Overwhelm Me (14 page)

I wake up and stretch. I look over, and Donovan is cuddled up to me, his face in my back and his hands on my breasts. “Good morning, baby doll,” Donovan almost purrs in my ear.

“Good morning to you too, love,” I say sleepily.

“You know, I really like when you call me ‘love.’” Donovan nuzzles my neck. “It’s adorable.”

“I think it’s pretty cute too but maybe not as cute as you,” I nudge him with my elbow.

Donovan playfully swats my butt, and I yelp. He’s so fun to be around. I enjoy his company so much. I need to tell him what happened in my past, but it’s a little too heavy this early in the morning.

“What do you want to do today?” Donovan stands and stretches, making all the muscles in his back flex. “Do you have any plans, or can I be assured you will be with me?”

“So, you’re off work today?” I sit up on my elbow and drink in the view of his perfect body. His muscles are so toned and incredibly sexy. Will I ever tire of this man in all his glory?

“Yeah, I took the day off.”

“Well, I need to go home to get some clothes. I didn’t think to grab any. Unless you want me to wear the dress out today?”

“I’d prefer you wear nothing at all.” Donovan turns around quickly and pounces on me, making me lose my balance, and we fall back. He wraps his arms around me so my hands are pinned by my sides. I can’t help but to giggle and try to break free. “Struggling is pointless, baby.” He kisses me passionately, digging his morning erection into my thigh.

“Well, that was unexpected.” I say as Donovan releases me, too quickly for my taste. He gives me a wickedly delicious grin.

“I love waking up to you. It’s has definite advantages,” he says with a megawatt grin.

“Waking up next to you has one really big advantage.” I look down at his waist and notice his morning wood hasn’t gone away. I bring my eyes back to his face, and his blue eyes have a look saying ‘Oh yeah I’m fucking you now.’ And before I know it, we are tangled in the sheets again, our bodies sliding against each other.

“God, you are an animal,“ Donovan says in between licks and kisses.

“Make love to me, then fuck me until I can‘t see straight.” I can’t believe I just said that, but at this point, that’s exactly what I need. I need Donovan to show me love then give me white hot sex.

Donovan cups my breasts and tugs at my nipples. “Is that what you want, baby? Because that is exactly what you’re going to get.” My pelvis starts moving up and down, wishing he would put himself inside. As if he can read my thoughts, he leans over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. I snatch it from him, rip it open, and slide it on him.

“Whoa, baby. You really do need to be fucked.” His eyes are wide as he watches me roll it down his shaft.

He doesn’t waste time and slowly sinks inside me, making me gasp. The full feeling is so amazing. The way he stretches me is indescribable, and I scratch my nails down his back.

He lets me get used to the feeling of him expanding me, then he starts to pull out and back in again, slowly. I wrap my legs around his back so he can go even deeper. Soon he’s pumping harder and faster. I groan his name and suddenly explode all around him, unable to contain my orgasm.

Donovan waits until my body stops quivering, then says, “Roll over, baby, because now it’s time to fuck you until you can‘t see straight.”

Wow, holy shit. I comply and roll onto my stomach.

“Ass up, face down,” Donovan orders.

I jut out my backside and lay with my chest and face on the bed. Donovan grabs my hips and slams into me.

“Fuck!” I scream. He goes even deeper this way, and it is almost painful. Donovan is more gentle with the second thrust, letting me get used to him again. He keeps a hold of my hips and thrusts into me again and again. I feel that pressure again, so wound up with the need to release.

“Come for me.” Donovan commands, and like a slave to his body, I do as I’m told. I feel myself tighten around him and unable to control my body from shaking. Donovan thrusts one more time, then comes, pulsating deep inside me. Donovan pulls out, leaving me empty, and falls on the bed beside me. “You know, you are going to make me totally addicted to you. You’re my drug, and I can’t get enough,” he says, breathlessly.

I pull my long brown hair out of my face and stare at him, completely and happily spent. “I think the feeling is mutual, Dr. Callahan. I might need rehab.”

“Now that we are both good and thoroughly fucked, let’s go take a shower.” Donovan stands and unrolls the condom. He offers his hand to me. I scoot to the edge of the bed, and I start to feel sore from all the sex we have had. I winch as I get up, and I see Donovan smirk. “Now, you will remember all day that I’ve laid claim there, that you are mine.”

