Chapter 6
chapter
six
Donovan
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“I’m serious. I want to know. Because right now it’s sounding a lot like we both were crushing on each other, and we let other people and imagined conflicts stand in our way.”
That fucking pisses me off. To know that I could have had my KitKat for the last twelve years or more and instead she’s been absent. This gaping hole I could never fill, no matter how hard I trained or how many hours of taped play I watched, didn’t have to be there.
“It was just a crush,” she finally says. “A silly teenage crush.”
I grip her hips and pull her further to the edge of the countertop so I can better wedge my body between her thick thighs. Thighs I want to spend a whole day between, licking and sucking and discovering all the ways to make her moan and scream.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice sounding a little breathless.
“Testing a theory,” I tell her.
Her pupils widen, the black nearly swallowing up the pretty green of her irises. There’s one confirmation for my theory. Now for the next.
I lean closer to her, almost hugging her to my chest. But I press my face against that sweet spot between her collarbone and her neck. I inhale deeply, and fuck me, she smells amazing. My mouth waters and my already hardening dick thickens a bit more. I run my nose up the side of her throat, feeling the beat of her pulse increase as I go.
She wants me.
“Tell me something, KitKat.”
“Hmm?” she asks, leaning into my touch.
“Do you have a boyfriend or anything like that?”
“No.”
I lean back to look into her face. “Excellent.”
She licks her lips. “Why is that excellent?”
“Because now I can do this.” I cup her face, then lower my lips to hers. The first brush is gentle, testing.
But then her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair. I growl and press my tongue against the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance. She complies.
Our kiss becomes desperate. All lips and tongues and teeth. We are ravenous for each other. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling my body closer to hers.
I want to tear all of her clothes off and lick every pale, creamy swath of her skin.
I lift her off the counter and she wraps herself around my body. In this position, I can feel the heat of her core through my athletic shorts. I back her against the refrigerator, giving myself more leverage to simultaneously kiss her and rock my dick across the hidden seam of her pussy.
Her head tilts back against the fridge and I use the opportunity to explore the exposed skin of her neck. I lick and bite, nibbling my way across the sensitive skin. All the while I dry hump her.
The number of times I wanted to do this to her when we were teenagers is limitless. Already she feels damn perfect in my arms. Her plump ass fits perfectly in the palms of my hands.
“Can you feel how badly I want you?” I ask, pressing my hardness to her softness.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you want me too. Tell me I can have you.” I kiss her again trying to tell her with my actions what I can’t say yet with my words.
But then she breaks. She cries out and her body gently quakes its release against me.
“Kathryn,” I breathe her name. “You’re so fucking sexy.” I move us from the kitchen down the hallway to the bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us and then toss her on the bed. I need to see you.” I pull off my shirt and drop it on the floor. Then I grip the obscene tent my erection is making at the front of my shorts.
She leans up on her elbows and watches me. Her lips are swollen my from kisses.
“I’m serious, KitKat. Take off your clothes or I’ll tear them off of you. It’s time for me to get aquatinted with all your pink parts.”
“Are you bossing me around?” she asks.
“We’ve wasted a lot of time, you and me. I don’t want to waste any more.” With that I pull down my shorts, then grip my cock.
“Seriously?” She stares at my dick. “Does your body have to be perfect everywhere?”
I grin. “It’s all for you. Now show me what’s mine.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me but still yanks her shirt over her head. “I don’t know how I feel about Bossy Donovan.”
“How do you feel about Naked Donovan?”
“Maybe we should turn out the lights.”
I frown and look down at myself. “Why?”
“You know I like myself. I’ve worked long and hard to get over all the crap people said about me and my body in high school. But even if I’m proud of my curves and my softness, we don’t match. I mean how many times have we seen it in social media where they go after the fat girl with the fit guy. By society’s standards, we’re a no go.”
I put my knees on the bed and move to her. I cup her face and stare into her eyes. “I do not give any fucks about what anyone has to say about that. It’s complete horse shit as far as I’m concerned. What I do care about is it bothering you.” I grab her hand and press it to my erection.
“You did that. No one else. You’ve been doing that to me since I was a kid. I love your body. I love how soft you are. I want to lose myself in your softness.”
“Just this once,” she says.
I’m not exactly sure what she’s putting the limit on, but that’s a problem for me to deal with later. One step at a time for my girl. I know she’s a little gun shy after her parents’ terrible divorce. So I’ll let her believe that it’s just for this once.
She unhooks her bra, then lays back on the bed. I peel the garment off of her, then stare down at her tits.
“Christ, Kathryn, if I’d known you’ve been hiding these all these years, I would never have gotten anything done.”
She laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
I palm her breasts, thumbing across her hard nipples. She arches up into my touch. I lean forward to lick one and then suck the other into my mouth.
“Donovan.”
I feel like I’ve waited my entire life to hear her say my name that way. As a plea, a prayer.
I spend a few more minutes on her tits, then move down her body. I unbutton and then unzip her denim shorts, then pull them down her hips. She pulls her legs through, then tosses the shorts on the floor. Then she’s just there in a pair of pale yellow cotton panties. No frills, just comfort.
For some reason that makes me smile.
“What?”
“I told you my favorite color was yellow.” Then I see the darker yellow covering her core. She’s soaked through her sweet little panties. I groan and lean forward to press my nose to the wetness. “You’re so wet.”
I breathe her in and the musky sweetness of her previous climax makes my dick even harder. Precum beads and leaks from the tip.
I put my mouth over the spot where I know her needy little button hides. Right over the wetness on the fabric, I suck her.
She makes a wanting noise in her throat.
I’m going to lick her pussy, but first I want to suck on her through her underwear. I lower my body to lay on my stomach between her legs and go back to devouring her.
Her fingers thread through my hair, the sharp tips of her nails scratch my scalp.
She’s writhing under my mouth, and I know she’s getting frustrated, needing more direct contact.
“I know what you need, sexy, don’t you worry.” I pull the drenched yellow fabric to the side and expose her slick, pink folds. “Goddamn it, Kathryn. This is the pussy you’ve been hiding from me all this time. This is my fucking pussy.”
Then I lick all around her clit, teasing her, punishing her for keeping me at bay for so long. I plunge my tongue inside her hot channel and groan at the taste of her. She’s moaning and whining and rocking herself beneath me. Doing anything she can to chase her climax.
Because I can’t wait any longer to get inside of her, I spear two fingers inside her and suck her clit into my mouth. She shatters, crying out my name and tugging on my hair. And fuck if I don’t come right along with her, making a mess on the bed beneath us.