“I need you inside me.”
“I can’t…you’re first time isn’t going to be in the restroom of the country club. It’s going to be in a bed with candles lit around the room and soft music in the background.”
He’s killing me.
“Please do something. I need relief that only you can give me. You need it as well.”
As though a switch has been turned, he lifts me, struggles to the vanity with his slacks around his ankles and turns me around. He places both my hands on the vanity in front of me and spreads my legs, pulling my hips out toward him.
Quickly kicking off his shoes and getting himself free of his shorts and slacks, his hands are back on me.
“You’ve had me hard as fuck all evening,” he says slowly caressing from my shoulder down past my bottom before he strokes between my folds and groans. “So wet.” He then caresses back up to my neck.
He arches into me and shoves his balls between my legs with his dick between the crease of my bottom. Just that bit of friction has my inner walls clenching, trying to get him inside me. Pressing his front against my back, he whispers in to my ear, “You’re going to come on my balls and fingers. I’m going to come all over you—we’re getting dirty babe.” His hands reach around to the front of me as he starts to pinch my nipples.
Pleasure shoots from them straight to my throbbing center as I grind back against him wanting more—so much more.
“Donovan. Please.”
One hand strokes my pussy as he inserts two fingers inside me. I clench around them and feel heat spread throughout my body. He’s surrounding me and it feels like he’s touching me everywhere at once…on my breasts, in my sex, rubbing against my bottom. It’s too much. The coil inside me twists to a hard knot and then with a quick thrust of his fingers, it starts to unwind so quickly I can’t keep up with it. My breath sticks in my throat. Then I see stars. My pussy ripples with the tremors of my climax as I clamp my teeth together to stop from alerting everyone to the fact that I’m having an orgasm.
Donovan isn’t letting up. I pull his hand away from me, unable to take anymore.
“Fuck,” Donovan cusses pulling slightly away from me.
Still bent over the vanity, I turn my head and watch him take his dick into his hand and pumping his shaft once, twice, he comes all over my bottom. Massaging it into me with the tip of his cock.
He finally meets my eyes and I see a blush start to coat his cheekbones.
“Are you alright?”
I nod.
He grabs some napkins and after running them underneath the faucet, wipes me clean—not just my back but between my legs before patting me dry.
“Let’s get dressed.” He passes me my dress.
Not looking at me—ignoring me—he dresses so I follow suit wondering what the hell has just happened.
Once my dress is on and fastened back up, I quickly sort my hair out and reapply some lipstick before taking a deep breath to face Donovan and whatever is going on in his head.
“I’m sorry.”
Fighting back tears, I ask, “Sorry for what? I need it explained to me so there isn’t any misunderstanding.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry for the kinky, dirty sex or whichever way you want to look at it.”
Now I’m confused.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I loved every minute of being in here with you.”
“Coming on you. Marking you. It isn’t right.” He blushes again.
It’s kind of sweet and I sag in relief that’s he’s embarrassed about covering me with his cum rather than getting naked with me.
“I’m yours Donovan whether you like it or not. Coming on and marking me with your scent is fuckin’ hot, and if you apologize for ever doing that I’m going to hurt you—badly. Do I make my self clear?”
He grins. “Yes ma’am.”