“Yes, please,” I whisper.
When Donovan starts to move the pad of his tongue in long, strong swipes over and around my clit, it takes barely seconds until my orgasm explodes. For a blissful moment, this pleasure is all that exists.
Donovan and I, tumbling through space in the bubble of ecstasy.
Absolute perfect harmony.
Eventually, the bubble sinks back to earth, and I sink back into the mattress.
“Theo.”
He says my name like it’s precious, like a prayer.
“I’m not great with poetry and words, but you have to know I love you beyond any love that’s ever existed ever before. Like, ever.”
“I’d say you are perfect with poetic words,” I tell him, rolling over to capture his face. As I press my mouth against his, I taste myself on his lips. Fuck, that makes me want more. And more.
As I slide one leg over his chest until I’m centered above him, Donovan moans. I tease my entrance against his cock, and then it’s both of us moaning.
“Baby, I’m sorry, but I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t.”
He circles my waist with his hands, then pushes me down, filling me with his iron-hard cock. Without giving me time to catch my breath, he pulls me up again, using my body to pump his length.
It’s deep and brutal and exactly what I need.
Even though I’ve just come, the tingling deliciousness of pre-orgasm starts to build in again. As he slides me up and down his shaft, the way he’s using my hole, desperate for it, makes me feel like a queen.
Donovan’s cock swells impossibly fuller, oh fuck.
As he yells out my name, hot cum pouring into me, my spine prickles, walls contract, and then…over the cliff I fall again— diving wildly through stars and bliss.
When I come back to reality, I’m collapsed on Donovan’s chest, and he’s peppering soft kisses on my head.
“I love you,” he tells me between kisses. “I love your scalp. I love this hair strand, love this hair strand, love this one…”
I want to reply, but already my eyes are closing.
—I love you too—
???
I don’t know what wakes me.
The room is completely dark, and I’m still on Donovan’s chest.
Oh, wait, I need to pee.
Should have done that earlier. I softly roll off my love, trying not to disturb him.
“...catch your lucky charm…” he mumbles in his sleep, making me grin as I tiptoe to the bathroom.
There is so much that is wrong right now, but this? This is something to smile about.
I’ve just finished peeing, with much relief, when I hear something, someone, moving around in the living room. Probably Maximus.
But then there’s a sob. A gasping, shuddery breath.
