EroticReverie

Madeliene Meadows

After we're cleaned up again , I've got another of donovans shirts on as we lay in his bed, him in his boxers and both of laying on our backs, in the dark, my head on his arm. We lay there, just talking....and talking. Even as my eyes fight to stay open, and I keep yawning with Donovan insisting I get some sleep. I refuse to let myself fall asleep just yet, because I didn't want it to end. The day had been perfect. Donovan had done in days, what all my exes had failed to do for the months we dated. He'd shown interest in something I liked, even if it wasn't his own cup of tea, by showing up to the Ren Fair, dressed in a costume that he may have felt silly in, but did it for me, and that made him a million times hotter than he already he was. He's given me great fucking sex. I thought I was having good sex before...god...I was so wrong. And now he was laying with me, talking with me, instead of rolling over and going to sleep. I guess I never set my standards too high before, and here was this practical stranger, teaching me in days that I've deserved so much more than what the guys I was dating were giving me. 

I felt so comfortable with him, which was hard to explain, because I had never felt so at ease with a guy, even after months with them. Yet Donovan, ...maybe it was his constant compliments, or the way he looked at me, I don't know...but I just felt so content in this moment, and realized this is how it should have always been, and I hate myself for settling for less than this before. 

"I talk too much" I say with a sigh after rambling on and on, realizing he hasn't said two words in the past few minutes, because I havent stopped talking.

"No such thing." He says and his arm bends, his hand coming up to my head, and smoothing my hair back as I lay there. 

"You're perfect." he says and then I feel him turn, placing a kiss on my forehead near my hair line and I close my eyes.

"You're just saying that to get into my pants." I tease with a yawn. 

"Been in em babe. Still sayin it." he says and I smile. 

"Cause you want to get into them again." I say. 

"Nope" he says and kisses my head again. "Cause we both know your pussy likes me too much now, you need me in those pants Thumbelina" he whispers. 

"Do i now?" I ask with a little laugh.

"Do you not?" he counters and I let out another little laugh and shrug.

"Okaay, maybe I do." I say and he laughs , turning and then pulling me to him, so we're both on our sides.

"I never say shit I don't mean...and when I say you're perfect...it's because you are...you're a fucking dream come true." he says and I smile, and if it wasnt dark I'm sure he'd see me blushing. 

"You're the perfect one" I sigh and he smiles. 

"Not even close, but as long as you think so" he says and slides his fingers to my ear, slipping loose hair behind it and then leans in and nudges my nose with his. 

"You're literal fucking sunshine." he says and I nudge him back.

"Then what are you?" I ask. 

"A storm cloud?" he asks and I smile. 

"No you're not." I say and kiss him. 

"You just look like one in all that black" I tease him and he laughs softly. 

"You dont like it?" he asks. 

"mm" I hum against his lips as I kiss him again. 

"I do...and i'll be your sunshine...if you be my big sexy storm cloud" I say and he chuckles and then kisses me again.

"I think you've got yourself a deal Madeliene Meadows" he whispers. 

"Good, Donovan Steel Draper."

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I wake up before Donovan, and go to his kitchen, brew a pot of coffee, and then open his fridge, and pull out his eggs, and some bacon. 

"Fuck" he sighs from the entry of his kitchen, and I turn my head as I flip the bacon in the one pan and smile. 

His hair isn't terribly long , but he's got it out and it's messed up and adorably fucking scattered every which way on his head as he runs his hands through it and looks me up and down. 

"Are you cooking me breakfast?" he asks. 

The corner of my lips lift as I nod. 

"Mhm" I say and he sighs and runs a hand over his face.

"I'm gonna make you my wife if you don't quit it" he says, walking over and I give a little smirk and a roll of my eyes as he stands behind me, and groans slightly as he inhales the smell of the bacon and leans down, placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

"Is that all it takes for you to get on one knee? Some bacon and eggs?" I tease him as his hands lightly grab my hips as he kisses my head again. Then dips his head beside mine. 

