Deep, Deep Donuts by Megan Wade
Wes
Icarry her into her bedroom and kick the door closed behind us, kissing her as I walk her to her bed and lay her out on the mint-green comforter. She looks like a perfect little flower in the center of a meadow, her floral dress bunched up around her waist as her blonde hair fans out around her, her legs apart and showing me her pink, glistening flower. I can’t believe she’s mine.
“Tell me once more,” I rasp, my dick jolting as a bead of arousal leaks from her opening.
“Tell you what?” she asks, her eyes going wide as I reach behind my head and pull my shirt from my body.
I lean over her and look into her eyes. “That you’re mine. That I’m the only man to touch you this way.”
“You are,” she gasps, placing her hands against the flexing muscles in my chest. “No one has ever even looked at me the way you do. So, I’m yours, Wes. I’m yours until you don’t want me anymore.”
A slight furrow creases my brow as I lift her until she’s sitting, and then pull her dress off her body. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want you anymore?”
Her eyes flash as she sweeps all of her hair over one shoulder, leaning forward slightly as I unclasp her bra and it falls down her arms, leaving her completely bare for me. “I don’t know. I guess I just figured that since we only just met and I don’t even live around here normally, that maybe this is just a fling to you. Some fun for the summer, you know?” She drops the bra on the floor beside the bed.
“No. I don’t know,” I say, kneeling in front of her as I drag my fingertips up over her arms then down her shoulders and across her ample breasts. “Is this just a fling to you?” My eyes lift to hers and for a moment, I’m actually worried that she’s going to say yes. But then emotion pricks her eyes, and she shakes her head.
“No,” she whispers. “This right here, it’s everything to me. You said before that you wanted to be the only man who’ll ever have me. And I can empathically say that no matter what comes after this night for us, that’s exactly what you’ll be. I’ve never felt a connection with a man before now, and honestly, I don’t think I ever will. This…what we’re doing…it’s really special to me because…because I never thought I’d have it. I never thought I’d see a man look at me like I’m—” She shakes her head as she hiccups, her hand flying to her mouth before she can finish the words. “Like I’m beautiful. Especially when I know I’m not.”
“You are to me,” I say immediately, taking her hands in mine. “I look at you.” My eyes move over her body and I sigh. “All of you. And all I can see is beauty. I’ve never felt this either, Tamara. I’ve never looked at a woman from afar and thought, ‘Her. She’s the one I want. She’s the only one I want.’ But that’s what I think when I see you. You. Are. All.”
Her eyes blink rapidly as she inhales a shaky breath. “You. Are. All,” she whispers, lifting one hand to touch the space above her heart, which is when her tears fall, and when I lean in and kiss her, long, slow and deep while I guide her back onto the bed and push and wriggle my way out of my jeans, shucking the last of my clothing to the floor before I nudge my tip at her entrance.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I don’t fully understand it but hearing that is music to my ears. I suddenly have visions of a future filled with babies with donut crumbs all over their faces, while their mother and I slow dance to a song we haven’t heard yet. But it’s our song because it’s the one we play at our wedding. It’s like I can see an entire life full of happiness with her. And it’s everything I ever wanted, but only just realized. And I need it all now. I need her. “I think I’m in love with you, Tamara,” I whisper, locking my eyes with hers, needing to be honest with her before I push inside.
Her eyes flash with surprise.
“I needed to put that out there before I take this gift from you. Because it’s honest to God how I feel. And since I’m going to take you bare, you could get pregnant from this. So I need to know if you’re OK with that, because it’ll bind us together for the rest of our lives—which is something I really want.”
“You want to have babies with me?”
“Fuck, sweets,” I groan, my hand wrapping around my cock as I circle her entrance. “I want fucking everything with you. And I don’t want to wait.”
She places her hands on my shoulders, her eyes searching mine like she’s desperately trying to learn to believe that what I’m saying is true. And it is, so I give her my most open and earnest expression, hoping she’s feeling what I feel.
“Then take me,” she whispers, lifting her hips to nudge me inside. “Fill me with your babies, because I’m yours. I’m yours.”
“Oh, Tamara,” I groan as I slowly sheath myself inside her tight channel. “Those words are fucking music to my ears.”
