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Donovan is driving me crazy. As we walked into the hotel, there appeared to be a wedding taking place towards the back. He grinned at me, took my hand and dragged me into the marquee where there is a live band and a crowded dance floor.
His hands are everywhere and nowhere. We’ve been on the dance floor now for three songs. He knows what he’s doing to me as well because he keeps smirking. At this rate I’m going to end up knocking the smirk off his face. His hands have been all over me, but he’s avoiding where I want his touch the most.
He’s going to touch me where I need him to if it’s the last thing he does. He thinks he’s being noble after he’s deflowered me, well he isn’t—he’s frustrating the hell out of me.
The lights dip so now it’s time to knock him on his ass. Straddling his thigh, I get as close as I possibly can and feel the bulge going on in his jeans. I start to rock against him. His hand lands on my bottom, squeezing and pushing me into him. Moaning in his ear, I feel his cock swell even more.
My core throbs to have him inside me again and my knees nearly buckle when I feel his hands beneath my skirt, inching closer and closer to my naked ass.
He has a death grip on my butt so feeling adventurous; I shove my hand straight down the front of his jeans and stroke his naked flesh.
Then we’re moving—out through the marquee.
He slaps a quick kiss to my lips before pulling me along behind him as he leads us to our room.
As soon as our door shuts, he’s on me. Our mouths seal together, his hands shove my skirt up to my waist. One hand slides onto my butt and the other rubs my pussy.
We break from the kiss, gasping for air.
“I can’t believe you didn’t put any panties on.”
“Don’t talk. Fuck me.”
He pauses before quickly dropping his zipper to free his erection.
Before I can blink, I’m back in his arms and being hoisted up, my legs go around his waist and he’s pushing inside me—dropping me down on top of him.
There is a slight discomfort, but nothing to stop me right now. I want and need him inside me.
He pins me to the wall with his cock so deep inside me that I’m sure he’s prodding the entrance to my womb. He hisses, “You drive me crazy,” as he drops his head and takes my mouth in a heated kiss.
His hips start moving as our tongues tangle and caress. My climax is fast approaching as he stops and lifts me off him.
“No.”
“Hang on baby. We’re stripping and hitting the shower. I want you all slippery in my arms.”
“My arm.”
“Shit. I forgot about that. Um. I know.”
Before I know it our clothes are thrown all over the room, I have a plastic bag wrapped tightly around the plaster cast leaving my fingers free, and he has us inside the shower with the water pelting down on us.
The way he looks at me, as though he wants me for dinner, causes my heart to beat frantically in my chest.
Taking hold of the shower gel, he squirts a large amount into his hands before moving closer and caressing down from my collarbone and over my breasts with his magic hands. As he concentrates around my nipples, I throw my head back and moan. The sensation shoots straight between my thighs. Then his hands are on the move again as he rubs the gel into my stomach, moving further south as he strokes my pussy. My legs quiver from his arousing touch.
“You are so damn hot, Mara. I have no idea where to sample you first.”
I grin and drop to my knees. He’s so sexy clothed, but unclothed he’s scorching, and with water cascading down his muscular body, well, I really have no words.
Reaching out, I grip the base of his shaft and bring him to my waiting mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head before sucking him into my mouth.
His hands tangle in my hair while my head bobs up and down on him. I stroke up his thigh with my other hand and feel his legs start to shake as I gently squeeze his balls.
“Enough,” he growls pulling me off him.
He pulls me up and, finding my feet, he turns me around and places my hands on the shower wall in front of me and pulls my bottom out towards him. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He lightly smacks me on the ass. The smack sounds louder because of the water, and he does it again before I feel his mouth on me.