"When you're the one doing it....in my t shirt..yeah...I think that's all it takes Thumbelina" he says and kisses my cheek as I smile, then turn to let him place a kiss on my mouth. He smiles and gives me what I clearly want and then his hands are pulling my waist , moving me back from the stove, grabbing the fork from my hand and setting it down.

"the bacon." I laugh as he moves back to the small table in his kitchen and sits in one of the chairs and turns me around .

"fuck the bacon" he says and then slides his hands down my thighs and up under his shirt and I bite my lip. 

"Donovan" I say with a little raise of my brow.

"Yes?" he smirks as he slides his hands up my sides and then over my stomach and up over my breasts and grabs them gently as he hums. 

"Good morning to me" he says and I laugh as he lifts the shirt next and smiles at my breasts.

"fuck" he exhales and I let out a little yelp as he takes them in both hands, pushing them together and bringing his mouth directly to my left nipple and sucking it into his mouth. 

"shit" I hiss and then bite my lip as I watch him do the same to the other. 

"the bacon is gonna burn" I whimper and he groans, gently biting my nipple.

"That's the way i like it" he says and then goes back to my other nipple and then bites that one too with a groan. 

"god, your body is fucking everything baby" he groans and his beard brushes my breasts as he kisses them and I moan. 

"these pretty tits are so fucking nice" he says and squeezes them gently and I whimper as his eyes look up at me as he drags his tongue over my hard nipple, then around it , my mouth parting as I exhale a soft breath. 

"can't believe i get to put my mouth on such perfect fucking tits, and taste these hard , sexy fucking nipples on my fucking tongue" he says, dragging his tongue over them again. I'm achinging between my legs, one in part from last night, and two because I already want more, which Im not even sure I could handle right now. 

He grins up at me as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and I lick my lips. 

"You're so hot" I breathe and he chuckles and sucks my nipple harder and I whimper. 

He stops, and then places a kiss on my nipple, and then lowers my shirt and then stands, holding my face and leaning down and kissing me. 

"I'll finish the food, sit your pretty little ass in that seat." he says and I pout.

"I wanted to cook you breakfast" I say and he smiles.

"and you did, let me finish it, you're the princess, I should be serving YOU" he says and then kisses the top of my head, turning, leaving me without arguement to sit my ass in the chair like he said. 

I watch as he flips the back and it's only slightly burnt, but it's the way I like it too. I watch his back, smiling at the way his muscles move, and his ass in his boxers. He had a nice ass. I didnt usually pay to much attention to men's asses, but Donovan's demanded attention. I chew my lip as I take in all his tattoos over his back and his legs. There's a small bit of room down the backs of legs for a few smaller ones I suppose, but other than that , he's covered, head to toe, well...ankles...his feet are bare of any ink. 

I watch him plate the bacon and eggs and then bring me my plate before he plates his own. But I wait till he gets his and pours himself a coffee, and me a small glass of orange juice. 

"the eggs are perfect" he says, reaching over, placing a hand on my leg as he takes another forkful of them. He gives my thigh a little squeeze and then his hand rests there, as he keeps eating and I fight my little smile, as I continue to eat. I keep looking down at his hand, the way his thumb moves just slightly as he keeps eating. It's such a casual simple thing, he's not being frisky or teasing me, but just...touching me. Another thing my exes weren't great at...showing affection in simple little ways. His hand doesnt move the entire time we're eating and I swear I want to eat every breakfast for the reast of my life, beside this man, with his hand on my thigh. 

When we're done eating he cleans the table, taking another cup of coffee and then walking to his living room where I follow, and he tells me to sit on the couch. I raise my brow but I do, and I laugh when he turns on the television and restarts to movei Thumbelina.

"This time...no funny business" he says and I laugh.

"Tell that you yourself SIR" I reply and he laughs as he sits down, setting his coffee down on the table and then grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over me as I move up along side of him. 

"No funny business. I promise." he says and I laugh. 

"Sure" I say with a little roll of my eyes and he grabs my chin.

"I do need a kiss first though." he says. 

"My breath smells like bacon." I say.

"And mine doesnt? Kiss me Thumbelina." he says and I smile. 

"Yes Donovan." I answer him, making him smile it return.