Page 21 of Dreamboat

“But, I want…” I lose all train of thought when he effortlessly flips me over and guides me to my knees.

I have to bury my face in the pillow to stifle a scream when he scrapes his teeth over my ass cheek.

“You’ll feel me so fucking deep like this,” he growls into the air. “So fucking deep.”

I feel the big crown of his cock at my entrance. “Slow, right?”

“Slow.” He reaches around to pinch one of my nipples before that hand darts to my hair.

He gathers it into his fist, jerking my head back so my body follows.

I’m on all fours as he enters me for the very first time. I breathe deeply and then again but it does nothing to quell the exquisite pain that is flowing through me.

“You’re taking it all,” he whispers. “Jesus, I wish you could see how fucking hot it is to see your pussy take me.”

My knees almost buckle at that. “Donovan.”

“I’m almost there,” he soothes me with a kiss on my shoulder. “As soon as I’m in, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle. This is too fucking good. It feels so good. Goddammit.”

I sense the second his self-control breaks because my head is jerked back again as he pummels me with deep and unrelenting strokes of his cock.

I come around him almost instantly, my voice sounds unrecognizable as it breaks within a stuttered moan.

He ups the pace even more, thrusting harder and deeper.

When he reaches down to circle my clit with the lightest touch of his fingertip I come again. His hand slides to my stomach. He guides me up to my knees so I’m pressed against him as he lets go into his own release.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Donovan

The ocean before me is the definition of how vast the unknown can be. As the waves lick the side of this vessel, I feel nothing from that movement since this ship is massive.

What I am feeling, and can’t ignore, is how it feels as though the floor beneath me is shifting. It’s internal, sparked by the time I’ve kept Delia here in this stateroom with me.

I glance to the table next to the small white couch that I’ve been sitting on for the past hour. I broke open the book I’m reading as Delia slept tangled in the white linens of the bed, but I can’t remember a single word.

The only thoughts that have been playing in my mind on repeat are those related to her. The noises she made when she was asleep. Soft breathing mixed with the occasional unmistakable sound of her humming.

I was tempted to record it on my phone to cement the memory in a form that I can revisit over and over again, but I couldn’t do it.

She stirs slightly. I take that as a sign to crawl back in next to her.

I’m naked. I’ve been that way since I stripped so I could fuck her for the first time yesterday afternoon. We didn’t let go of each other until she drifted to sleep a few hours ago.

I lost track of how many condoms I used or how long I spent with my mouth on her pussy. Everything about her is addictive to me from the taste of her to the sound of her soft voice.

“Donovan,” she whispers as I gather her into my arms. “What time is it?”

I slide my lips along the smooth column of her neck before I plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Time for you to come again.”

I feel her smile even though I’m too close to see it. “Again?”

“And again, and again, and …” My voice trails as my hand slides over her side toward her core.

I find it as I left it, swollen and wet.

I hone in on her clit immediately, tracing a familiar path over the bud until her hips gently sway in unison to my movement.

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