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The evenings without Donny can get really long.
Not that I’d change anything about his schedule, or him, except for perhaps his ventures into the mine— it’s more that I miss him when he’s gone for long periods of time.
Some days are worse than others, sometimes he works around the farm and I come home from the clinic to see him chopping wood or harvesting produce. Sometimes I come home to an empty house and a handwritten ‘I love you, be back by 8!’
In those instances I have to fill my time. Oftentimes I clean, cook, and handle any manner of balancing checkbooks or reading new medical journals… but today… I’ve just gotten a new batch of pulp fiction romance novels.
They’re somewhat a guilty pleasure, filled with cheesy writing about strong burly men rescuing heroines from peril— some conversions must take place mentally as I read but this is done with ease—and generally non-productive as a whole.
The only time I really have time to indulge in them, however, is either when Donny is gone at work or right before bed. The latter doesn’t appeal as much as spending time with Donny, so generally the books wait for his absence.
This is one such instance. I make myself comfortable, curled up by the fireplace and sipping a cup of tea, I delve into the story.
I quickly get lost in it, turning pages absentmindedly as I absorb the story, reading about rippling muscles on the tall hero of the story. I’m not sure when it happens, but somewhere along the line I start to picture Donny in his stead.
A quarter of the way through the book, I realize suddenly that the author had written intimate scenes into the novel.
I find myself blushing, glancing around the house before I continue reading on, picturing the hero’s hands- Donny’s hands- wandering over my body. The heroine arches her back onto his touch and I close my eyes to imagine Donny gently gliding his fingertips slowly down my body in the same way.
The need builds within me, a lust for more than just reading and imagining, and I once again glance around the empty house. I note that the coast is clear and, with perhaps more fervor than is necessary, unzip my pants and take my penis into my hand.
I slowly glide my hand along the shaft as I read, savoring the mental sound of Donny’s moans, imagining him whispering filthy things into my ears, telling me all the things he wants to do with me before he indulges. I daydream a list of things I’d like to hear.
‘I’m going to bend you over and make you feel so good that you forget your own name.’
‘If you can’t set down your paperwork for a little bit, I guess I’m just gonna have to put my mouth to good use until it’s done.’
I imagine his hands gripping my hips, pulling himself into me, the way his mouth feels on my cock- I can’t contain the small moan that slips past my lips as I stroke myself. I set the book aside, loosening my tie and running a hand along the collar of my shirt, unbuttoning it and pretending the touch is Donny’s— wishing I could feel the calloused press of his warm hands cupping my face and pulling me in for a kiss.
As if by magic, I hear the door click open. I startle, suddenly feeling supremely embarrassed, and make an effort to tug a blanket over my lap and cover my nakedness. Donny looks over at me, halfway to a “hello dear-“ when he freezes and his eyes fall to the tent below the blanket.
He slowly drops his backpack to the ground, eyes lingering on me, not daring to look away, and a grin slowly starts to form. “Am I… interrupting something?”
I feel myself flush harder, instinctively denying the act as if there’s anything wrong with it. “No- no not at all.”
He closes the gap between us, bending down to grab my jaw gently with his hand, tilting my head up to look into his eyes. “Well if I’m not interrupting, I guess you won’t mind if I just go make some dinner without you then?”
I shake my head. “Don’t.”
He smiles wider, leaning in closely and pulling me into a kiss, his other hand wandering down to the blanket. “Do you want help with this?”
I nod slowly, watching with rapt interest as he slinks down to his knees, pulling the blanket away from my lap. He glances up at me, kissing a trail along my hips toward my cock, smiling against the sensitive skin there. “If only you knew how good you look right now. Already such a wreck, hair messed up, tie loosened- god, you look amazing.”
He takes my cock into my mouth with ease, wet and warm and wonderful in the sensation, eagerly bobbing his head along it. I let out a moan, intertwining my fingers in his hair and falling into the sensation. “I’ve been thinking about you all evening.” I tell him, breathy and heavily consumed by the neediness that wells up within me. “Thinking about feeling you inside me.”
Donny pulls away, a string of spit lewdly connecting him to me, and responds. “I could probably do something like that… are you… prepared for that?”
I nod, flushing. “I had a feeling.”
He kisses along my body, up to my lips again, smelling of earth and hard work. “I’m going to need to go get something, in that case.”
I nod at him, giving him one more deep kiss, “don’t take too long.”
He laughs, standing and half-jogging to the bedroom. He returns moments later with a bottle of lube. He walks toward me and his eyes land on the cover of the book I’ve set aside. He picks it up, reading the title out loud and giving me a teasing look. “So this is what you do when I’m gone, huh?”
“Not… always.”
He flips it open, eyes scanning the page. “The knight laid me down in the grass, slowly kissing the curves of my body, I melt into him with desperate whimpers-“
“Okay okay thanks!” I snatch it from him and he chuckles, picking me up with ease and a surprised yelp from me. He sits himself in the chair, placing me on his lap and kissing my shoulder gently.
“I think it sounds interesting. Maybe you could read it to me.”
“… seriously?”
“I’ll make sure it’s worth your time.” He tells me, voice low and deep— he knows it’s hard for me to refuse him when he uses that tone of voice. He reaches back down, gently wrapping a hand around my cock and slowly stroking it. “If you want.”
I let out a sharp breath, arching into his closed fist and savoring the sensation. “I don’t know how I’ll focus.”
