The Realest Ever

Chapter FIFTEEN

ETERNALLY YOURS

Kyra ended the call with her aunt and returned her cellphone to her purse. She looked up at Donovan who was watching her instead of the freeway.

“What’d she say?”

Kyra blushed. “She said yes.”

Donovan’s smile brightened. “That’s awesome.”

Kyra nodded. She was still stunned from Donovan’s stunt under the bleachers. “That was some kiss.”

“It was,” Donovan agreed. “It was the best ever.”

“Really?”

He looked over at her. Kyra’s eyes were dark and beautiful.

“The first time we kissed was the reigning champ,” he said. “But tonight was better.”

Kyra’s heart nearly floated out of her chest. Donovan was a gorgeous man and a popular football player. She couldn’t believe his two best kisses were the ones he shared with her.

“Me, too,” she said. “They were my best.”

“Which one was better?”

Kyra giggled. “That’s a hard one. That first kiss… I dreamt about it for years. It was special for a whole lot of reasons. But tonight…” She shook her head slowly. “You blew my mind, Donovan. I’ve been waiting so long. I thought it wasn’t going to happen. It was monumental. But the first one was, too.”

“Dang,” Donovan kidded. “I would’ve hoped I improved a little over the years.”

Kyra placed a hand on his thigh. “Oh, you have.”

“Nah, I don’t think I impressed you enough,” Donovan stated. “I have to try a little bit harder, when we get to my place.”

Kyra grinned. Wow. I’m going to spend the night with Donovan Mitchell. Even as she said it aloud in her mind, and Donovan piloted his F-150 towards their destiny, Kyra didn’t fully believe it.

He placed his hand over hers and caressed it tenderly. Kyra looked into his eyes and smiled. She turned her hand over so they could interlock fingers. They held hands the rest of the way.



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Minutes later, they arrived at Donovan’s house. Kyra’s heartbeats quickened as she walked through the doorway. Donovan closed and locked it behind her.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Kyra nodded. She followed him to the kitchen where Donovan pulled two bottled waters from the refrigerator. He handed her one and leaned on the counter watching while she unscrewed the top.

“Here, let me get that for you.”

Donovan approached and unfastened her mum. Kyra noticed his fingers were trembling slightly.

“Are you nervous?” she asked after he placed the mum on the counter.

Donovan nodded. “You can tell?”

“A little.”

“Are you?”

Kyra nodded.

“Good.” Donovan grinned. “We can be nervous together.”

Kyra smiled, too.

“Come in here,” Donovan said and led her back to the living room.

He took a seat on the sofa, and Kyra sat next to him. She took a sip of water before she placed the bottle on the coffee table.

Donovan watched her carefully. “Do you want to be here?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Do you want to spend the night with me?”

Kyra blushed. She looked down at her hands. She nodded.

Donovan reached and lifted her head with two fingers under her chin. “Are you sure?”

Kyra took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Are you worried about what it might be like, afterwards?”

“I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“I don’t either,” Donovan said. “We’re going to be together forever.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They sealed his pledge with a kiss. Kyra giggled. Her tongue was still blood red. Donovan leaned closer and kissed her again. He savored the flavor of her bottom lip. He leaned closer still, until he was nearly on top of her. Kyra had no choice but to recline on the soft cushions. Donovan placed a hand on her hip. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth as his fingers inched their way towards her breasts.

He left her mouth for a moment to plant hot kisses down her neck. Kyra threw her head back, enjoying the sweet sensations his mouth gave. She gasped when he sucked her exposed cleavage. Donovan’s hand met his mouth there at the same time. He fondled her breast with his large hand while fingering her nipple with his thumb. Kyra felt electricity shoot through her chest. Her nipple hardened. Donovan squeezed it between his thumb and first finger until her whole body shuddered. She put her arms on either side of his neck and stroked his trapezius muscles, silently begging for more.

But Donovan backed away abruptly. He stared at her with his lips parted. His eyes were dark and eager, almost animalistic. Kyra’s heart thundered. Donovan stood. The bulge in the front of his pants was as clear as day. He made no attempt to hide it, so Kyra stared at it unabashedly. Donovan reached for her, and she offered her hand. He pulled her to a standing position and led her down the hallway.

