Page 72 of Only You

“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 howcreativewe 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 ofnotbeing 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 younow.”

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.Reallygood. 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 pussyachedfor 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’tnearlyas 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 andthrustup 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.

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