Deep, Deep Donuts by Megan Wade
Tamara
I think I’m in love with you…
With my entire body of live wire of emotion, I can barely make sense of everything he’s asking of me. This passion between us feels so real and so pure that I’m tempted to believe that this is really it. That the universe has finally sent me a man to love this body I’m in, inside and out. But at the same time, I have Sasha’s words reminding me that everything he says before the act can be taken back. Still, I can’t help but hope. I can’t help but hope with everything I have.
Please love me.
“Oh god!” My walls stretch around his girth as I accept him into my body, a sharp heat stealing away my breath as I look up to the ceiling, my eye is going wide because this feeling — like everything about tonight — is more than I expected. It’s like I’m full but I’m breaking. I’m aroused, but I’m overwhelmed.
“Breathe, sweets,” Wes coaches, his fingers brushing through my hair as he pauses, fully seated. “I need you to breathe and will your body to relax.”
I do as he says, and slowly my body relaxes and warms, that stinging heat replaced by a gentle throb that feels kinda…nice.
“I’m gonna try to move now. Just keep breathing and I promise it’ll start to feel good.”
“OK,” I whisper, nodding quickly. “I trust you.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, kissing me lightly as he draws his hips back slow, driving back and forth until suddenly, everything about our union feels like the buildup to something amazing. Like in the kitchen, my skin tingles and heats, my belly coiling tighter and tighter as he probes my depths, moving faster and faster, increasing the pressure the more I moan.
“Oh, Wes,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the erotic intensity of being connected so deeply. I’ve never known a feeling like this, my entire body quivering as I moan, and thrust back, wanting him deeper in my body, like somehow I wish we could merge into one.
“You feel so good, sweets. So beautiful. So fucking perfect and tight. I’m gonna come inside you so hard, but I want you to come with me. Think you can do it again?”
His words create a surge of want and arousal. I gasp and nod, my words nothing but tiny whimpers and moans as I lift my hips, rocking and clenching. I’m so close.
“Fuck, I love watching your face before you come. Are you ready, sweets? Please tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I force out, my mouth dropping open as my head falls back, a long low moan escaping me as it hits, filling me up in such a way that emotion starts leaking out of my eyes. He thinks he loves me…
I want that. I want that so much.