Kyra swallowed hard when she entered his bedroom. Donovan didn’t turn on the lights. He released her hand when they reached his bed.

“Sit down.”

Kyra did as she was told. Donovan’s bed was high off the floor. Kyra’s feet dangled as she scooted back on the mattress. Donovan faced her, with his back to the door. The light was on in the living room, but it wasn’t enough to fully illuminate the hallway. Kyra saw little more than a silhouette as Donovan reached to unbutton his shirt – but what a silhouette it was! When he removed his shirt, Kyra saw how carefully defined his neck and shoulder muscles were. His back fanned out like a cobra; it was so sculpted, she could see it from the front.

Donovan tossed his shirt towards the closet and slowly unbuckled his belt. Kyra could barely see, but she couldn’t look away. He pulled his belt free of the loops and dropped it in the general direction of his shirt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in the same fluid motion. He pushed the slacks off his hips, and they fell the rest of the way down his legs. Kyra subconsciously held her breath. It was so dark, she couldn’t tell what color his boxers were. She strained her eyes to no avail.

Donovan stepped to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Kyra looked up at him, but her eyes kept darting to his boxers. Donovan slid her dress straps off her shoulders and asked, “Does it zip in the back?” Kyra nodded. Donovan stepped closer so he could undo the zipper. His manhood pressed against her stomach, and Kyra’s eyes widened. Oh my God, he’s huge!

Donovan unzipped her and asked her to, “Stand up, so I can get this dress off.”

He helped her off the bed and then pealed the dress off slowly. When Kyra was down to her undies, Donovan placed his hands under her arms and ran them down her sides, creating ripples of energy that made Kyra tremble.

“You have an awesome body,” he said. “Do you mind if I turn on the lights?”

Mind? Kyra was sure she wanted that more than he did. “No. Please, turn them on.”

He reached back, and Kyra was momentarily blinded by the brightness. As her pupils constricted, she was treated with a vision more breathtaking than any of the world’s natural wonders.

This is not real.

Donovan’s skin was smooth and chocolaty from head to toe. His chest was like nothing she’d ever seen in real life. There was a definite crease between his pectorals. His nipples were dark and enticing. His chest protruded from his body at least an inch. Donovan’s arms and shoulders were just as delectable, but it was his chest that captivated Kyra.

And then there was his package. Kyra looked down, and her mouth watered and fell open at the same time. Oh my damn. Donovan was so hard, the fabric in his boxers was stretched nearly to the breaking point. The fat head she felt poking her when Donovan took her under the bleachers looked to be plumb-sized. Kyra’s kitty shuddered pleasantly in anticipation.

“Do, does it hurt?” she asked, her eyes trained on one button at the front of his boxers that was sure to pop off at any moment.

“A little,” Donovan admitted.

Kyra reached down tentatively and pulled the front of his boxers down. Donovan’s erection jumped up to greet her. Kyra inhaled sharply. She wrapped one hand around it, and then the other. She actually had room for both. His flesh was incredibly warm. She felt his blood racing beneath her fingers. She squeezed him slightly, and his manhood pulsated in response. Kyra lightly bit her bottom lip.

Donovan groaned as he reached around with both hands to undo her bra. Kyra regretted that she had to let go of him for a moment so he could slide the undergarment off her arms. Her hands went right back to her new friend. She squeezed him a little harder, and Donovan’s stomach tightened. She looked up at him. He was breathing deeply, staring into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. Kyra felt him jump in her hands again. She stroked him slowly as their tongues danced.

Donovan grabbed her ass with both hands and was delighted to find that Kyra wore a thong. The feel of her bare flesh beneath his palms and the way Kyra stroked him with her soft, smooth hands made pre-cum seep to the tip of his penis. He fondled her with increased vigor. Kyra’s ass was plump and round. She looked down at his manhood and hummed with pleasure.

“Kyra you feel so good to me.”

“You do, too, baby.”

Donovan sucked her lips, and then his head dipped, in search of the nipple he met earlier. Kyra’s breasts were ridiculously perky. Donovan let go of her ass so he could caress them fully for the first time. They were soft and warm. Donovan brought the right one to his mouth and devoured her nipple.

