Only You by K.T. Quinn

27

Molly

The Day I Gave In

Donovan is in my room.

The thought flashed across my mind as he stepped across the invisible line. There was a look in his eyes that excited me, a look that said fuck flirting, fuck the rules, we’re doing this.

He grabbed my face with his hands and lowered his lips to mine.

Our first kiss at the Colosseum was soft, tender. This was a completely different animal. He took me like I belonged to him, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, conquering and claiming. Every part of us touched as he held me against him—forehead to forehead, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. The kiss deepened and Donovan swallowed the sounds I made, muffling me with his unrestrained lust.

He pulled back and gazed at me with raw desire. “No more games, Molly.” His words were deep and dark.

Blood rushed in my ears and I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I bit my lower lip and nodded.

Donovan kissed me again, pushing me backward with his lips until I sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me farther up the bed, pleasure pinging off his body as he followed me, setting me on fire with his torrid waves of arousal.

I hiked up my dress so he could sink in between my legs, aching for him to fill the hollow gap. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against my panties through his jeans, hard and warm and full of sexy potential, and my hips surged upward with need.

Are we really doing this? I thought as he claimed my body with his hands, clawing and squeezing. After days of teasing and flirting and touching…

Donovan’s thin beard scratched my skin tantalizingly as he kissed a line down my shoulder. He ground his hard length against my panties, a wonderful pressure against my sex. He pulled back and I expected him to strip his clothes as quickly as possible, but he remained bent over me. His tongue licked a trail across my breasts, sliding my dress up so he could continue down my belly. I arched my back and preened for him as he reached my panties.

He paused to gaze up at me, destroying me with his storm-cloud eyes before he had even touched me.

He kissed the waistband of my panties, biting down on the elastic and pulling them down with his teeth.

I trembled with pleasure, both immediate and delayed. His teeth raked my skin as he tugged the panties a few inches down my left leg, then moved to the right leg to do the same. His beard rubbed my skin and he teased me with kisses in between pulls with his mouth, until I was dying for him.

“Now you’re just showing off,” I breathed.

He smirked up at me and continued his work. My body was on fire from my toes to my fingertips and everything in between. I was ready to explode, and the delay only made my desire grow in strength.

Finally he used his hands to pull my panties down over my ankles. He pulled me up into a sitting position so he could pull my dress over my head, then he tossed it aside like the fabric covering my body offended him. I hastily unclipped my bra and let it fall to the bed.

Donovan pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the tapestry of chiseled muscle I was now accustomed to. But unlike the gym or the pool, now Donovan’s bare skin was inches away from me, filling the space between us with radiating body heat. I traced the lines of muscle down to his navel.

He stepped off the bed, removing his belt while gazing down at me longingly. His gaze felt like a caress as he let his pants and boxer-briefs fall to the ground, revealing his hard length. I reached out because I couldn’t not touch him, I needed to feel the heat of him between my fingers. He was as hard as a rock, even more than earlier tonight at the Colosseum. Donovan let out a sigh as I dragged my fingers along the underside, from base to tip.

Before I could do anything more, Donovan bent to get something out of his pocket. A condom—and not one of the normal sized ones.

He came prepared.

He tossed away the gold foil and then lowered his lips to my leg, tracing a line of kisses up my thigh. He flicked his tongue across my clit for just an instant, sending a single jolt of pleasure up my spine. His breath whispered across my core as he kissed me again, tenderly moving his lips against mine.

I moaned softly underneath him. I could feel his tip brushing against my wet heat, and I spread my legs for him, opening myself.

He hummed into my mouth, a deep rumble, while he kissed me. I loved the way he slid his tongue into my mouth, then nibbled on my lower lip. Like he could kiss me for hours and still wouldn’t get enough.

He held himself over me while kissing me. His biceps bulged on either side of my body. I leaned over to kiss one of them, walking my fingers along the firm muscle.

I’m ready, I thought. I’m ready for all of him.

Donovan’s tip suddenly found purchase between my lips. He buried it into me, filling me inch by glorious inch, until he had nothing left to give me and our bodies were joined. Both of us sighed and groaned and clung to each other.

I squeezed my legs around him, holding him inside of me. Donovan filled me so completely, every inch of him pressed against my tight walls. I needed to savor the feeling a little bit longer, because there was nothing like it. That wonderful moment where our bodies were connected, and everything felt perfect, and none of the problems of the world could reach us.

His eyes were wide and searching as he drank me in. I caressed his cheek, thumb brushing across his lips. He gave it a playful little bite, then leaned down to kiss me with more passion and hunger than before.

I loosened the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist, spreading myself wide. Donovan pulled his hips back and gave me a little thrust. I sighed as he filled me, stretched me, sending new pleasure spreading through my body. He nibbled at my neck and gave another pump, pulling back farther this time.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He let out a shuddering exhale as he began fucking me steadily, surrendering to the restraint he had shown for so long. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

This is really happening.

Donovan slid a hand underneath my body, grabbing my ass in his palm and pulling me toward him. The new angle hit a different part of my wet heat and I moaned deeper, raking my fingernails over his back and down to his muscular ass, squeezing him with both hands as he ravaged me.

The two of us rocked and crashed together on the bed. Donovan bottomed out with every motion, and I arched my hips to take more of him with every thrust. He rumbled a moan into my neck as he pushed deeper, his tip caressing my G-spot each time in a way that made me surge upward with need.

“Molly,” he breathed my name like a blessing and a curse. “Molly…”

And then my orgasm overwhelmed me, powerful waves of pleasure that squeezed my eyes shut and made my pussy tighten around him. Then his own roar filled the room and he strengthened his grip on me, one hand clinging to my ass for dear life while the other held the back of my neck, crushing me against him as a new light filled his eyes, full of ache and ecstasy as his cock throbbed inside me.

Our cries echoed off the walls as we came together, with all of Rome lit up outside the window.