Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I point at the other chair next to the small dining table. “Join me.”
He drags it closer to where I am before he takes a seat. He’s dressed in black shorts and a plain blue T-shirt. It complements the color of his eyes in such a perfect way that it’s impossible not to notice how brilliantly blue and green they are.
“You’re staring at me,” he notes, amusement tainting his tone.
“You’re staring at me,” I toss his words right back at him.
“Guilty as charged.” He kisses me softly. “Eat, Delia. Then I’ll show you dessert and you’ll read to me.”
I glace at the two cloches he has yet to uncover. “You’re spoiling me.”
“You’re spoiling me,” he echoes my words just as I did his a moment ago.
I let out a bark of laughter. “I’m famished. Let’s eat.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Donovan
“I can’t remember the last time I took a bath,” I tell Delia as she wiggles her toes against my palm. “I’ve been missing out.”
“Big time.” She smiles. “It’s soothing, isn’t it?”
“It’s something,” I say as I massage the ball of her foot. “You’re sure your toe is feeling all right.”
“Check it out for yourself.” She points toward it. “It’s almost completely healed.”
I give it a quick once over, and then offer her my professional diagnosis. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s a little crooked.” She sighs. “I think I may have broken it when I was a kid and it healed like that.”
I don’t argue with her by insisting it’s straight because we all see flaws within ourselves that are visible only to us. Diminishing hers by pushing her opinion aside isn’t something I’d ever do.
“How did you hurt it?”
“I went horseback riding on a school trip.”
“That’s a fancy school trip.” I pinch her big toe. “My field trips were mostly to the multitude of museums in the city.”
“Who is fancy now?” She laughs. “It was a ninth grade overnight trip. We went to a ranch near Highland. It was fun.”
The field trip to the town in upper New York State will forever remain one of my fondest memories.
“Until you hurt your toe.”
“Even then.” She sighs. “I had my first kiss on that trip.”
I’d pry for more details but it’s her memory to share if she wants. If or when that happens is up to her.
“Do you remember your first kiss?” she asks. “I’ll bet it was way before you were in ninth grade.”
I skim a hand over my face. “The wager for this bet would be what?”
“You choose the wager.”
That’s dangerous because right now there’s only one thing I want and it’s more time with her. It hardly matters since according to my mom I had my first kiss when I was twelve. I likely don’t remember it because I’ve kissed many women since then.
“Sit on my lap, Delia.”
“That’s the wager?” Her head falls back in laughter. The ends of her hair skim the remaining bubbles in the tub. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“You win the bet,” I say. “I was twelve. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like.”
The smile on her face drops into a frown. “You don’t?”
“No,” I admit. “I’ll never forget kissing you, though.”
She finally gives in to my request and slides through the water to crawl into my lap. I’ve been semi-hard since we got into the tub, but the silkiness of her wet skin pressed against mine stirs my cock even more.
She runs her pussy along the length of it, closing her eyes as she does. “You have a beautiful cock.”
“Beautiful?” I ask before I kiss her neck.
“Big and beautiful,” she clarifies. “When I felt it in my mouth, it was just…”
I kiss her to stop the next word before it leaves her tongue. Everything she says to me is being drilled into my memory so deep that it will haunt me forever. I need it. Hell, I’m craving it all but it’s so much. It’s almost too much to bear knowing that when we get back to New York, she’ll pick up the life waiting for her and I’ll do the same with the daily routine I’ve set for myself.
“It feels so good when you fuck me,” she whispers. “So, so good.”
I inch her back just enough that the crown rests at her entrance. One jerk forward and I’d be sliding into her.
She moves then, ever so slightly as if she’s inviting me in. “I love how you fuck me, Donovan.”
I love how it feels to fuck her, to be in the same room with her, to breathe the air she does. Hell, I feel honored to walk this earth during her lifetime.
I must have done something worthwhile to be granted this experience; this time with her.
She moans as my cock slips into her. The rawness of it, the heat from the water and the look in her eyes is all I need to move just enough that I’m fully inside her tight little pussy.