A Decadent Getaway |18+| • |Erotica| • |SMUT|

Chapter - 3

"I want you... Donny." I whisper seductively, looking straight into his eyes.

His eyes darken at my words. In one sweep, he crashes his lips onto mine, devouring me, pulling me into the abyss of his hot mouth.

Are we going too fast? Yep. But do I care? Nope!

For once, I let myself loose. I need this reprieve. As Simone said I deserve it. And I don't know why but somehow I feel comfortable in Donny's presence even though we have just met. And after being celibate for more than 2 years who would I rather do the devil's deed with than Donny-freakin'-super-hot-male model-Lewis? Will I pass this golden opportunity that someone like him wants me? I think the fuck not!

So, I listen to what my heart and my body desires and surprisingly even my mind is being cooperative this time and not going haywire with all the negative, depressive, insecure thoughts.

And before I change my mind about this and regret it later... I impatiently tug a little too hard on Donny's navy blue dress shirt popping off the buttons on it which fly away in different directions.

I hear a gasp reach my ears. "You... You did not just ruin my shirt." He asks bewildered.

Smirking, I meet his eyes only to find them darken even more with lust. And before I could say anything I hear another ripping sound, this time it being my sexy white lace panties.

I look perplexed at his barbaric behaviour. Yeah right! Like you didn't start this... My conscience mocks me.

"Tit for tat, babe." Donny winks at me, a devilish smirk playing at the corner of his lip. Instead of being bothered about my underwear, his actions turned me on even more.

With that he continued to rip off any other clothing left on my body which only included my matching bra.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby. An absolute Goddess." Donny says, sucking in a harsh breath as his eyes are busy taking in my nude sprawled form under him. I would've felt shy if it wasn't for the sheer intensity in his eyes. On the contrary, it makes me feel bold.

Don't take me wrong, I am no sex adventuress myself, and my body count remains limited to my ex fiancé only, so all I know about sex is from the eroticas or shows I have seen. Also my own sexual fantasies and desires kind of add to the knowledge I have about the art of sex or love making. And that's about it.

And when everything crashed and burnt in my life, I was busy wallowing too deep in my misery or in my career that I had no time to explore my own needs, desires and wants.

But something about Donny pulls me in like a metal to a magnet. I can't help but feel bold and confident in myself and I'm getting addicted to this feeling.

So, I let my boldness take over me and I run my hands on the exposed strip of his bare torso, and then I push my hands inside, making sure to bite my now kiss-swollen lower lip, I run my hands on his back, slightly digging my nails. I move upwards towards his broad shoulders, massaging them in my hands, then finally pushing off the torn material of his shirt, leaving him half naked for my thirsty eyes to take in all his fit glory.

I meet his eyes and bring my hands to the front of his chest, going down, down and down, until my hands lay on his perfectly sculpted abs. I move my hands gently, softly, caressing his hard abs back and forth, feeling him shiver deliciously under my touch, spikes my confidence even more.

"Sky, baby..." My name leaves his lips in a half moan and a half groan, the sound so delicious that makes me cream my pussy.

"Yes?" I look at him innocently, while my hand lowers at the waist of his snug jeans. I rub my hand up and down over his jean-clad dick making him inhale sharply. His eyes pop open locking with mine. His baby blues are now very much hooded because of the lust swirling in them.