Love's Erotic Flower

by Diane Rinella

  Fifteen minutes later, Donovan returns to our room, looking a little rosy. I’m already tucked into bed, naked except for the faux appendage. Though I’m curled on my side, my chest is twisted forward with the pulled-up covers stopping just below. I figure I should at least start off playing fair. Donovan eyes me, looking apprehensive. I then twist my hips, and the strap on creates a bulge in the sheets. “Oh no!” he says, headed back to the kitchen for more Scotch.

  “Get over it, and get in here, you jive turkey!”

  A moment later he returns, looking a little sideways. His eyes lock on mine as he crawls into bed. I curl up for a kiss, my dick poking his, and he jerks back. My hand thrusts his head forward, and I taste his tongue. His muscles soften as he relaxes. “I can’t believe what I do for you,” he says, slightly grouchy, yet with a little snicker.

  While grabbing the lube I pull back the sheet. Donovan’s eyes peer downward, and he watches me start to prepare for him. With a flustered shake of his head he gets on all fours, and I crawl up from behind, my hand on my rubber schlong, stroking the lube down its full length, wondering how far he will let me stick this inside him as my hand slowly jacks my new appendage. I’ve chosen a flesh colored strap on so it looks as much like it is an extension of me as I can possibly get. My excitement is so mind blowing that I need to ground myself with a hearty breath, as I’m long out of the starting gate. I don’t want to waste the intensity of my first orgasm before we have even started. I already came in the shower with barely a touch this morning in anticipation.

  I tap the tip to his ass, just like he does to me, and then tease his hole. It makes me so wet that a hot pool slicks down my thigh. Finally I begin to insert my cock. He tightens, and I slap his ass. “Relax, baby,” I say with a deep voice. “Just relax and enjoy me fucking you.” With my words his dick starts to harden. For a man who doesn’t have a gay bone in his body, he sure seems to like what is happening. How much alcohol did he drink?

  Swiping a hand over my pussy, I coat myself in my juices and spread them over him, pushing a finger in and pulsing, then adding a second, stretching him as they throb in and out. His tension begins to ease, and I add a third finger and go up as high as I can with a little twist. His fingers dig into the mattress as he moans. “Oww…ooooh, yessss.”

  Removing my fingers, I gently press the tip of my cock inside, then softly pulse it out, going deeper with each push. “Oh, dear God,” he says, again tightening. I slap his ass. “Relax, baby. Feel me inside you.”

  My hand goes to his hips, the other pressing up against his stomach in support as I feed him. Slowly I roll my hips, going deeper and deeper until my groin hits his ass cheeks. In the mirror his hanging dick starts to twitch and rise. My cunt is so tight I’m already about to lose it. I keep pulsing into him, and the excitement of seeing this magnificent view and the pressure of the strap on against my clit has me surrendering. With a press to his ass my cock shoves in deep, pushing against my sweet spot. He groans with the pleasure of pain, bringing me an orgasm that is so intense I tremble and need to catch my breath.

  Now I’m really ready. Running my hand along my crotch, I grab some of my juice and spread it over Donovan’s dick. He’s so fucking hard, he must love this. I stroke him and regain my roll. “Are you ready, baby? Because I’m going to give it to you.”

  Donovan’s breath turns shallow. “Take me,” he says, pleading with a voice that is deep and seductive.

  His submission causes me to tighten and drip down my leg. Grabbing his hips I begin to thrust. His cock is primed and ready. I want to grab it, squeeze it, and milk it of its juices, but I also want to savor looking at it standing firmly at attention, enjoying his submission. I slow my pounding into a rhythmic roll, moaning and grunting with each pulse. Finally I am here, riding him, and he’s into it as much as I am. His beautiful ass, tightly curving before me and devouring my cock puts me on the edge again. I try to slow myself to let a good solid orgasm build, when suddenly Donovan belts out a guttural groan. “I can’t take it any more. Oh God, keep it slow. Keep pressing your hips against my ass. Oh God!” My hand sides to his cock, and I start to grab. “No. Let me come like this. Oh dear God!”

  My head turns to the mirror beside us. Donovan’s face is red, his breath shallow. Suddenly his hips jet forward, and I follow him down, my cock staying tightly in as he screams a groan. His creamy juice spurts onto the bed. My pussy clenches, and I join him in ecstasy. “Oh God, yes!” I scream as I cum hard and fast, my eyes fixated on his pulsing dick.

  I want to taste him.

  I pull myself out, attempting to be gentle while racing against the clock in an effort to scoop up some of his cum before it soaks into the sheets. The cream still feels warm on my tongue that thrusts into his mouth. He sucks and licks it off, leaving me feeling light headed.

