, moving an arm down her body and pushing his fingers between her legs.
As he presented his stiffened cock to her entrance she let out a cry, then groaned as he thrust inside her. He began to stroke, slowly at first, then gained momentum as their arousal took hold.
“You feel so damn good,” he grunted, pinching her nipples as he pumped.
“I love this,” she whimpered, “I love this so much.”
He paused, but only for a teasing moment, then pressed his fingers against her clit and resumed his urgent thrusting.
“Are you getting close?” he murmured, his breath hot in her ear.
“I am…please don’t stop.”
But he did.
Pulling out, he quickly positioned her on all fours and roamed his hands over her bottom.
“You’ll do as you’re told, right, Princess?” he exclaimed as he began slapping his flattened palm from cheek to cheek.
“Yes, yes, I will,” she cried. “I swear. I will.”
Abruptly plunging his hardness back into her warmth, he vigorously stroked, landing a stinging smack every few seconds. When she threw back her head and caught her breath, he felt his orgasm looming.
“Now! Come for me now!” he commanded, gripping her waist as he plunged in and out of her soaked sex.
As she wailed out her pleasure his climax seized him, sending sparkling spasms shuddering through his body. When they finally waned leaving him spent and breathless, he flopped on the bed beside her.
* * *
Floating on a shimmering cloud and her body tingling, Phoebe curled up against Donovan and nestled her head in the hollow of his shoulder. As his arm came around her, she closed her eyes and silently thanked the heavens. She had no idea how long she’d been drifting in the contented haze, but when his phone rang and he moved to answer it she groaned in disappointment. He told the caller to hold on, then kissed her quickly, slipped from the bed, pulled on his robe and left the room. Glancing at the clock she couldn’t believe it was almost ten.
“I knew I was tired, but jeez,” she mumbled, climbing from the bed and moving into the bathroom.
As she showered she expected Donovan to join her, but he didn’t appear until she’d dried off and was in the bedroom dressing.
“That took a long time,” she remarked as he walked up and hugged her.
“Yeah, there was a lot to talk about.”
“I assume it was Sam.”
“Yep, and you’re going to the party as a cascading chandelier.”
“A cascading chandelier?” she repeated, then started laughing. “How can I possibly be a chandelier?”
“You will be absolutely brilliant, no pun intended,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’ll be positively dazzling,” she exclaimed, then giggling, she added, “I’ll light up the place when I walk in.”
“We could go down this path forever, but I need a shower. I’ve ordered breakfast and I’ll fill you in on the details while we eat.”
As he walked away she wanted to follow him and stand wrapped in his arms under the hot water, but resisting the temptation, she ambled into the living room and stared out the window. It was a glorious day. The sun was shining and puffy clouds floated across the sky. The cottage had a private back patio, and she was about to step outside when she heard the telltale knock. Breakfast had arrived. Walking quickly through the living area, she opened the door.
“Good morning,” the waiter said with a smile as he pushed in the trolley. “Would you like me to set up the dining table?”
“Yes, please.”
“Excellent, I’m starving,” Donovan exclaimed as he strode into the room. “I hope there’s plenty of coffee.”
“Yes, sir, and there’s more cream in the minibar if you need it.”
Donovan had combed his wet hair back from his forehead, and staring up at his handsome face, Phoebe felt a swell of emotion.
Like a bolt of lightning, it hit her.
For the first time in her life she knew what it meant to fall helplessly, madly, and passionately in love.
* * *
The waiter had left, and Donovan was lifting the lids off the plates when he realized Phoebe was standing across the room staring at him.
“Are you going to join me?” he asked jokingly, but seeing her serious expression his grin quickly faded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied as she started moving towards him. “Why do you think there’s something wrong?”
“You look like a deer in headlights, that’s why. Are you worried about tonight? If you’re getting cold feet—”
“No, I’m not—not at all,” she said hastily, interrupting him. “I’m really looking forward to it.”
“So…what’s bothering you?”
“I should call my mother and let her know I’m here.”
“Then call her.”
“I’ll eat first. I’m hungry and I don’t want the hot food getting cold.”
Though he knew there was something else on her mind he decided not to push, but as she was about to sit down he felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest. Quickly stepping to her side he brought her into his arms.
“I’ve got your back,” he murmured, holding her tightly. “If there’s anything you need, anything you want to talk about…I’m here for you. And Phoebe, I mean anything.”
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why did you say that? Why are you here for me? Why anything I need?”
Her pointed questions floated in the air like an unfamiliar, pleasant aroma. For a moment he was baffled, then as a strange prickling sensation moved through his body the answer came to him.