Overwhelm Me (13 page)

“I really don’t want my neighbors to have a peep show, so let’s take this upstairs.” Donovan grabs my ass and gives it a squeeze, causing me to yelp. I wrap my legs tighter around him as he opens the back door. He slams the door shut with his foot, and his lips never leave mine. He walks back to the foyer and climbs the staircase, never having trouble holding me up. We reach the top of the stairs, and he turns left, still possessing my mouth with his tongue. He releases me as we reach the entrance to his bedroom and turns the knob on the heavy, cherry wood door.

The door opens to a massive master bedroom. The walls are a deep burgundy and have gold trim, such a stunning contrast. The entire wall that is directly in front of me is a huge window with golden curtains to offer us some privacy. Japanese characters painted in red, which match the décor of the room hang on the walls. They must say “sex god.” Then I see the bed. It’s larger than a king and looks ultra comfortable with a stark white comforter.

Donovan turns the dimmer down, and it gives the room a soft, romantic glow. He then comes up behind me, pulls my hair up on top of my head, and brushes his lips on the back of my neck.

My spine tingles as I lean my head to the side to give him better access, which he takes full advantage of. He works his way up to my earlobe, then back down, leaving trails of kisses that light my body on fire. Donovan tugs at the neck strap of my dress, and with one pull, it slides off my breasts. He smiles wickedly, places his hands on my sides, and slowly pulls the dress off so it pools at my ankles. I’m in nothing but my black thong.

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he growls as he starts kissing me from the bottom up. His skilled fingers follow the path of his lips, touching my skin gently. I toss my head back and whimper.

Oh, he’s so good at this. As he reaches my shoulders, he slowly turns me around so I’m facing him. He seems to drink me in as I bite my lower lip. “Your turn, baby,” Donovan whispers. His eyes seem so dark and intense, his body very obviously responding to me from behind his slacks.

I lick my lips, excited about seeing him so turned on by me. I slip his blazer off his shoulders, and it falls to the floor. I fumble with the buttons on his linen shirt next. When I finally get them all undone, his shirt falls to the sides, giving me a great view of his hairless chest and hard abs.

I trace my fingertips along his stomach, and I feel him inhale. I tell him to take off his shoes, and he complies. I unfasten his leather belt and start to unzip his fly. I pull his pants down, and his erection springs free through his grey boxer briefs.

“Well, somebody’s happy to see me.” I give Donovan bedroom eyes as I wrap my hand around his shaft. He hisses through clenched teeth, “Shit!”

I move my hand up and down his impressive erection, and Donovan’s head tilts back as he grabs onto my hips, digging his fingers into my skin.

“Enough!” he growls and steps out of his pants. He slips his socks off, then helps me step out of my crumpled dress. I start to take off my silver pumps when he says, “No, keep them on.” His eyes are filled with primal, raw desire, all for me. I keep the shoes on as he stands me in front of the bed. He instructs me to sit down and then lay back, with my legs off the bed and feet on the floor. I look up at the ceiling, and I’m shocked to see it’s mirrored! I’m looking at myself, almost completely naked, and Donovan glances up and winks at me. I blush crimson and cover my face. I hear him chuckle at me.

“Relax, baby. It’s not like I’m recording this, unless you want me to.”

“Oh, no! Don’t do that!” I panic. No, please, anything but that.

“Silly girl. I wouldn’t do that to you, now, hold still.” He leans over me and tugs at my ear with his teeth. His mouth on me gets my blood pumping, and my back arches towards him. Donovan’s tongue swirls deliciously down my neck and collarbone. I start feeling the familiar ache in my loins, and my pelvis instinctively bucks up.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He slowly swirls his tongue around my nipple, causing me to groan.

My back bows, begging him with my body to make love to me. I feel his erection rub against my leg, making me instantly wet. Donovan continues with his tongue on my nipples, his hands holding them up. “You have perfect breasts. The right size for my hands.” I moan and hold onto his hair.

“Baby, I want to take my time with you. Let me enjoy you.” Donovan moves his amazing lips down to my belly and around my navel. He leaves kisses all over me, making me incredibly hot and bothered. He stands up, grabs the sides of my panties and yanks them down to my knees.

