Only You by K.T. Quinn

31

Molly

The Day Without The Condom

Time passed lazily in our private hotel. Donovan made me breakfast in the kitchen every morning, and then spent much of the day experimenting with recipes. Apparently he had learned a lot of new food techniques in his cooking school but needed a better kitchen to try them out. He was totally at home in the hotel’s spacious kitchen, moving pans from one burner to another, tossing the food in the air with skillful flare.

There’s nothing sexier than a man who is good at what he does, I thought while watching him.

One afternoon, while helping him try a chocolate shortbread cookie recipe, our playful flirting escalated. Donovan’s fingertips ran down my leg and up my dress, digging into my lips in just the right way. He lifted me into his arms while we kissed and placed me on the counter like I was a sack of potatoes.

Then his fingers danced deeper up my dress and yanked my panties down.

“I’m pretty sure this is a health code violation,” I said while he nuzzled my neck and unbuckled his belt.

“I won’t tell the health inspector if you won’t,” he said.

He dropped his pants, revealing a dick that was long and as stiff as could be. I reached out and caressed the soft skin, feeling the heat radiating off of it, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking while he groaned.

An alarmed expression crossed his sexy face. “I didn’t bring a condom with me,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I breathed, pulling his hard length toward me. “I want you now.”

His eyes widened with lust, but he hesitated. “Are you sure…”

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m clean. I know I don’t have anything. As long as you…”

It was an awkward thing to ask a guy, especially in the throes of passion. Hey, do you have any weird sex diseases? But Donovan didn’t take offense, and he shook his head.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said.

I pulled him toward me. “There’s no better time than now. I don’t want anything between us.”

His cock throbbed in agreement in my hand.

He kissed me so passionately, so deeply, that it took my breath away. I continued stroking him, pulling him toward my wet, waiting lips. I rubbed the crown against my entrance, coating him in my juices. Then Donovan put a hand on my hip for support and pushed deep inside me, taking over.

I leaned back on my elbows on the kitchen counter and moaned as he finally filled me. I didn’t notice much of a difference without a condom, but Donovan let out a rumbling groan of pleasure that told me just how amazing it felt for him. His fingers dug into my hip as he held himself inside me.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

He leaned over me, dark hair falling across his face. “You felt amazing before…”

“But?” I breathed.

“But it’s so much better this way.”

The visible nature of his pleasure enhanced my own, and I moaned as he began thrusting with nothing between our skin.

“I wish. I could show you. How good you feel,” he breathed.

I leaned toward his lips. “I can tell.”

Donovan pumped into me for a few seconds, then suddenly looked to his left. He grabbed one of the electric beaters that we had just used to mix cookie dough. He removed the metal beater from the end, then flipped the switch. The whole thing hummed, but nothing on the outside moved without the attachment.

“What are you—”

I cut off as he pressed the beater against my mound. The vibrations from the electric machine cascaded into my clit, stimulating me in a way I had never experienced before.

“Ohh!” I cried out.

He removed the makeshift vibrator. “Was that too much?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled it back against my clit. Immediately I was overwhelmed with powerful waves of ecstasy, like the volume on the radio station was finally cranked way up.

Donovan responded to my moans by fucking me urgently, slamming his dick into me hard enough to shake the entire countertop against the wall with dull, muted thumps. I came within seconds, an overpowering orgasm that hit me like a freight train and then carried me along the tracks for miles, and miles, and miles of bliss.

“Oh, Molly.” Donovan moaned my name like a prayer.

“Come inside me,” I begged, still on the tail end of my own climax. “Come in me, please!”

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I clamped myself around him and he exploded inside me at that moment, a shuddering spasm as he filled me with his hot, sticky seed. He gasped and clung to me until neither of us could move.

“I’ve… never…” he breathed as we cleaned up, “come inside. Someone before.”

“Never?”

“Only with you.”

“You’re my first too,” I said. “But the vibrating beater? That was a game-changer. What made you think of it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, fingers digging into my thigh lovingly. “You felt so good without anything separating us. Like everything was black and white before, and suddenly I could see in color. I wanted to make you feel the same way. It was good?”

“You heard the noises I made,” I replied. “What do you think?”

He used a towel to wipe down the counter. We both paused to laugh at the butt-shaped imprint in the flour where I had been sitting.

“The next time I go out, I’ll look for a sex shop. Then we can get you a real vibrator.”

“I doubt those are considered essential businesses,” I replied.

He smiled sideways at me. “Sex is totally essential. What’s the point of surviving a global pandemic if you can’t get your rocks off?”

We giggled together while cleaning up the kitchen. One thing that surprised me was how easy everything was with Donovan. We just sort of meshed together without any problems. Maybe it was the circumstances, being stuck together without a choice. It probably forced us to accept each other the way we were.

Or maybe we’re perfect for each other, I thought while admiring him in the kitchen.