The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,73

pull out completely and start all over again.

He seemed so calm, while Kyra was having a fit of conniptions. The muscles below her waist had been contracting since their kiss under the bleachers. Now they were clenching around Donovan! Her climax was already starting to build.

Donovan increased the speed and the force of his strokes until he punched the back wall with each one. Kyra cried out every time his balls smacked her ass. It was involuntary, but her moans of pleasure turned Donovan on even more.

“Oh, baby!”

Kyra felt her clitoris throbbing with each stroke. The pressure reached a boiling point. She abandoned the sheets and grabbed hold of Donovan instead. Her nails dug into his back as he pumped faster and faster. She heard their thighs slapping over the sound of her own wails. He was digging for China now. Deeper than deep.

“Kyra!”

She reached her climax a few seconds before he did. The feel of her walls squeezing him mercilessly pushed Donovan over the edge. He slammed in hard and stayed there. Kyra felt him grow even harder as he pulsated inside of her. Her mouth fell open. Her heart nearly jumped out of it. She saw bright splashes of white and pink that illuminated the darkness. Fifteen years of longing and wanting flowed from her body in a sweet nectar that coated Donovan’s penis as he slowly lowered his body onto hers.

Kyra was still in the midst of the most delicious orgasm. Every move Donovan made caused her kitty to quiver, made her release last even longer. Finally he pulled out completely and lay beside her. Kyra was exhausted. She didn’t know if she was falling asleep or passing out. With her last bit of energy, she managed to roll onto her side. Even this movement created enough friction between her legs to give her another after shock.

Donovan put his arms around her and kissed softly behind the ear. Kyra wasn’t sure if her eruption was fully over before she gratefully succumbed to sleep.

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

She woke up some time later. Kyra was surprised and disappointed to find herself alone in Donovan’s king size bed. It was still pitch-black outside. Kyra rolled over groggily, looking for Donovan’s alarm clock. She found it glowing brightly on the dresser. It was 1:45 am.

He must be in the bathroom.

But then Kyra caught the scent of something tantalizing. She listened, and she could now hear someone in the kitchen. Kyra’s stomach growled. Mmmm. The more she sniffed the air, the better the aroma smelled. She was suddenly ravenous. She wrapped the sheets around her nude body as she climbed off Donovan’s bed. Why was it so tall? Of course that was because Donovan was tall; six feet, four inches to be exact.

And he was big, too. And they made love. Kyra smiled in the darkness. She and Donovan made love. And it was awesome. Kyra straightened her hair as best she could with her fingers as she walked down the hallway. Donovan’s carpet was soft. She couldn’t think of one thing about him that wasn’t absolutely perfect.

She found him in the kitchen cutting vegetables while cubed chunks of chicken breast sizzled on the stovetop. Donovan wore a clean tee shirt with baggy shorts. He looked exceptionally tall as he leaned over the counter with an onion in hand. Kyra loved the shape of his powerful back. She admired his butt until he became aware of her presence and turned around.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning,” Kyra said. She leaned on the doorframe and yawned. “So you’re a master chef, too?” She was no longer surprised by anything Donovan could do.

“No,” he said. “Anybody can make quesadillas. You hungry?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Me, too,” Donovan said. “That’s why I woke up. I planned to take you to dinner after the game. We didn’t get to do that,” he said with a grin. “And I dropped the only food I had – my popcorn and soda – when you dragged me under the bleachers, like some wild woman.”

Kyra laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to take a shower?” Donovan asked.

“Yes, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I pulled some stuff out for you. It’s on the coffee table.”

He nodded in that direction. Kyra went to check out what he had for her while Donovan tended to his meal. She didn’t want to be angry with him, but she couldn’t believe Donovan was offering her another woman’s clothing – after their first night together! That hurt.

But Kyra’s frown turned upside down when she reached the