I lift my feet off the floor, so he can slide them all the way off. Then Donovan kneels on the floor and pushed my thighs apart. I pant, waiting with anticipation. He nips the inside of my thighs, working his way back north. I claw at the sheets and throw my head back, going insane with want and desire. “Oh, fuck!” I breathe.

Donovan takes one of my legs and lifts it onto his shoulders. Then, slowly, he slides one of his fingers inside me. I gasp and grip the sheets tighter. He takes his thumb and rubs my now aching clit, causing me to squirm. The feeling is incredible, and it makes me want him inside me, right now. He continues for a minute before he replaces his finger with that magic tongue of his. I say his name, unable to hold back. Donovan takes his hands and pushes the backs of my thighs up, giving him better access.

That wonderful pressure starts building up inside me as his tongue flicks up and down, slow, then fast. I glance at the mirror above me, and it’s so…hot. The sight of him between my legs pushes me over the edge, and I climax, grabbing his hair, shaking and moaning, “Oh, God!”

I lift up on my elbows, and Mr. Sex sits up to look at me. He licks his lips, my arousal glistening on them. He stands, and I see his huge dick bulging out of his boxer briefs. He’s so sexy, I almost can’t stand it. My breathing starts to slow as I come down from my sexual high.

Donovan lies beside me on the bed, on his side so he can face me. “You ready for me now?”

I nod, unable to speak any words. He gives me a half smile, and in a swift movement, grabs me and pulls me on top of him. “Grab a condom out of the nightstand.”

I lean over and get a small foil packet and open it. “Put it on me,” he orders softly as he runs his hands over my body.

“Uhh…” I stutter. I’ve never put a condom on a guy before. “I don’t know how.” My face feels hot, and I become overwhelmingly embarrassed.

“Just put it on and roll it down, all the way.” His eyes are a dark blue, and his lashes are long.

I’ve never noticed how sexy lashes can be until this moment.

I do as I’m told and find it’s not that hard. After I finish, Donovan pulls me down, so we are face to face. “Now, baby doll, show me you want me.”

At those words, I kiss him fiercely, forcing his mouth open with my tongue. I straddle his waist and feel the swell of his own arousal under me. I take my hand, grab a hold of him and sink onto him. Donovan lets out a sexy low growl and says, “Now, move.”

I sit up, lay my hands on his stomach and start slowly. He completely fills me to my brim, and the pleasure of having him in me bites of pleasure and pain. As I get used to the feeling, my rhythm becomes just slightly faster. Donovan grabs my hips and rolls his eyes back in his head.

To see him come so undone under me excites the hell out of me, so I take charge and begin sliding up and down on him even harder.

Donovan suddenly sits up so we are nose to nose again. He wraps his arms around my back, and I put mine around his neck. His thrusts meet mine, and I feel myself start to quiver, and seconds later, another mind blowing orgasm. Three more thrusts and he says, “Oh, fuck!” and finds his release as well.

We sit there facing each other for a while, Donovan still inside me, throbbing. I try to gasp for air and slow my rapid heartbeat. I feel his pulse doing the same. He lays back and takes me with him, his strong arms hugging me tightly, his sweet lips kissing my forehead. I look down on this beautiful man and wonder what I did to deserve him? I think of Matt and I frown. Why does he have to enter my mind at the worst moments?

“What’s wrong?” Donovan whispers, concern etching his handsome face.

“Nothing really. I just don’t know if I deserve you, that’s all,” I say quietly. Do I really deserve this man? He is so good, so perfect, and well, I’m not.

“How can you honestly say that to me?” Donovan’s brow furrows. “You are completely worthy.

I’m the one that is not deserving of you.”

“I have a past. It’s not a good one, either. When those reporters find out who I am and start digging up dirt on me, you will be humiliated.” Unwelcome tears sting my eyes as I roll off Donovan and lay on my back with my arm over my face. He rolls over on his side, takes his hand, and rubs my arm.

“Allie, you forget who you are talking to here.” He rests his head on my shoulder. “I have enough drama to last a lifetime.”

