The Realest Ever (29 page)

“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 clitoris and stroked it slowly with his thumb.

“O
oh!”  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 h
e 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 clitoris
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 y
es
!

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 h
it 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.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

FOOL FOR LOVE

They didn’t sleep again until
five a.m.  Donovan woke up at eight and sent his mother a text message, letting her know he wouldn’t join her for church this Sunday morning.  That was a rarity.  He climbed back into bed with Kyra, and she immediately reached for him in her sleep.

Donovan woke up again at
noon.  He showered and dressed in his usual tee-shirt, shorts and sneakers.  He woke Kyra up, and she showered again, too.  She put on the outfit Donovan gave her last night, remembering that she only wore it for an hour before he undressed her again. 

Kyra
called home.  Aunt Ruth said there were no problems, except she had an important message she needed to deliver.  She sounded like it was bad news.  Kyra didn’t ask what it was.  She didn’t want anything negative to ruin her last moments with Donovan.

He dropped her off
at 1:30 and kissed her lovingly in Aunt Ruth’s driveway.  Kyra held her dress and her mum in her lap.  She felt a little self conscious, knowing her aunt would throw the sleepover in her face at some point, to try to make her feel low.  Donovan told her she would never have that problem if she moved in with him.  Kyra kissed him again, very slowly.  She told him, “You don’t know what you’re saying.  But, we can talk about it later.”

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Donovan went straight to his mother’s house after leaving Kyra.  Beverly responded to the message he sent earlier.  She asked if he could stop by for Sunday dinner, if he was feeling better.  One thing Donovan would never turn down was his mama’s home cooking, even if he’d have to explain why he missed church.  Heresponded to her by text:
 
I’m feeling great!  I’ll be there at
2
.

When he arrived, Beverly had a three course meal prepared.  Donovan
grinned at the macaroni and cheese, baked potato and his mama’s world famous meatloaf.  He gave her a big hug and a kiss on the jaw.

“What’s wrong with you, boy?  Why you so excited?”  Beverly struggled to get out of his bear hug, but she was smiling.

“I feel good, Mama.  And you made my favorite dinner.  What’s not to be happy about?”

He took a seat at the kitchen table, and Beverly served him a plate.  They made small talk while Donovan wolfed
it down.  He told his mom that he missed church this morning because he slept late, but he knew she would want a better explanation.  Beverly waited until he was done eating before she brought it up again.  By then Donovan was too full and lazy to be deceptive.

“How’d
you sleep late if you were awake at eight o’clock to send me a text message?” Beverly asked.

“I was with Kyra,” Donovan said.  “She spent the night with me.”

Beverly’s eyes widened.  She figured Kyra had something to do with it, but she thought it would take a billion questions before Donovan admitted it.

“I know I said we weren’t going to have a relationship,”
he continued.  “But I took her to Finley High’s homecoming game yesterday, and there was a lot of nostalgia.  I kissed her, and we decided to be more than friends from now on.  Kyra’s my woman now.  I asked her to move in with me.”

That was one hell of a mouthful.  Donovan
was rarely this forthcoming.  Beverly couldn’t process the information quickly enough.  She sat quietly, staring and blinking for more than five seconds.

“Mama?  Are you alright?”

Beverly nodded vaguely.

“You said you were going to stop hating on Kyra, right?”

She continued to nod.

“I
know I asked you to accept her as my
friend
,” Donovan went on.  “But now I need you to accept her as my woman; soon to be my wife and your daughter-in-law.  You can do that for me, cant you?”