Only You by K.T. Quinn
28
Donovan
The Day I Gave In, Too
I cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to the bed. Molly was waiting for me with lidded eyes, and as soon as I lay in bed she threw a leg over my body and rested her cheek against my chest. Her nipples were hard against my ribs.
“You’re warm,” she said happily while closing her eyes.
I gently stroked her hair while gazing out at the city. There still wasn’t any sign of life out there. No movement, no sounds, no flashes of cameras as tourists took photographs. But the Colosseum was a magnificent sight in the distance, all lit up against the night sky. Beyond it, in the distance to the right, I could see the lights of The Vatican.
Despite the grim reason for the lack of people, the silence gave the city a romantic feel. It was our city tonight, as if the doors had been closed and only we were allowed in. A private experience that no amount of money in the world could pay for.
“You were right,” Molly whispered against my chest. “That was worth the wait.”
“Was it worth breaking the rules?”
“Fuck the rules,” she murmured into my skin. Her eyelashes tickled me as she blinked. “It’s pretty at night. All lit up like that.”
I followed her gaze to the ancient Roman structure in the distance. “I was just thinking that.”
“How many girls have you fucked in view of the Colosseum?”
“Are you interrogating me, Feisty?”
“Well,” she said softly, “you did have condoms ready to go. Who knows how many you used before the lockdown?”
“Only you,” I replied. “That’s who I’ve fucked in view of the Colosseum.” After a short pause I added, “So far.”
I grunted as she poked me in the ribs.
We cuddled a little longer, and then Molly stretched her legs across my body. She frowned and said, “It’s been a few minutes.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re already hard again.”
“Hard again?” I chuckled. “Molly, I never went soft. Since I walked into your room I haven’t dropped below diamond on the hardness scale.”
She let out a little giggle, vibrating her tits against my chest. “I’m kind of impressed.”
I walked my fingers down her back until I felt her smooth ass. I gave it a squeeze and said, “With you in my arms, I’ll always be hard enough to pound nails.”
“Is that my new nickname?” she asked with a giggle. “Nails?”
Goddamn this girl was cute. Sexy as hell, sure, but fucking adorable too. I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“I still prefer Feisty,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t still give you a good hammering.”
She yelped as I kissed her neck, then took a hold of her breast in my hand. I rubbed my thumb over her hard little nipple, then bent down to give it a lick. She responded with a shiver and a sigh, so I gently wrapped my mouth around it and nibbled on it with my lips.
Molly responded the way I hoped she would: she arched her back and moaned. “Ohh, that feels good.”
“You taste even better,” I insisted.
As I enveloped her nipple with my mouth, I reached over the side of the bed to my jeans. After some fumbling around I found the pocket I needed, and the contents within.
Molly leaned forward and said, “You brought two condoms over here?”
“You said it yourself: I came prepared.”
I rolled it on and sank into her again. She was still soaked with desire and made a soft noise deep in her throat as I began fucking her. She practically sang every time I filled her to the base, bottoming out inside of her and then pushing even deeper, like I was desperate to give her more than I had.
She spread her legs wide for me, and I obliged by fucking her harder. I planted my arms and practically did push-ups on her pussy. Normally there was some loss of sensitivity when a guy went for round two so quickly—or round three, if you counted the Colosseum blowjob—but Molly felt every bit as good as she had the first time. Maybe even better.
I squeezed her in my arms and kissed her fiercely, and she responded by pushing up into my kiss. Her lips were heady and addictive, more than I expected in all the times I had imagined kissing her, a powerful sensation as she tried to devour me with her tongue. My body was on fire as I surged against her, groaning with barely-formed words.
I’m glad I’m stuck in Rome, I thought as we lost ourselves in the mindless drive of our bodies.