I roll onto my side and gaze into my man’s blue eyes. I feel as though he can look straight into my soul. He runs his fingers along my cheek to catch a stray tear. I sigh loudly; I know he’s right. I want to confess my heart to this man, but it seems so soon. I don’t want to hold back, but I don’t know if I can let my walls down completely yet. I am going to try.

“Do you remember when I told you I have only had sex with one guy?“

“Yes…I remember.” He cocks his eyebrow up at me, with a look of where the hell are you going with this?

I take a deep breath and continue. “It was with my boyfriend from high school, Matt Bowman.

He was one of the popular guys. He played football and baseball, SCA, all that shit. He was a year ahead of me. We started dating when I was a junior.” I shake my head. “There was no sex or anything at first. We took things slow at my request, and he seemed to be okay with it." I roll my eyes. "Of course I found out later he was fucking his ex girlfriend the entire time. People tried to tell me, but I didn't want to hear it." I rub my temples, trying to fight the headache I feel coming on.

Donovan cocks his head on his hand, intently listening to every word I’m saying. It’s so nice to have someone listen to me.

“When we got together, he had just broken up with a girl named Holly. I mean, like a day later.

That’s the girl he was screwing behind my back. I had a crush on him since middle school, so I didn’t even care if I was a rebound relationship.” I fight back the hatred I feel toward him. “He took me out the next weekend to a movie and pizza, and we really seemed to hit it off. Do you want to hear this?” I eye him to make sure he wants me to continue.

Donovan nods, his blue eyes boring into me, and it makes my heart flutter. I turn my head back over and stare at the ceiling, my reflection staring back at me.

“We did a lot of bad shit. The first time I got drunk and high was with him, but it was fun at the time.” I giggle, which is totally inappropriate at the moment. “After he graduated that June, we were still going out. I was going into my senior year, applying to colleges and studying. I had my shit together, you know? He was going to a local community college for mechanics.” I breathe in deeply, trying to recount the memories that stain my mind.

“He started hanging out with some guys from his classes during the summer. They were wanna-be thugs, I guess, the type of people that you get a bad vibe around, that give you the creeps.”

I shiver at the thought of that crew. “Their names were, get this, T-Dogg and Cleatus. I’m pretty sure those were nicknames.” My voice is dripping with sarcasm and disgust.

Donovan rubs his hand along my belly, giving me goose bumps. “You don’t have to continue, if you don’t want to.”

“I know, but I want to be open and honest with you, and I want you to hear it from me and not from someone else.” I look at this angel that God has sent to me, and my heart sinks. I know he will be upset or disappointed in me. Will he want to see me anymore after I tell him this? I decide to try to keep going.

“Well, Matt became really close to these guys, and I hardly saw him anymore. I went by his house one night in July, completely fed up with him not returning my texts or calls. He still lived at his parents’ house. When I pulled up, I saw his parents were gone, but his buddies were there.” A surge of anger rolls through me as I relive the memory of that night. Donovan’s hand stays on me.

“I banged on the door, and Matt answered, stoned and drunk. He dragged me in and started yelling at me. He was just screaming, saying I never gave him any, and he had blue balls.” The tears start to build up in my eyes.

“All of a sudden, he knocks me to the ground, and in front of his friends. They just sat there, doing nothing but laughing at me. It was so embarrassing,” I trail off. I take a deep breath and exhale. “He had never laid his hands on me before.”

I hear him suck in air through his teeth, and I can tell he’s pissed off. It breaks my heart, knowing I’m the one that made him so angry.

“I think I’m done talking about it for now.” I rolled back on my side to face him. I don’t really want to talk about it anymore. Donovan is still clinging to my words, and he strokes my hair.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you, baby, and I know you will tell me, when you’re ready. I won’t push you.” He kisses me on my nose. “And just so you, I really don’t think anything you tell me about your past will ever drive me away from you.”

I snuggle up to him, and he envelopes me with his arms, again making me feel safe. The skin to skin contact makes me tingle, and I start to plant small kisses on his chest. He must be feeling the tingling too, because we soon become hands and lips. We begin again, having mind blowing sex. It’s a cure all for me.