Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Donovan
“I can’t remember the last time I took a bath,” I tell Delia as she wiggles her toes against my palm. “I’ve been missing out.”
“Big time.” She smiles. “It’s soothing, isn’t it?”
“It’s something,” I say as I massage the ball of her foot. “You’re sure your toe is feeling all right.”
“Check it out for yourself.” She points toward it. “It’s almost completely healed.”
I give it a quick once over, and then offer her my professional diagnosis. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s a little crooked.” She sighs. “I think I may have broken it when I was a kid and it healed like that.”
I don’t argue with her by insisting it’s straight because we all see flaws within ourselves that are visible only to us. Diminishing hers by pushing her opinion aside isn’t something I’d ever do.
“How did you hurt it?”
“I went horseback riding on a school trip.”
“That’s a fancy school trip.” I pinch her big toe. “My field trips were mostly to the multitude of museums in the city.”
“Who is fancy now?” She laughs. “It was a ninth grade overnight trip. We went to a ranch near Highland. It was fun.”
The field trip to the town in upper New York State will forever remain one of my fondest memories.
“Until you hurt your toe.”
“Even then.” She sighs. “I had my first kiss on that trip.”
I’d pry for more details but it’s her memory to share if she wants. If or when that happens is up to her.
“Do you remember your first kiss?” she asks. “I’ll bet it was way before you were in ninth grade.”
I skim a hand over my face. “The wager for this bet would be what?”
“You choose the wager.”
That’s dangerous because right now there’s only one thing I want and it’s more time with her. It hardly matters since according to my mom I had my first kiss when I was twelve. I likely don’t remember it because I’ve kissed many women since then.
“Sit on my lap, Delia.”
“That’s the wager?” Her head falls back in laughter. The ends of her hair skim the remaining bubbles in the tub. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“You win the bet,” I say. “I was twelve. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like.”
The smile on her face drops into a frown. “You don’t?”
“No,” I admit. “I’ll never forget kissing you, though.”
She finally gives in to my request and slides through the water to crawl into my lap. I’ve been semi-hard since we got into the tub, but the silkiness of her wet skin pressed against mine stirs my cock even more.
She runs her pussy along the length of it, closing her eyes as she does. “You have a beautiful cock.”
“Beautiful?” I ask before I kiss her neck.
“Big and beautiful,” she clarifies. “When I felt it in my mouth, it was just…”
I kiss her to stop the next word before it leaves her tongue. Everything she says to me is being drilled into my memory so deep that it will haunt me forever. I need it. Hell, I’m craving it all but it’s so much. It’s almost too much to bear knowing that when we get back to New York, she’ll pick up the life waiting for her and I’ll do the same with the daily routine I’ve set for myself.
“It feels so good when you fuck me,” she whispers. “So, so good.”
I inch her back just enough that the crown rests at her entrance. One jerk forward and I’d be sliding into her.
She moves then, ever so slightly as if she’s inviting me in. “I love how you fuck me, Donovan.”
I love how it feels to fuck her, to be in the same room with her, to breathe the air she does. Hell, I feel honored to walk this earth during her lifetime.
I must have done something worthwhile to be granted this experience; this time with her.
She moans as my cock slips into her. The rawness of it, the heat from the water and the look in her eyes is all I need to move just enough that I’m fully inside her tight little pussy.
She rocks against me, fucking me slowly. “Ah, yes. It’s so fucking good.”
I stare at her face, watching her eyelids flutter shut as she ups her pace.
My hips start to move. Small waves crash against our legs as we fuck each other.
“Delia,” I whisper her name even though I don’t want this moment to end. I’m so fucking close to coming already. So goddamn close to blowing my load inside of her. “Delia.”
Our eyes meet and realization hits her immediately. “No condom.”
I nod. “No condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she reminds me as she pulls back slightly. “I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I tell her as I stare into her eyes. “Tell me to stop if it’s what you need.”
“I want to feel...” Her voice trails. “I want to keep feeling what I’m feeling now.”
I want that too, but forever.
Her hands move to my shoulders. She digs her fingernails into my skin. “Why is it this good?”
“Our bodies were made for each other,” I whisper the words without thinking. “I was made to fuck you.”
Her eyes widen. Desire swims in them. “So do it.”
I want more so I haul her to her feet, press her against the wall surrounding the tub and enter her from behind.
She cries out as soon as I’m buried balls deep.
I take her hard with a furious need that I can’t control. I reach around to her clit, fingering it because I know it’ll send her over the edge.
It does.
She comes around my cock, her pussy pulsing as I push deeper and deeper still and as soon as the unmistakable rush of desire runs through me, I pull out and shoot my load all over her ass.