“Oh!” Kyra’s eyelids fluttered while Donovan’s lips and tongue worked hard to please her. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands. Donovan tweaked one nipple with his fingers while he sucked and nibbled the other. When the opposite one was as hard as a pebble, he switched sides, showing them equal affection.

Kyra’s chest had never been stimulated so thoroughly. Donovan didn’t have any timing she could pin down. Sometimes he sucked softly, sometimes hard. He licked one nipple tenderly, like he was enjoying ice cream, while at the same time squeezing her other nipple so hard she felt a lightning bolt shoot through her chest and down to her toes.

Just when she thought she knew what was coming, Donovan stopped suddenly and reached for her panties. He pulled them past her ass and down her thighs. They fell the rest of the way to the floor. Donovan placed both hands on her hips as he kissed her again. They were both completely nude now. Kyra had never been more eager to make love. Donovan’s patience was driving her crazy.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

Kyra reached back to pull herself up. Donovan hoisted her at the same time. Kyra sat back on the mattress, astonished by his strength. She barely had to help at all.

Donovan had a smile on his face. “Kyra, you’ve grown into a very beautiful woman. You were fine back in high school. Now your body’s straight up crazy.”

Her face reddened as she grinned at him. Donovan turned to retrieve a condom from his dresser. Kyra brought a hand to her mouth as she checked out his backside. That is one nice ass!

Donovan turned back to her. His eyes narrowed. “Were you checking out my ass?”

“No,” Kyra said with a giggle. She was biting her fingernail.

“Whatever,” Donovan said. He maintained eye contact as he tore the condom open and rolled it the length of his penis, inch by inch. Kyra couldn’t take her eyes off his hands and his dick.

“Light’s off, or on?” Donovan asked. “Hey, I’m up here.”

Kyra looked up at him. She chuckled nervously, her hand still covering her mouth. She really wanted to watch every bit of Donovan the first time they made love, but the darkness had even more allure. “Off,” she replied.

Donovan turned slightly to flip the switch. Kyra got another glimpse of his bubble butt before Donovan was once again a silhouette. He approached the bed and told her, “Scoot back.”

Kyra pushed herself to the middle of the mattress. Her legs were really trembling now. She nearly cried out when she felt Donovan’s hands on her feet. He ran his fingers the length of her calves and up to her knees, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Donovan climbed onto the bed slowly, as if he was stalking her. Kyra could barely see, but she felt his hands push into the mattress. She opened her legs for him. Donovan quickly occupied the space. He kissed her breasts and her neck on his way up, and then he braced himself on his powerful arms and stared down at her.

Kyra’s heart thumped like a bass drum. She swallowed and tried to relax her body for what she feared might be a painful insertion.

“I’m sorry,” Donovan said. “I feel like I’ve been hard for over an hour. I don’t think I’ll last too long, this first time.”

This first time? Did that mean she was guaranteed seconds? Kyra nearly squealed in delight.

“Me, too,” she said. “I think all you–” There was another powerful shudder between her legs. She was beyond ready. “All you, all you have to do is touch me,” she finished.

Donovan lowered himself so he could kiss her. She still tasted like cherry candy. He sucked on her bottom lip and lightly nibbled it. “Are you ready?”

Kyra nodded. But then she remembered he couldn’t see her. “Ye – aahhh!”

Donovan did see her nod. He had only pushed the head in. Kyra was so wonderfully moist, he thought it was smooth sailing. But her walls were tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yes,” Kyra breathed. She gripped the sheets as tightly as she could. It had been a while since she last had sex, and the pain was nearly searing.

“Relax,” Donovan told her. “Relax your whole body.”

Kyra took his advice. She sucked in a few breaths, and her muscles loosened considerably. Donovan pushed again. Kyra felt him slide inside her. Every inch of him brushed her *oris along the way.

“Oh, Donovan.”

When she thought he’d filled her up completely, he kept going. Kyra didn’t know there was more; no one had ever been that far.

When he finally stopped, Kyra’s eyes were wide and fully dilated. Her hands were sweating from gripping the sheets. Donovan told her, “Relax, baby. I love you,” and Kyra’s heart melted. A tear rolled from her left eye towards her ear. It itched, but she didn’t reach to wipe it. Donovan backed out halfway and entered her again slowly. He developed a rhythm, each time backing out a little more until he was able to pull out completely and start all over again.