“You don’t have to-“
“No, I like a challenge.” I contort slightly to give him one more kiss, open mouthed and sloppy, before turning back to my book and picking up where I left off. Donny understands the cue immediately, taking the actions of the character as I read them.
He glides his hands up my thighs, fingertips light enough to elicit goosebumps, unbuttons my shirt gently and slowly while my anticipation grows. I can feel him pressed against me, the hardness of his cock cradled into me, I push against him and he pulls me closer to him, whispering in my ear.
“Keep reading love, you’re getting distracted.”
I nod, turning my attention back to the page as his hands wander over me. At some point he repositions me, pulling both me and himself free of our pants and then settling me in his lap with my legs splayed to either side of his— straddling him, with his chest pressed to my back, one arm wrapped around my chest and his other hand, now covered in lube, starting to slowly stroke my cock again.
The feeling is sensational, I start to stutter my words as I read and he whispers that I’m doing a good job, asks me to keep going, so I push on, taking deep breaths despite the fog of pleasure that’s overtaking me.
Then I read the part where the hero slides his fingers inside his lover, and Donny obliges me. I throw my head back onto his shoulder, letting out a loud exclamation of pleasure as his slicked finger enters me easily. He waits a moment, until my breathing has leveled a little, before sliding in a second.
He kisses my shoulders and neck gently as he thrust his fingers in and out, I can’t help but moan louder as he does. I catch a glance of him, lolling my head to the side as I grip at him with my free hand thrown backwards to find purchase on the back of his neck— he blushes at me, heavy-lidded and pupils blown to saucers. When he meets my gaze he grins, thrusting his fingers in to the knuckle with a bit more force and I let out a shout of pleasure as he finds exactly what he was looking for.
He makes gentle circles inside me, pressing gently against my prostate and watching me squirm and moan in pleasure, trying to press myself further onto his hand despite the stark impossibility of such an action.
“Donny- please-“ I’m panting now, sweating and begging and feeling rather desperate for more, wanting so badly to feel the familiar stretch of his cock inside my ass.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes- please- I need it. I need you.”
He nods, withdrawing from inside of me and picking me up by the hips, flipping me so I’m facing him. We lock lips, his tongue sliding into my open mouth and his hand wandering down to cup my ass. He gives it a resounding smack before gently biting my lip and murmuring into my ear. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I glance down and realize he’s already slicked up with lube, and beyond that there’s a thick trail of precum dripping from the tip of his penis. I reach down, grabbing it into my hand and giving it a gentle tug, which elicits a frustrated laugh from Donny, even though he’d never rush the process. Part of me loves being so wanted, part of me could never deny him anything.
I position myself over him and slowly lower myself onto his cock, letting out a series of whimpers and moans as I adjust to the size of it. We stay still for a moment, me resting my head on his shoulder and breathing, him gently rubbing my back and telling me how amazing I am.
When I’ve adjusted, I start to move my hips. Donny is now the one moaning pleasure, sounds that only serve to excite me more, drive me forward into a faster pace. I work myself into a sweat, riding him and meeting his own thrusts into me with delicious slaps of skin against skin.
Donny’s hands land on my hips, guiding me and gripping them, I put my hands over his to tighten the grip and when he does I shout my approval. I take my hands away, looping my arms around his neck and leaning forward to kiss and bite away the frenzied desire within me. Each thrust builds the pleasure, making my head spin with how good it feels, and then he grabs my hips and forces me still, his breath hitching and breaking.
His cock twitches inside of me and I feel cum filling me, I moan at the sensation, being driven wild by my own need to cum, and Donny seems to understand. He takes my cock into his hand and starts pumping his fist along it, using his other hand to pull me into a kiss. It doesn’t take much at this point for me to tip over the edge, the feeling of him inside me as he strokes me is enough. I cum as he plays with my cock, thick ropes of the liquid land on his belly and chest and I crumple into a heap the moment the feeling has passed.
We sit for a moment, nothing but the sound of our labored breaths and the crackling fireplace to keep me grounded to the real world. A few minutes pass before Donny kisses me on the cheek and stands up, grabbing me into his arms bridal-style and carrying me to the bathroom.
He juggles me to turn on the shower and wait til it’s warm before setting me on the edge of the tub, stripping me of my remaining clothing in a kneel.
“I can get undressed, myself.” I protest weakly, knowing it never really works.
“Nonesense.” He says, pulling my tie over my head and gently taking my glasses off my face. “Let me take care of you.”
I smile at him, tears gathering in my eyes at the gentleness of it all. I love this man, I don’t think there’s ever enough ways to tell him.
“I adore you.” I simply state, and he smiles before stopping down to give me a kiss.
“Do you want me to stay or go?”
“Stay.”
He nods, taking off his own shirt and opening the curtain to the shower. I join him, huddling close to share the hot water, wrapping my arms around him in a hug and swaying with him. He kisses the top of my head, a moment of silence shared between us, something sacred and holy in it.
Then follows the usual acts of reverence, I wash his hair, kiss the skin on his chest and call him beautiful, wash the soap from his body with soft open hands. He does the same for me, an act of worship so pure and selfless that it suspends time itself. We step out of the shower and he wraps me in a towel, I slowly and gently dry his hair, we get dressed and let the evening proceed as usual.
In this, we’ve built our own heaven.