  Softly he kisses his way from my neck to the top of my head before tucking it into his chest, my heart still racing in time with his. I give his chest a little kiss, then glide my finger down his torso, thanking God for this amazing man who loves me in so many ways. Wordlessly we lie snuggled together, until we drift off to sleep.

  9

  With a stretch and a moan, I twist myself into Donovan’s embrace. “Good morning,” I say, still sounding a little wanton. “How are you feeling after last night?”

  Donovan gives me a luscious kiss, then tucks me into his shoulder, smiling at the memory. “Mmm…I’m a little surprised at myself.”

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me, but out of curiosity, how much alcohol did you have?”

  “Definitely more than enough,” he says, insistently. He snuggles me a little tighter, us both settling deeper into the bed. “I can’t believe how comfortable I am with you,” he says, his voice now tender, “and I can’t imagine ever being without you. When we are together I feel so complete. It’s like you are the other half of a duality I never knew existed. We really are soul mates.”

  “I wish we could remember the past,” I lament.

  “I always remember everything about you, like the time when you were twelve, and I walked into your room when you were on the phone with Sally, talking about how cute Jason Grisman was.”

  I give Donovan a not-so-loving tap on the shoulder. “Yeah, and the next day you told him, you dirty rat! No, I mean like in our lives before this one.”

  His hand glides across my neck, his fingers then raking my hair and threading a cluster just under the temple. “You really believe all that stuff, too?”

  “Of course I do. You can’t believe in soul mates and not believe in traveling together. You also can’t believe in traveling together and not accept that you have traveled. I think it’s how we can read each other so well.” And how you know that I’m thinking about impaling you again.

  Donovan lets out a yawn, then nuzzles his chin into the crown of my head. “Hmm… I hope it’s true. I love the idea of being stuck with you for eternity, even with that dirty mind of yours.” Donovan squirms with a little wince. “Can’t you come up with a better word than impaling?”

  “Quit faking for attention.”

  “Who’s faking?”

  “You are.”

  “Well, it’s not that bad” he admits. “However, I am grateful that I don’t have any classes today. I’d really rather not sit. Did you feel like this after?”

  “Remember how you commented that you were bigger than the—”

  “Yes!” he quickly interjects. “I don’t need any reminders. Believe me I still have plenty of visuals going on. Scratch what I said earlier. I should have drunk more.”

  I give him an adoring kiss. “Tell you what. How about I spend the day nursing your sorry ass—I mean, your poor bottom back to heath? I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, and tell you constantly how amazing you are, among other things.”

  Donovan caresses my cheek, and then draws up my chin, touching his tongue to mine in a kiss that makes my senses go haywire. “Sounds perfect, but let’s starve for a while. Right
now I just want to hold you.”

  “I’ll always love you, Donovan.”

  “And I will always love you.”

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  Love’s Forbidden Flower

  The heart cares not what society forbids.

  Lily nurtures a secret love for a flawless man—the one who is her soul mate. Donovan is gorgeous, charismatic, and delights in all of Lily’s talents and quirks. Their innate knowledge of each other is almost telepathic. Together they interlock like fine threads creating luxurious silk.

  But society dictates this picture-perfect adoration is the ghastliest of all possibilities.

  As Lily embarks on a quest for the romance the heavens intended, her suitor turns reluctant. Desperate to uncover why Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hiding decayed from a tender-hearted gentleman into a ferociously self-serving, cocky bastard, Lily is prepared for battle when it comes to the salvation of her soul mate. However, Donovan traps Lily in a mental game of chess, leaving her to question his sanity. When Lily’s revelations about Donovan’s destructive alter ego lead to an inconceivable truth, can she help Donovan survive fate’s cruel joke?

  Impassioned, witty, and deeply moving, Love’s Forbidden Flower is filled with stunning controversies that will forever haunt your heart.

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  Time’s Forbidden Flower

  An eternity of passion cannot be quelled by society.

  Once upon a time Donovan assured Lily all of her dreams would come true. But how could he keep the promise of a fairy tale when her truest goals could not involve him, though her deepest desires did?

  Now, Lily has it all—love, passion, a family, and the career of her dreams—with Christopher. But something is lacking. She and Donovan have spent the last ten years living apart, and the soul mates are eager to reunite. Can Donovan keep his promise to give Lily all she desires, even with Christopher in the way?

  For Lily and Donovan, the past is a mirror to the future that cannot be shattered.

  Donovan is convinced Lily has been his love for all eternity. Determined to unravel the past, they embark on a journey to discover where it all began. For centuries Donovan has stolen Lily’s heart while forced to suffer for his love. How much can a soul endure before the breaking point is reached and a monster emerges? Can the demons of the past be combated to pave the way for happiness in the next life? Or has the abuse suffered in this life already turned Donovan hell bound?