He seemed so calm, while Kyra was having a fit of conniptions. The muscles below her waist had been contracting since their kiss under the bleachers. Now they were clenching around Donovan! Her climax was already starting to build.

Donovan increased the speed and the force of his strokes until he punched the back wall with each one. Kyra cried out every time his balls smacked her ass. It was involuntary, but her moans of pleasure turned Donovan on even more.

“Oh, baby!”

Kyra felt her *oris throbbing with each stroke. The pressure reached a boiling point. She abandoned the sheets and grabbed hold of Donovan instead. Her nails dug into his back as he pumped faster and faster. She heard their thighs slapping over the sound of her own wails. He was digging for China now. Deeper than deep.

“Kyra!”

She reached her climax a few seconds before he did. The feel of her walls squeezing him mercilessly pushed Donovan over the edge. He slammed in hard and stayed there. Kyra felt him grow even harder as he pulsated inside of her. Her mouth fell open. Her heart nearly jumped out of it. She saw bright splashes of white and pink that illuminated the darkness. Fifteen years of longing and wanting flowed from her body in a sweet nectar that coated Donovan’s penis as he slowly lowered his body onto hers.

Kyra was still in the midst of the most delicious orgasm. Every move Donovan made caused her kitty to quiver, made her release last even longer. Finally he pulled out completely and lay beside her. Kyra was exhausted. She didn’t know if she was falling asleep or passing out. With her last bit of energy, she managed to roll onto her side. Even this movement created enough friction between her legs to give her another after shock.

Donovan put his arms around her and kissed softly behind the ear. Kyra wasn’t sure if her eruption was fully over before she gratefully succumbed to sleep.



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She woke up some time later. Kyra was surprised and disappointed to find herself alone in Donovan’s king size bed. It was still pitch-black outside. Kyra rolled over groggily, looking for Donovan’s alarm clock. She found it glowing brightly on the dresser. It was 1:45 am.

He must be in the bathroom.

But then Kyra caught the scent of something tantalizing. She listened, and she could now hear someone in the kitchen. Kyra’s stomach growled. Mmmm. The more she sniffed the air, the better the aroma smelled. She was suddenly ravenous. She wrapped the sheets around her nude body as she climbed off Donovan’s bed. Why was it so tall? Of course that was because Donovan was tall; six feet, four inches to be exact.

And he was big, too. And they made love. Kyra smiled in the darkness. She and Donovan made love. And it was awesome. Kyra straightened her hair as best she could with her fingers as she walked down the hallway. Donovan’s carpet was soft. She couldn’t think of one thing about him that wasn’t absolutely perfect.

She found him in the kitchen cutting vegetables while cubed chunks of chicken breast sizzled on the stovetop. Donovan wore a clean tee shirt with baggy shorts. He looked exceptionally tall as he leaned over the counter with an onion in hand. Kyra loved the shape of his powerful back. She admired his butt until he became aware of her presence and turned around.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning,” Kyra said. She leaned on the doorframe and yawned. “So you’re a master chef, too?” She was no longer surprised by anything Donovan could do.

“No,” he said. “Anybody can make quesadillas. You hungry?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Me, too,” Donovan said. “That’s why I woke up. I planned to take you to dinner after the game. We didn’t get to do that,” he said with a grin. “And I dropped the only food I had – my popcorn and soda – when you dragged me under the bleachers, like some wild woman.”

Kyra laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to take a shower?” Donovan asked.

“Yes, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I pulled some stuff out for you. It’s on the coffee table.”

He nodded in that direction. Kyra went to check out what he had for her while Donovan tended to his meal. She didn’t want to be angry with him, but she couldn’t believe Donovan was offering her another woman’s clothing – after their first night together! That hurt.

But Kyra’s frown turned upside down when she reached the coffee table. Donovan had a pair of sweat pants that he cut the legs off and converted to shorts. There was a pair of men’s boxers, size medium and a large Western Hills tee shirt. All of the clothing was a little too big for Kyra, but she wouldn’t look ridiculous when she put it on.

She scooped up her outfit and went back to the kitchen. “Where did you get this? I know it’s too small for you.”