We walk to the bathroom and into the double shower, but Donovan only turns one on. He pulls me close under the warm water and nuzzles my hair, inhaling the smell of sex that comes off of me. I wrap my arms around his waist and interlock my hands at his back. We let the water rain down on us. We stand there in our embrace for what seems like a long time. My head rests on his chest, and I listen to his heart. Donovan’s chin rests on top of my head. It’s so relaxing just being together like this. I never want that feeling to go away.

“Are you ready to graduate this Saturday?” Donovan breaks the silence.

“I guess so. In all honesty, I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been kind of preoccupied with something.”

“Hmm. I wonder with what?” Donovan chuckles, and it makes my head vibrate.

“I haven’t the slightest, Doc.” I move my index finger in circles across his chest.

“Well, it is two days away. I’m taking you out and buying you a dress to wear for the big day.”

“But, Donovan…” I start, looking at him through the running water. He puts his index finger on my lips.

“Absolutely no but’s. It’s a graduation present. Deal with it,” Donovan says in an authoritative manner, one not to be questioned. I’m defeated, so I just say, “Thank you,” and stand on my toes to kiss him.

“That’s more like it. Now let’s wash. The water is going to get cold.” We take turns using his Issey Miyake body wash. God, it smells so good, so Donovan. Watching him washing me is so freaking erotic. Actually, everything he does is sexy: the way he walks, the way he says my name, the way he looks at me. He lathers his hands again and rubs the body wash all over me. The touch of his hands light me on fire. “Just want to make sure you’re clean, baby doll.”

Donovan grins, showing me his perfect smile.

“Yes, because apparently, I am a very dirty girl.” I wink at him as I start squeezing the soap into my hands. I lather, working the soap into a foam, and rub my hands over his chest and sculpted abdomen.

“You know, if we keep this up, we’re going to go at it again.” Donovan’s voice is low and husky, giving me those familiar goose bumps, even under the warm water.

“I think I’m okay with that.” I bite my bottom lip, getting turned on by the very thought of him taking me in the shower. Since I have almost no experience with guys, everything we do is like a first to me, and this is something I’ve always wanted to try.

Donovan takes his thumb and pulls my lip from my teeth. “I think you are still a bit sore. Besides, I don‘t keep condoms in the shower.” He frowns. “Maybe I should from now on.”

My mouth is on his within seconds, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his sharp intake of breath, and I know I took him by surprise. Donovan doesn’t miss a beat and lifts me up with his strong arms under my backside. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he puts my back against the wall of the shower, all while we kiss. He tugs on my lip. I grab his shoulder and moan into his mouth. Yes, I’m pretty sore still, but damn it, I want him.

Donovan lets me down and says, “Turn around.” I do as I’m told and turn towards the wall. He takes my hands and places them above my head. He slips his arm around my waist and puts his other on my pubic area, making my ass stick out. He thrusts two fingers in and out of me, and I hiss through clenched teeth. I tilt my head back and feel myself tighten. Again I cum, violently with no holds barred.

I stand there, panting like an animal, trying unsuccessfully to catch my breath. Donovan turns me around and just stares at me. “I love watching you cum.”

I look into those blue eyes, and my heart melts inside my chest. My mind tells me it’s too soon to love him, but my heart is unable to hold back. I don’t want to get hurt, but my feelings for Donovan are so intense and passionate. It would break me into a million pieces if I ever lost him. I wrap my arms around him, not ever wanting to let go. I’m going to hold my feelings back from him. I don’t want to scare him off. Donovan kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. “We should finish washing, baby doll.” So, we do.

“My sister has a room here. I didn’t think of it before, but she has tons of clothes here. She wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some. It’s the second room on the left,” Donovan calls from the bathroom.

“Okay, thanks.” I tighten my towel and pad down the hallway in my bare feet. I open the door to Megan’s room, and I’m given a glimpse into Donovan’s sister’s life.

“Wow,” I mutter. Her room is beautiful. The walls are lilac, and the floor is hardwood. There’s a huge walk-in closet, along with three dressers. Her bed is about the size of a queen with a canopy hanging above it with sheer lilac curtains streaming down. The comforter looks like it’s made of down feathers, and it’s also the same color as the walls. “No wonder my dress was purple,” I giggle to myself. I walk over to the closet and switch on the light. “Oh, my!” I can’t believe the size of it! It’s bigger than my bedroom, and it’s wall to wall clothes. There are dresses, sweaters, shirts, belts, scarves. Everything. I don’t even know where to start.

