The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,72

her other nipple so hard she felt a lightning bolt shoot through her chest and down to her toes.

Just when she thought she knew what was coming, Donovan stopped suddenly and reached for her panties. He pulled them past her ass and down her thighs. They fell the rest of the way to the floor. Donovan placed both hands on her hips as he kissed her again. They were both completely nude now. Kyra had never been more eager to make love. Donovan’s patience was driving her crazy.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

Kyra reached back to pull herself up. Donovan hoisted her at the same time. Kyra sat back on the mattress, astonished by his strength. She barely had to help at all.

Donovan had a smile on his face. “Kyra, you’ve grown into a very beautiful woman. You were fine back in high school. Now your body’s straight up crazy.”

Her face reddened as she grinned at him. Donovan turned to retrieve a condom from his dresser. Kyra brought a hand to her mouth as she checked out his backside. That is one nice ass!

Donovan turned back to her. His eyes narrowed. “Were you checking out my ass?”

“No,” Kyra said with a giggle. She was biting her fingernail.

“Whatever,” Donovan said. He maintained eye contact as he tore the condom open and rolled it the length of his penis, inch by inch. Kyra couldn’t take her eyes off his hands and his dick.

“Light’s off, or on?” Donovan asked. “Hey, I’m up here.”

Kyra looked up at him. She chuckled nervously, her hand still covering her mouth. She really wanted to watch every bit of Donovan the first time they made love, but the darkness had even more allure. “Off,” she replied.

Donovan turned slightly to flip the switch. Kyra got another glimpse of his bubble butt before Donovan was once again a silhouette. He approached the bed and told her, “Scoot back.”

Kyra pushed herself to the middle of the mattress. Her legs were really trembling now. She nearly cried out when she felt Donovan’s hands on her feet. He ran his fingers the length of her calves and up to her knees, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Donovan climbed onto the bed slowly, as if he was stalking her. Kyra could barely see, but she felt his hands push into the mattress. She opened her legs for him. Donovan quickly occupied the space. He kissed her breasts and her neck on his way up, and then he braced himself on his powerful arms and stared down at her.

Kyra’s heart thumped like a bass drum. She swallowed and tried to relax her body for what she feared might be a painful insertion.

“I’m sorry,” Donovan said. “I feel like I’ve been hard for over an hour. I don’t think I’ll last too long, this first time.”

This first time? Did that mean she was guaranteed seconds? Kyra nearly squealed in delight.

“Me, too,” she said. “I think all you–” There was another powerful shudder between her legs. She was beyond ready. “All you, all you have to do is touch me,” she finished.

Donovan lowered himself so he could kiss her. She still tasted like cherry candy. He sucked on her bottom lip and lightly nibbled it. “Are you ready?”

Kyra nodded. But then she remembered he couldn’t see her. “Ye – aahhh!”

Donovan did see her nod. He had only pushed the head in. Kyra was so wonderfully moist, he thought it was smooth sailing. But her walls were tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yes,” Kyra breathed. She gripped the sheets as tightly as she could. It had been a while since she last had sex, and the pain was nearly searing.

“Relax,” Donovan told her. “Relax your whole body.”

Kyra took his advice. She sucked in a few breaths, and her muscles loosened considerably. Donovan pushed again. Kyra felt him slide inside her. Every inch of him brushed her clitoris along the way.

“Oh, Donovan.”

When she thought he’d filled her up completely, he kept going. Kyra didn’t know there was more; no one had ever been that far.

When he finally stopped, Kyra’s eyes were wide and fully dilated. Her hands were sweating from gripping the sheets. Donovan told her, “Relax, baby. I love you,” and Kyra’s heart melted. A tear rolled from her left eye towards her ear. It itched, but she didn’t reach to wipe it. Donovan backed out halfway and entered her again slowly. He developed a rhythm, each time backing out a little more until he was able to