“I had a former student living with me for a while,” Donovan said. “I’m sorry, that’s all I have that might fit you. I know the shorts are too big, but they have a drawstring.”

“No, it’s perfect,” Kyra said.

“You look good in anything,” Donovan assured her. “Like right now, I want to yank that sheet away and make love to you right here in the kitchen. But I’m practicing restraint.”

Kyra’s eyes widened. She grinned. “In the kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Donovan said, nodding. “Up against the refrigerator.”

Oh wow.

“How, how would that work?”

“I’d have to pick you up,” Donovan explained. “…lean your back against the fridge for support. I never did it before, but you got me thinking about it.”

Oh double wow!

Kyra almost dropped the sheet herself and made him put his money where his mouth was, but she really wanted to get cleaned up first.

“Let me… go ahead and get in the shower,” she said.

“Alright, scary. I’ll have your food ready when you get out.”

“I’m not scary,” Kyra said as she walked away.

“So you say. You’re gonna have to face me in this kitchen sooner or later.”

Sweet! Kyra kept walking. She hoped it would be sooner rather than later.



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The bathroom was still a little steamy from Donovan’s shower, so Kyra knew he hadn’t been up that long. She’d never been in Donovan’s bathroom at all, but now she was about to bathe in it! She was super excited. She didn’t even feel sleepy anymore.

Donovan’s washroom was clean and neat. The tub was huge, nearly twice the size of either of the ones at Aunt Ruth’s house. He didn’t have big variety of bathing supplies, just the essentials; body wash, shampoo a back scrubber and a bath sponge. Kyra checked her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t look too bad at all, all things considered. She dropped her sheet and stepped into the tub and was soon having one hell of a Calgon moment.

The water felt great. It was hot and relaxing. Kyra didn’t want to leave the tub after she finished bathing, but she knew there was something even better waiting for her in the living room – or maybe in the kitchen, somewhere near the refrigerator.

She left the shower and dressed in the clothes Donovan provided for her. The boxers fit surprisingly well, but the drawstring on the shorts was essential. She put on the tee-shirt and thought she looked a little tom-boyish. But Kyra felt fresh and comfortable when she rejoined Donovan in the kitchen. He had a plate waiting for her. His quesadillas looked scrumptious.

“You look great,” Donovan said when he caught sight of her. “You ready to eat?” He pulled a chair out for her.

“Yes, I am. Thanks for the clothes, and the food!” Kyra took a seat and inhaled the rich scents wafting from her plate. Donovan even provided a small bowl of salsa for dipping. “This is perfect,” she said. “Your mama taught you how to make these?”

“No, Miss-Know-It-All. I learned from TV, one of those cooking shows.”

“Donovan watches cooking shows?” Kyra said as she took her first bite. Mmmm. Melted cheese, juicy chicken, green onions and tomatoes. It was perfect without the salsa.

“I have a lot more surprises,” Donovan said as he sat across from her. His plate was still full. He waited on her rather than chow down while she was in the shower. It was a little thing, but it made Kyra feel special.

“I bet you do,” she said. She giggled and then quickly devoured her late night snack.



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“I’m glad you changed your mind about kissing on the first date,” Donovan said. The dishes were put away, Kyra’s belly was nicely full, and Donovan surprised her with a chilled bottle of Moscato. They sat together on the living room couch sipping and talking. It was three a.m.

Kyra covered her mouth as she laughed. “Whatever. You know that rule didn’t apply to you.”

“Really?” Donovan said. “I feel special.”

“You are,” Kyra said. “You know that. I don’t even feel like we went on a first date. It was more like we were starting a new phase of our friendship. It was exciting, so we celebrated.” She grinned. Her face reddened.

“I like that,” Donovan said. “A new phase.”

“But our friendship will always come first,” Kyra said. “If you’re mad at me because of something I did as your girlfriend, you still have to be my best friend.”

“No doubt,” Donovan said. “But you’re more than my girlfriend, Kyra. Girlfriends come and go. You’re not going anywhere. You’ll be with me forever, right?”

Kyra’s heart sighed. “Yes, Donovan. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. So I was thinking you and Kat and Quinell should come and live with me.”

Kyra’s jaw dropped. “When were you thinking that?”

“For a while now. I don’t like the idea of all three of y’all in one bedroom. That’s not cool.”

