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over again. I close my legs together to try to absorb the pressure of his hand, becoming increasingly turned on.
    Donovan stops and brings his fingers to his mouth. “Do you know how good you taste?” He sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks off my arousal. I gasp, shocked, yet it’s so hot I can’t help but groan. He reaches over to his jeans that lay on my floor and pulls out another condom.
    He wastes no time in rolling it on himself. The moment it’s on, he slides in between my legs so they push apart. He rams inside me, making me scream and dig my nails into his back.
    “God, you are so tight,” Donovan breathes as he pumps harder and faster with each thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist and push him farther in. I feel the muscles in my belly clench, and I start to build up again.
    “Oh, fuck!” I moan as I explode around him. It is a mind blowing orgasm the kind where you feel nothing else but intense pleasure as your body releases the buildup of tension. Unable to hold it any longer, Donovan comes with me. I can feel him throb with each burst. When he releases all he has to give, he looks into my eyes and kisses me swiftly.
    “You are so amazing. You seem to blow my mind at every turn.” Donovan wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
    “I’m no expert. I’ve only been with one guy.” I cringe at the memory, it disgusts me.
    Donovan raises his eyebrows at me. “Only one? Good, I like it that way.“ We both smell of sweat and sex, but the scent is erotic. I grab a tissue from the box on my dresser and wipe my face. “Come on, baby doll. It’s getting really late, and we both need to wash up.” Donovan holds his hand out for me, and we walk to the bathroom.
    I turn the shower on and let the warm water run. Donovan and I both slip into the shower, and I let him stand under the water first. He holds his head back and rinses his hair. I admire his body as the water runs down it. He is so defined and beautiful. His abs are a perfect six pack, and he has the inverted triangle on his hips. Wow, he is quite impressive. I hand him the shampoo, and he washes his hair. I just stare at him, watching him lather his hair, while I’m still trying to process the events this evening. We went from strangers to lovers in the matter of less than twenty-four hours. It takes everything in me not to jump up and down like a giddy schoolgirl.
    He reaches for the washcloth and soaps it up. “Turn around,” Donovan orders softly. I obey, and turn my back towards him. He starts to rub the cloth all around my back. The gesture is so sweet, and I close my eyes and enjoy this tender moment. He soaps up my shoulders, my hips, and my rear, as well as in between my legs. I’m still sensitive to the touch from all the sex. I turn to face him, and he proceeds to wash my breasts and my abdomen, then bends down to wash my legs and feet. Then we switch places, and I stand under the water. Donovan then grabs the shampoo and starts to wash my hair. The feeling is so comforting, and I turn my back to him once again. He runs his fingers through my hair and rubs my scalp. I could fall asleep like this.
    He turns me around so the water can rinse out the shampoo. While I let the water rinse my hair, he washes himself. Damn, I wanted to do that.
    Once we are both washed and rinsed, I turn off the water. I grab us some towels from the rack.
    I dry my legs and step out, and Donovan does the same. I wrap my towel around me and grab another to wrap my hair. Donovan wraps his towel around his waist, just low enough for me to see the triangle at his hips. Wow, he looks amazing like this.
    “We should really get to bed, baby doll. I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow morning,” Donovan says as he dries his hair in front of the mirror. He leaves his hair slightly damp, hanging on his forehead. The stubble on his jaw gives him a rugged appearance. I am floored by how perfect he is. He catches me staring at him in the