Only You by K.T. Quinn

18

Donovan

The Day We Fooled Around

Being this forward was a huge risk. I barely knew this girl. The suggestion might offend Molly, or push her beyond her comfort level.

But I didn’t care. It felt like the world was ending around us. And if that were the case, then I wanted to shoot my shot, consequences be damned.

Because at that moment: I wanted Molly badly.

And I was pretty sure she wanted me too.

I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off her since our dinner date began. She was so damn stunning. A tight little package in her jeans and close-fitting blouse. She was cute and funny and smiling like the world wasn’t going to shit around us. Even if the hotel was full of people and things were normal, she would have stuck out to me in the crowd. I would have done everything in my power to win her over.

Her eyes were dark, wide orbs as she looked up at me. Waiting.

I gently spun her around so that she was facing the view of the city, then danced with her from behind. I lowered my lips to her neck but didn’t kiss her—I stopped just short, where she could feel my breath and sense me so close to her skin. She cocked her neck to the side, practically begging me to kiss her skin, but I held back.

Instead, I snaked a hand over her hip and held her against me. I wrapped my other arm over her chest, my bicep and forearm pressed against her plump breasts. Holding her like she belonged to me, the way I’d been dreaming of holding her for the last week.

Her body melted into my arms, all the tension evaporating as she relaxed. Her hips inched backward until her ass was brushing against the front of my pants with every movement, soft caresses against my cock. We rocked back and forth along with the music coming from the speaker on my balcony. Swaying like we were the only two people in Rome. Like the city was ours.

I explored the outline of her body with my fingers. The curves beneath the jeans, the bump of her panties along her hip. The plumpness of her ass, even just the edge of it on my fingertips. Everywhere I touched she responded eagerly, relaxing and sighing, while clinging to me.

I slid my hand up along her neck and into her silky hair. The brass instruments in the music rose dramatically before falling back down.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, now. It took all my willpower not to drag her into the bedroom and really show her what I wanted.

Not yet, I thought. No matter how much I want her, she needs to be eased into it.

I let my hand explore the top of her thigh. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the denim. But I wasn’t interested only in what was on the outside.

I reached across her hip, sliding my fingers into the front of her jeans. The bare skin of her navel was soft and smooth, and she responded by trembling in my arms. My fingers pushed deeper and she widened her stance a few inches. It was a subtle movement, but it made my cock pulse against her ass. It was the green light I had been waiting for.

Better give her what she wants.

I flicked open the button on her jeans and dove into the waistband of her panties, down into the soft warmth of her pussy. She was already soakedfor me as I held her in my arms and began rubbing her slit. She trembled and let out a soft moan, leaning her head back against my shoulder while I got acquainted with what my fingers found.

“What if someone can see us…” she breathed.

“Nobody can see us,” I whispered, lips only an inch from her ear. “The city is ours tonight. There’s only me, and only you.”

She surrendered as I slid my fingers up and down her wet heat—the only sounds that came from her were soft moans, noises that disappeared into the descending Roman night. I used my free arm to squeeze her, holding her against me while I fondled her. I slid my fingertips up and around her clit, giving it some caressing attention before returning to her soft lushness.

Molly tilted her head back and moaned louder, and I finally took the opportunity to kiss her neck. I started beneath her ear and kissed a trail down to her collarbone. She clung to me, pushing her hips into my massaging fingers while I rubbed and kissed her.

I savored the feeling of her body in my arms, soft and warm and inviting. She felt better than I ever could have imagined.

Molly drew rapid breaths and pushed her hips into my working fingers, begging me for more. My cock was screaming at me to rip her clothes off, to bend her over the balcony and take her while her hands gripped the railing so tightly the paint came off.

I pried my lips away from her neck and she twisted to gaze up at me. Her dark eyes were round and full of desire, and also something close to surprise. Her chest swelled and her cleavage heaved against my possessive arm.

She began moaning and then her hand was reaching behind her, scrambling and clutching at my pants, grasping for my cock. When she found it she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, squeezing me through the fabric of my jeans, but I was totally focused on my job. Right now this was about her, and I wouldn’t let myself get derailed. I wanted to make Molly squirm.

After all, you never got a second chance to make a first impression.

She didn't just squirm—she screwed her whole body into my hand, whimpering adorably as her breath came in ragged little gasps. I squeezed her tighter against my body and rubbed a fire into the nub of her clit with my palm. She arched her back and twisted her plump lips toward me, demanding to be kissed as I steered her toward the oblivion of ecstasy, and then she started gasping. She bit down on the collar of my T-shirt, teeth raking against my neck through the fabric, and then she let out a cry of ecstasy so intense it sounded like she was in pain.

“Oh God! Oh my God!” she cried, eyes wide and full of bliss. Her prayers turned into a wordless wail of pleasure, a siren that began deep in her lungs before shuddering out through her throat. I held her like my most prized possession while she shivered and trembled underneath my touch, until finally she became still.

She exhaled like she had been holding her breath, then rested her head back against my chest. I slid my fingers out of her panties and held her against me while she panted.

“I can’t believe…” She blinked in horror. “The whole city must have heard that!”

“Just the cats, Feisty,” I said.

Molly sighed while still clinging to me. Her hands ran over my arms like she was trying to remember where she was, snapping herself out of an erotic daze.

“Is that the kind of release you get from dancing?” I rumbled into her ear.

She shook with silent laughter as I held her in my arms.