Tango #3
Donna had never orgasmed from intercourse until then.
What had he done differently to cause it?
Had it been his eyes staring so deeply into hers that it made the act more intimate, more connecting?
She hadn’t been able to look away, even though during it felt as though he could see her soul and he could feel every thought, every emotion she had.
It had felt almost as though he was emotionally violating her somehow.
And how he’d held her hands the entire time, it was a combination of a sweet gesture and a sensation that he held her down and held her in place.
The implications of that were thrilling.
His length and girth filled her perfectly.
He rubbed all the right places, immediately driving her crazy, crazy excited, excitedly wanting him to thrust faster and harder, which he denied her until the end.
So every move he made left her silently begging for more.
And when he did give her what she needed, she exploded in orgasmic fury, a wave washing through her that made her nearly black out.
She’d only been with three men in her life: the fathers of her children. She wasn’t promiscuous, like her sister believed. And sex with them had never been as intense as what she’d just experienced.
Elijah was conceived in the back seat of her high school boyfriend’s car.
Like all high school girls, she thought it was true love and that it would last. But the adult responsibility of a child ended that romance quickly.
Davis Sullivan was out of their lives and enjoying a normal college life before Elijah turned three months old.
He’d been there for the birth and after seeing the miracle of a child coming into the world, refused to sexually touch her again.
She knew now, as an adult, that he was too immature to handle not only the sight of the baby’s head coming out of her but the responsibility of parenthood.
Jayden’s birth resulted from a crush on a neighborhood bad boy.
She confused fun and being in a carefree relationship with love.
Dante White said all the right things. He lavished her with attention and distracted her from the burden of being a single teenage mother.
She acted out in a way she never had, drinking and partying with a fun group of people who accepted her for who she was and challenged her to embrace living outside of the expected behavior she was raised with.
But that rebellious side of Dante extended to resisting responsibility, specifically his after creating a child.
He didn’t even offer to pay for half of the abortion, not that Donna considered one.
He was just gone from her life with no real ending to what Donna discovered was a not real relationship.
She didn’t even put his name on the birth certificate.
Jeriah’s father, Ronnie Hess, hurt Donna the worst. She met him at the neighborhood park.
He was a single dad who also brought his son there to play.
She resisted expanding their relationship past parents who chatted while their kids played for months.
He too said all the right things. He portrayed himself as a caring dad, a good person, and a stable partner.
She discovered later that he was none of those things.
But at the time, Donna let her guard down and let him get close.
He offered to pay for her babysitter so that they could go out.
She fell for him hard and fast. Birth control failed and Ronnie Hess failed her too.
Instead of standing with her, he first pushed for an abortion.
When she declined that route, he too was gone, like every other man in her life.
Rich knew. They had discussed the conceptions of her children and their fathers, specifically, why their fathers were not in their lives a year earlier, when Rich protected her in Miami. It was one of the many deep and personal conversations they had in the evenings after the kids were asleep.
Her eyes fluttered open as she still inhaled her breaths in deep draws, attempting to calm her racing heart, which beat in time with his.
She was aware of Rich’s throbbing member deep inside her, aware of his weight on her pelvis and chest, aware they still held hands.
His breath blew across her ear; his face was nestled beside her face. Her body was hot and slick with sweat.
She watched as Rich rose onto his forearms and hung his head over hers. For a moment, he just stared deeply into her eyes. Then he kissed her with such passion that she could feel the strong emotions coming from him. His kisses trailed down her face and neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips near her ear.
“I love you, too,” she said on a breath.
He continued kissing her neck. He licked her ear and breathed a hot breath over it.
He circled his hips, reminding her that his hard cock was still in position.
It moved inside her, slid against her sensitive clit.
She drew a deep breath and whimpered with pleasure.
He shifted their position so that his fingers could help, and he quickly brought her to a second hard orgasm.
And then he wrapped her in an embrace and just held her.