“But you know I’m getting my own place.”

“You said you’d be with me forever, so why do you want to get your own place? You do plan to marry me and live with me at some point, right?”

Kyra thought she might have a heart attack. Was that a proposal? She couldn’t get a response out.

“I mean, it’s my assumption we’re going to get married,” Donovan said.

Kyra’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes, Donovan. That would be a dream come true.”

“Alright. We’re on the same page. I’m just saying you can move in with me whenever you’re ready to leave your aunt’s house. Today, tomorrow. Whenever. No pressure.”

Today? Tomorrow? Kyra didn’t know what to make of it. She would love to live with Donovan. And his argument made sense. But surely it was the wine talking. Living together would be a HUGE adjustment – for both of them. Donovan didn’t know what he was saying.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

He reached to wipe her tears. This was the second time he did that tonight. Kyra realized she was an emotional wreck.

She chuckled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“I know what will make you feel better,” Donovan said.

“Oh? What’s that?”

He reached into her lap and pulled the drawstring on her shorts, undoing the bow she tied. Kyra smiled. When she looked up at him, Donovan leaned closer and kissed her, softly. His lips were sweet from the wine. Kyra slipped her tongue into his mouth as Donovan reached and caressed her breasts.

“Come with me,” he said between kisses. “To my bedroom. I want to make love to you. For real this time.”

For real this time? “Okay,” Kyra whispered.

Donovan rose from the couch. He took Kyra’s wine glass and then helped her to her feet.



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Donovan took her to the bedroom again and asked Kyra to sit on the bed. He turned on the lights and stood before her. With Kyra sitting on his mattress, they were roughly the same height. Donovan kissed her softly and then helped her out of her shirt. Kyra didn’t have a bra on. Donovan caressed both of her breasts with both hands. He fondled her nipples with his thumbs until they were both perky, and then he told her to lie back on the mattress. Kyra did so. Donovan helped slide her shorts and boxers off her legs. He looked down at her beautiful, nude body.

Kyra had her knees bent, her legs closed. Donovan pried her knees apart and ran his hands from her stomach to her chest. He caressed her hot flesh lovingly. His touch sent shivers up and down her spine. Kyra watched him in silence.

Donovan pulled his tee shirt over his head. He removed his shorts and underwear and placed his hands on Kyra’s knees again. He was still standing on the side of the bed. He stepped closer, and Kyra felt his manhood brushing her pubic hair. Her breaths quickened. Donovan pushed his hips forward, and she felt his erection slide up to her belly button. The sensation made her gasp. She sat up on her elbows and looked between her legs.

Donovan stroked again, back and forth. His penis was on top of her rather than inside. It was hot and weighty. Donovan pushed all the way, until she felt his balls on her labia. Kyra’s heart was thumping now. She realized he could make love to her in this position. Her kitty moistened and tightened in anticipation.

Donovan brought her knees together until her thighs closed on his penis from both sides. Only the head was sticking out from Kyra’s perspective. And what a plump and lovely head it was! Kyra wanted to suck it. She wanted to feel him in her mouth.

Donovan released her and walked to his dresser. Kyra’s entire body immediately yearned for his return. Donovan found another condom. He went to a nightstand that had a stereo sitting on top of it. He turned it on and pressed a few buttons until a smooth R & B tune dripped from the speakers.

Donovan returned to the bed and stood before Kyra. He put his hands on her knees and spread them again. Kyra looked up at him anxiously. Donovan ran his hands from her knees to her inner thighs. Kyra shuddered involuntarily.

“Does it tickle?” Donovan asked.

Kyra nodded. “A little.”

Donovan’s hands met at her wet center. He stroked her labia with what felt like all ten fingers. Kyra lay back on the mattress, enjoying the pleasure he gave her. Donovan found her *oris and stroked it slowly with his thumb.

“Ooh!” Kyra began to squirm on the bed.

While still toying with her hardening nub, Donovan inserted one of the fingers from his other hand, and then another. He stroked her slowly, loving how wet she was getting for him.

“Ah!” Kyra’s head shot up. She panted, staring at Donovan. His body was ripped. He was staring between her legs, working his fingers expertly. Who would’ve thought a burly football player could be so surgical with his hands? Donovan didn’t notice her watching him. He was totally lost in the feast his eyes beheld. The look on his face turned Kyra on just as much as his magical hands.

