1. Detours (Part 3 of 3)


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    within her, gripping her in his undeniable energy. She was losing herself to him so quickly as if her brakes had been cut. Her morning sky blue eyes narrowed on him. She visibly swallowed then mustered as steady a voice as she could and asked, “Were you the one who cut my tire?” Donovan paused as he held her in his eyes. A sharp grin slashed along his lips. “What do you believe, Bonnie?” he asked in turn. What did she believe? At this moment she believed two things. One, that the devil was in the detours. Two, she wanted to ride with that devil, right here, right now. Donovan’s hand slid beneath her chin. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, pulling it away from her upper lip, her soft, unsteady breath escaping between the gap. Further it moved down, the back of his hand caressing from the side to the front of her neck. Bonnie’s feet were rooted to the floor even as tiny tremors of excitement worked their way throughout her body. Her flesh was tingling and she shuddered when she felt him stroke his knuckles and the back of his fingers across her breasts, focusing his attentions on her nipples as they stiffened behind her top. Her own hand raised towards Donovan hesitantly. The tips of her fingers touched his stomach, flinched back, then reached for it again. She traced her fingers along the deep, defined lines of his abdomen, as if exploring a road map. She painted her hand up and down across his belly button. Her other hand joined in and she moved them upward till ...
    they were pushing through the soft curls sprinkled across his wide chest. She swirled her fingertips around his dark, brown nipples. Donovan clasped her hands at his chest and leaned forward. She tilted her head up and to the side, as his lips angled towards hers. They held each other’s gaze for a fleeting moment before he settled his long lips against the soft buds of her mouth. It was a remarkably gentle kiss, one that belied the strong and smoldering image the man projected. It was a slow burn, melting Bonnie to her core rather than smashing it with an impassioned assault of his mouth. With every rhythmic motion of his lips closing and opening against hers, the kiss deepened. His strong hands released hers and they both swiftly positioned their arms around one another, locking their bodies together in an embrace, entwined just as their mouths were. Bonnie felt as if she were swept up within a blanket of warm flesh and hard muscle, her lithe, small body secure against his. Her heart was racing, her belly on fire, but she had no doubt in her mind that he would take care of her. With a smooth twist of his body, Donovan shifted her slowly around, bending her back into a dip as they continued to fold their lips together. Her bottom lip slipped between his and he suckled delicately on it, and then pulled it with a light tug of his teeth. An aching groan trilled through Bonnie’s throat. There was a thrill in her beating heart, unfamiliar yet so compelling. Donovan was a man her dad ...
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