Page 59 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

Donovan set the pizza back down and kissed me. I barely had time to clear my mouth of bits of food. He tasted like Italian as well, and for some reason, I got hints of oregano from him that I hadn’t found in my own bite.

It was ridiculous, using pizza as an aphrodisiac. But we were both so worked up that it didn’t matter whether it was strawberries and whipped cream or pizza pie. I melted into the embrace, raising my hands to stroke his jaw. There was a bit of grease on my fingers, but the angular cut of his cheekbones rubbed it right off.

He slid his hand through my hair, grasping me firmly at the nape of my neck. Taking control, he deepened the kiss. I felt my heart flutter in its cage. This was going to be even crazier than it had been with Gavin. We were alone with no chance of anyone walking in on us, and Donovan was asserting his dominance.

He picked me up, cupping my backside and pressing my crotch to his. I wrapped my legs around him for balance as he walked out of the dining room and down a short hall. I knew we were heading for the bedroom, but even so, it shocked me when we arrived. He had a king-sized bed, wrapped up in silk sheets. Nothing but the best for the soon-to-be mayor.

I gasped when he released me. My bottom hit the mattress with a soft bounce, proving that even the bed was expensive. Donovan put his hands on either side of me, pressing me back as he captured my lips. I closed my eyes, letting him have his way with me. This was going to be a wild ride, and I could feel my pussy growing wet in anticipation.

I slid my feet out of my shoes, letting the heels fall to the floor. Donovan had me on my back already, lording over me. His eyes were darkened slits, overwhelmed with pleasure. His biceps bulged as they held him in place.

I trailed my fingertips up his arms, memorizing the firm lines. Whatever he did to keep himself in shape was working. I had never been with a man so fit. I wanted to see him without his shirt, but he didn’t give me any time. Lowering himself on top of me, he kissed me deeply, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

I felt the intrusion with every fiber of my being, a tantalizing foreshadowing of what was to come. Between my legs, I could feel his rod stiffen. It was a rock in his pants that ground against me, lighting a fire in my soul.

I stretched my torso, aching for a relief that I knew had only one source. My breasts squeezed against the fabric of my dress, held in place by his massive chest. He wore a button-down shirt and a pair of slacks. I didn’t think I had ever seen him in something casual.

I reached around him to drag my fingernails down his back. The cotton fibers resisted my action, making a soft scraping sound to accompany the tempo of our breath. I moaned, unable to restrain myself. I wanted to regain control of the situation, to assert myself. Pushing up against him, I found him immobile. He dragged a thumb across my ear, leaving my mouth to press his lips against my earlobe.

It was so erotic, the simple act of kissing me in a place I never would have expected. I pressed my chest into his, stretching my spine. With his hips, he thrust against me, bringing the heat from both angles.

“Donovan,” I said breathlessly.

He released my ear and began to work his way down my jaw, kissing and licking until he reached my neck. I expected him to stop, to pull back so that we could get undressed. Instead, he peeled the dress away from my neckline and kissed my naked shoulder.

One hand reached between us to fondle my nipple. I was having trouble breathing, the excitement of it all getting the better of me. I dug around at his waistband for the bottom of his shirt, triumphantly latching on to it and pulling it up over his back. He didn’t want to stop but gave way to the logic of what I was attempting to do.

Putting the foreplay on pause, Donovan released me, standing up to undress. I watched, splayed out helplessly on the bed, as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was like my own private male stripper, revealing himself inch by inch. Removing the shirt, he tossed it aside, not caring about wrinkles for the moment.

Next, he undid his fly, zipping it down over the monstrous package that awaited my pleasure. I watched greedily as he eased his pants down over his thighs. His legs were gorgeous, tight and ripped as his chest. He continued the strip tease, shucking the pants and kicking off his boxers.

He stood, fully naked, looking down at me, pleased that I was so riveted. I didn’t have the presence of mind to undress myself. Lying prone on the bed, I anticipated his arrival. It was all I could do to remain calm.

Donovan took matters into his own hands. Reaching up past my waistline, he felt for my panties. I inhaled sharply as he hooked his fingers beneath the hem and pulled them down past my thighs. I sat up, unzipping the dress from behind and sliding it up over my head.

Tossing the clothing away, I relaxed onto the bed, feeling the sumptuous comforter shift beneath my back. Donovan looked down at me, excitement glinting in his eyes. I was ready to go all the way but sensed that he needed to be in control.

He took me by the arm, gently turning me over onto my stomach. I inched forward, bringing my knees up onto the mattress. Presenting my backside to him, I heard a low growl. A moment later, a hand skimmed up my spine, circled my ribcage, and landed on one breast. The other hand fisted through my hair, pulling back slightly to tilt my chin toward the opposite wall.

He had me right where he wanted me, and he wasn’t playing games. “Do you give me permission to fuck you?” he asked roughly.

“Yes,” I squeaked, preparing myself for his entrance.

He didn’t hesitate. I felt the blunt tip of his instrument circling my opening. It pressed against my clit, sending a shower of sparks through my vision. Then he rammed the monster home, breaking every last barrier between us.

I cried out, loving the sudden movement. One moment I was empty and yearning for fulfillment, and the next I was conquered, submerged in bliss. He filled my cup to overflowing, his member pressing out against me from all sides. This must be what goddesses felt like when they were frolicking in the garden of paradise. I would take a thousand lovers to my bed if each of them was as perfect as Donovan.

He established his rhythm quickly, jolting in and out of my sweet spot. A desperate moan escaped from my lips over and over again as he pulsed. There was no interruption, no hesitation in the pace. He was a stone-cold machine, rubbing his cock up and down my intimate shaft.

I saw the orgasm long moments before it hit, like a shining city on a hill. It came closer and closer, brought on by Donovan’s powerful moves. At the very last moment when I thought I would hit my peak, he withdrew, flipping me over onto my back.

Coming up on the mattress beside me, he put one hand beneath my buttocks. Draping my right leg over his shoulder, he inserted himself again, this time even deeper. I reached for the blankets, struggling to breathe. I needed something to hold on to, to ground myself as my body threatened to take flight.

The bedframe shook against the wall, pounding out a staccato beat. Lights exploded behind my eyes, and I felt the world shatter. Flames swept through me, blinding me to everything else but him. He lodged himself deep within my core and let himself go. For a moment, I didn’t even realize that he had stopped moving.

His manhood pulsed within me, delivering its load as his shoulders shook with exhaustion. Slowly, I returned to reality, recognizing the bed beneath me and my lover on top of me. I reached up to stroke his jaw, encouraging him weakly even though words escaped me.

Donovan bent down to kiss me before pulling back to extricate himself from my body. I watched him leave with regret, already anticipating our next encounter. Instead of reaching for his clothes, he held a hand out to me. I took it gratefully, allowing myself to be lifted up off the bed.

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