Finally he looked up at her. The muscles in Kyra’s stomach tightened and loosened with each breath.

“You have such pretty lips,” Donovan said.

Kyra closed her mouth. She licked her lips subconsciously.

“Those are nice, too,” Donovan said. “But I meant these.” He removed his fingers and caressed both sides of her labia as he spoke.

Kyra was already on the verge of an orgasm. She was speechless. Donovan stunned her further by dropping to his knees. Kyra immediately closed her legs. Donovan was now eye level the lips he was so fond of. She knew he wanted to kiss them. Patiently, he pried her knees apart. Kyra legs were quivering. Donovan maintained eye contact as he took the first lick. His tongue was like electric fire.

“Oh!”

Kyra’s *oris swelled and began to throb. Donovan closed his eyes as he licked her again, from bottom to top.

Oh my God. Kyra couldn’t watch. She lowered her back on the mattress. She stared at the ceiling, and then she closed her eyes when Donovan’s tongue got into a rhythm.

“Oh, Donovan.”

His hands slid across her body as he lapped her juices. He caressed her inner thighs and her outer thighs. Both hands crawled up her stomach. He found her breasts and tweaked her nipples until they were perfectly erect. When Kyra’s ass began to slide right and left on the sheets, Donovan grabbed her hips and held her still. When her cries of pleasure began to drown out the music, Donovan stopped abruptly and rose to his feet.

No!

Kyra’s eyes flashed open. She looked between her legs and saw Donovan tearing a condom wrapper open. His lips were wet with her essence. Kyra eyes followed the condom as he brought it down his chest and past his flat stomach, where it met up with his throbbing erection.

Oh yes!

Kyra barely had time to lay back before Donovan entered her, all the way, balls deep on the first stroke.

“Oh!”

Her eyelids fluttered. Donovan was still standing on the side of the bed. Both of his hands gripped her thighs. He was staring at her, pumping hard and fast. Their hips met with an audible Splack! with each stroke.

Kyra’s body was ready to explode, but Donovan slowed suddenly and stroked her long ways; all the way in, and nearly all the way out, each pump slow and sweet. He watched Kyra’s face. She bit down on her bottom lip, and Donovan went all the way in and stayed there. When he started moving again, his strokes were short and quick, each time hitting the back end. Kyra began to pump her hips with the same timing. The room was completely bright. Everything was out in the open. Kyra never made love like this before.

Donovan went back to the hard and fast strokes, and Kyra felt her climax building again. She told him, “I’m cumming.”

Donovan said, “I know. I feel it.”

Kyra kept her eyes on his as her second release rolled down her body like a tidal wave. Donovan kept pumping rhythmically. Kyra watched him until her body twisted on the bed, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Donovan gripped her trembling thighs and slowed his pace. He loved the way Kyra’s muscles clenched around his penis during her climax. He felt at home inside her. He loved to bring her pleasure.

He withdrew and slowly brought her knees closed. “Can you scoot back?”

Kyra didn’t want to, but she pushed back until she could lay flat without her legs dangling off the mattress. Donovan got on the bed and lay next to her. Kyra rolled to her side, and Donovan did the same. He pressed his chest against her back, and placed his hand on her hip.

“You didn’t…” Kyra took a breath. “You didn’t cum.”

“I’m about to,” Donovan whispered into the back of her head. She felt his still hard penis pushing the back of her thighs.

Kyra grinned. She felt completely relaxed. “That’s not gonna work.”

“It will if you lift this leg a little,” Donovan said. He stroked her thigh.

Kyra had never made love in this position, but she lifted her leg. Donovan shifted slightly, and his penis found her ridiculously wet opening. He slid inside. Kyra’s love-lazy eyes flashed open. She moaned with pleasure.

“Ah…”

“Told ya,” Donovan said. He still had his hand on her hip, his chest against her back. “Your ass feels so good in my lap,” he breathed. He pumped slowly, filling her completely each time.

Kyra closed her eyes, enjoying the new angles he could hit from this position. After a while, she found that she could throw it back at him, while lying on her side. Donovan enjoyed that very much.