I feel guilty looking through Megan’s clothes, being that I’ve never even met her. Donovan said she wouldn’t mind, and she obviously knows about me since she helped set up last night’s beautiful evening. I decide on a light pink sundress with capped sleeves. I slide it over my head, and I’m shocked that it fits perfectly. Well, Donovan did say we were the same size. I look down, and I see tons of shoes. I wonder if we are the same shoe size. I pick out a pair of white wedge sandals and become excited that they fit. I look into the antique mirror Megan has in her closet, and I’m satisfied. “Good enough,” I mutter as I head back down the hallway towards Donovan’s room.

I walk in, and he’s dressed as well. He is wearing khakis that hang off his hips with a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is still damp, and it hangs on his forehead and just over his ears. Wow, he’s so hot.

“You look stunning.” Donovan saunters over to me, his blue eyes sparkling. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I inhale his scent and sigh.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yeah, let me grab my purse.” I stop dead in my tracks. “Shit, Livey! I forgot to call her!” I run to the kitchen. I had set my purse down when Donovan grabbed our wine last night. I search for my cell phone and see two missed calls. I groan.

I dial her number, and she answers on the third ring. “Well, damn it, it’s about time! I was worried about you.” Her tone is chipped. Uh oh, she’s mad.

“Livey, I’m sorry! I have so much to tell you. We got swamped by photographers coming out of the Sun Dial.” I try to distract her from her annoyance with me.

“Oh, that I already know. It’s on the front page of the society pages, and there are pictures floating all over the internet.” My mouth drops open. “But don’t worry, they didn’t get a good shot of you, but I knew Donovan and of course, the dress.”

“Oh. My. God.” is all I could say. What the hell? We’re all over the society pages and the internet? How the hell could I let this happen?

“Look, we will talk when you get here. I’m off today, so I have to run a few errands for Daddy.

By the way, he wants to do dinner tonight. You able to come? He wants to meet at 6:00, is that ok?”

“Yes, that sounds good. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home. I’ll call you in a little while. Bye.”

“Bye, sweetie.”

I put my phone back in my purse as Donovan comes around the corner. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yeah, I guess. We are in the papers this morning, as well as the internet.” I look up at his beautiful face, and it’s crazy how his presence alone can make me feel so protected.

“Oh, well. It will be okay. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you, so don’t think that. I got a hot babe on my arm.” His statement makes me laugh, and I smack his arm.

“Before we go, we should probably eat. A late breakfast sounds good to me,” I say, realizing that I am famished. Must have been all the sex and the energy I have exerted in the last few days.

“I think you have really good ideas.” Donovan walks over to the refrigerator and looks in. “Uh, what do you like?” It occurs to me he doesn’t know what food I like other than nachos, pizza, and sea scallops. I giggle. We have much to learn about each other, and I can’t wait.

“Let me see what you have to work with.” I walk up and stand beside him. His fridge is so nice and neat and fully stocked. I pull out a carton of eggs, cheese, sausage links, and orange juice,

“How does scrambled eggs sound to you?”

“Sounds great, but this is my house, and I want to make it for you.” Donovan bends down and pulls out a pan from a bottom cabinet.

“Well, why don’t we make it together?” I ask as I look for the non-stick spray in the pantry.

“Okay, deal,” Donovan says with a breathtaking smile. He pulls out a mixing bowl and a fork.

He lights the stove and lets the pan heat up. Then he turns to help me crack the eggs. He grabs the salt and pepper, while I mix in the cheese. It’s really nice, doing something so normal like making breakfast together. He pours half the mixture in the pan and puts the links in the other pan that’s heated. In the meantime, I grab the glasses for the juice.

“It smells great. I didn’t realize I was so hungry.” My mouth is practically watering. “Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.”

“Mine too, baby doll.” Donovan folds the eggs over. I sit at the kitchen island, watching him. I’m just surprised he is so at ease in a kitchen. Not like my brother, for sure. Jon couldn’t make toast when we were growing up. I guess his wife Jodi is the cook in the family. I chuckle to myself.