Only You by K.T. Quinn

34

Molly

The Day We Ran Out

Being in the hotel started to feel like our own little honeymoon. Donovan and I cooked together during the day, then made love at night. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, slept in until sunlight streamed into our bedroom, and then made love again before getting out of bed.

Everything was perfect. Despite the horrors of the pandemic raging throughout the world, we were in our own romantic bubble.

But after another week, we ran into a new problem.

We were in the gym when I told him. “You enjoy having sex with me, right?” I asked.

He jogged on the treadmill, sweat glistening in his hair and on his bare chest. “With you? I hate it. It’s worse than doing laundry.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and he grinned back at me. “What kind of a question is that, Feisty?”

“Here’s the thing,” I explained. “I didn’t expect to be here more than a week. I thought I would be home long before now.”

Donovan turned the speed down so he could walk. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“My birth control runs out in two days,” I said.

“Ah, damn,” Donovan said. “I knew things were too good to be true.”

“We have to go back to using condoms,” I said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I steeled myself for his response. I knew how much better it felt for him without a condom, and I expected him to resist.

But he laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, I’ve gotten used to feeling you and only you. But I don’t mind wrapping it up again. If that’s the only hardship we have to face during the quarantine, then we’re pretty fucking lucky. When do we need to make the switch?”

“We should go back to condoms today,” I said. “Just to be safe. We’re already kind of taking a risk, since we had sex this morning. If your little swimmers can survive a few days…”

He grinned over at me and said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep making love to you, Feisty.” He increased the speed and began jogging again.

I beamed for the rest of my workout. Donovan wasn’t just amazing in the kitchen and bedroom. He was also a good guy.

Way better than my asshole exes, I thought.

When we returned to the room later, Donovan checked his stash. “Shit. I’ve only got one left.”

“One condom?”

He held it up like it was Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. “The sole survivor.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts. “How many did you use before the lockdown?”

He furrowed his brow and stared off. “Let me think. There was Heather. Then Maria. Then the twins, whose names I never learned…”

I smacked him playfully on the chest. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“I’ll get more tomorrow. I saw them at the grocery store the last time I was there.”

I stood on my toes to brush my lips against his. “In the meantime, we’d better make this one count.”

I stripped out of my workout clothes and got in the shower. I left the bathroom door open, and Donovan took the hint and joined me.

When I checked into the Residencia Al Gladiatore—which felt like years ago—the concierge warned me that the hotel building was old and hot water was scarce. That wasn’t a problem now that Donovan and I were the only two guests, and we took our time in the shower. Donovan hugged me from behind while we let the scalding water run over our bodies. I felt him stiffen against my ass, slick and soapy.

Slowly, Donovan began kissing my neck. I squirted body wash onto a washcloth and rubbed it together until it was covered with bubbles. Before I could wash myself, Donovan took the cloth and began cleaning my body for me. He scrubbed it over my neck, across my shoulders, then down around my breasts. My nipples were instantly hard as he carefully guided the washcloth in a circle around one breast, then the other.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much.”

“I’m enjoying it exactly the right amount,” he growled into my ear, giving it a playful nibble.

He continued scrubbing my body, covering it with soapy suds, then he handed the washcloth back to me. He ducked out of the shower, not even bothering to towel off.

“Was it something I said?” I asked while standing there in shock.

He returned with a piece of gold foil in his hand. He jumped back in the shower, placed the condom on the soap rack, and then took me in his strong arms. I let the washcloth fall to the shower floor as he kissed me, lips soft and seeking.

Donovan lowered himself to my chest, gently sucking on my diamond-hard nipple. I craned my head back and moaned, the sound echoing in the acoustics of the shower. Donovan didn’t stay there long, and continued downward until he was on his knees on the wet tile. He kissed my mound of pubic hair, then slid his tongue up between my legs.

My knees buckled as he went down on me in the shower, licking around my clit and up into my slit. The water ran over his black hair as he buried his face into my sex, devouring me. I loved the way he tasted me, tongue flashing across every surface, painting me with his saliva.

“I want you,” I breathed.

He grinned up at me, his chiseled face glistening from the water. “Not as much as I want you.”

He hastily grabbed the condom from the soap rack. I wrapped my fingers around the ridge of his cock and stroked him while he opened the condom, then rolled it on.

Suddenly he flinched. “Fuck!”

“What?”

He held up the condom. “It ripped.”

“Oh no,” I groaned. “Why is your dick so big!”

He rested back against the shower wall and let the water run over his chest. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“We can fool around in other ways,” I said, allowing my fingernails to brush across his still-hard shaft. It pulsed underneath my touch. “Once I rinse off, let’s get out of the shower and see how creative we can get.”

I stood in front of the water stream to wash the rest of the soap off my body. Donovan hugged me from behind, squeezing his entire body against mine while kissing my neck.

I ground against him. He felt so good between my cheeks, hot and hard and full of potential. I hated the thought of not being able to feel him inside of me.

Donovan gently guided himself lower, pressing his hard length between my thighs. Slowly he began thrusting back and forth, grinding the shaft against my lips.

“You feel good,” he breathed into my ear. One arm squeezed around my chest, and the other hand slid down between my legs. I relaxed into his embrace as his fingertips made love to my clit.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, grinding and rubbing together while the shower filled with steam.

“I want you inside me so bad,” I breathed. The words came out of me without thought.

“I know,” he whispered into my ear. “But you said we can’t risk it.”

“It’s not fair,” I said with a laugh. “You woke something in me, and now I can’t have it!”

He nuzzled at my neck, tongue flashing against my skin. “I told you I’ll get condoms tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is too far away. I need you now.”

Donovan made a rumbling noise in his throat and he began humping me a little faster. Between his shaft grinding up against my pussy lips and his fingers on my clit, I was feeling good. Really good. But it still wasn’t what I wanted.

I bent forward, reached down between me, and took hold of him. I guided him up into my dripping-wet lips.

“Just the tip.”

He hesitated like he was going to resist, fingers clawing into the flesh of my ass. “Just the tip,” he agreed.

Both of us sighed together as his crown pushed apart my waiting lips. My pussy ached for him, to feel all of him, but he was a man of his word. He kept only the tip inside me, moving it back and forth no more than an inch.

It was torture.

I pushed my hips back, taking more of him inside me. His hand tightened on my waist as he tried to stop me.

“You said…”

“Just a little more,” I begged with barely formed words of desire.

“That’s your pussy talking,” he replied in a deep, calm voice. “I know, because my cock is screaming the same thing.”

I moaned as he continued fucking me with just the tip, the smallest amount of movement a man could possible give a woman. His fingers curled around my hip and rubbed my clit, driving the pleasure—and the torture—even higher.

I kept pushing my hips back to take more of him, but he wouldn’t let me. His willpower was stronger.

“You’re. Killing. Me,” I moaned.

His fingers danced faster around my clit, pushing it inward with the perfect amount of pressure. I felt my climax nearing, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly as strong as I wanted. I needed Donovan inside me, all of him, every throbbing inch.

And then, when I thought I was going to die from withdrawal, he gave me what I wanted. He gripped my waist with powerful fingers and thrust up inside of me, filling me to the brim with all of him.

My world went to pieces. I cried out in the shower as I shook and shivered with release.

“Oh God,” he sang as he slammed inside of me, making up for lost time. “Molly. Molly!”

Donovan suddenly pulled out, then thrust forward so that his length rested between my cheeks. He groaned and I felt him explode, twitching and trembling against my skin as he came all over my back.

He wrapped me in another bear hug from behind, clinging to me in the shower like he never wanted to let go.