Swings
"You fit so perfectly in there, my queen," Donovan walked around the swing, admiring his love who was spread out and holding on.
The anticipation delighted his queen and Donovan was certainly proud of himself, especially when Delilah was so eager to please him.
His hard cock was already available as he circled her one more time, her eyes meeting his every time Donovan came around.
Her gaze never wavered from his, the absolute love and desire she had for him evident.
Stepping forward, Donovan ran a finger gently down the side of Delilah's face. He cupped her chin and raised her head to connect with his eyes again.
"Gaze on me, queen..."
Inching even closer, Delilah gasped as Donovan entered her, the sensation with her legs spread practically into a split sent her spiraling into bliss.
"Donnie!"
As "my king" was lost to spectacular desires and pure need, neither one of them seemed to take notice.
The Dom, his cock buried deep inside of his beloved queen, had fallen hard and fast for his woman.
"Me, coming inside of you, is the most beautiful thing I could ever think about doing right now, Del. The way your pussy quivers when you're about to let go and when you've already released.. it's... delicious..." Donovan grunted as watched himself slide in and out of Delilah.
Her body was flushing with delightful agony, an agony so beyond what she'd ever experienced. Donovan was taking her higher and higher into a dimension that she could only ever dream of.
"Yes..." her soft voice was a guttural moan, teasing Donovan's orgasm.
She gazed down at the space between them, watching her king leisurely push in and out of her core.
Delilah's swollen clit pulsed as the tip of Donavan's cock rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I'm so close... I'm always close with you, Donnie.."
Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what she'd said.
"I–I mean my King!"
Donovan chuckled, "Whatever you want to call me..."
Delilah smiled, her body completely wrecked by her lover's intimacy.
"Oh oh oh! I'm coming, Donnie! I'm... ohhhhh..."
Donovan pulled out slowly, pulsing his mushroomhead in and out slowly so he could watch the gushing of her juices spill out.
"Messy as usual," Donovan smiled, pushing in one more time before picking up the pace, holding on to the straps as Delilah cried out.
Donovan knew that his queen could take him, but her body was giving up and even though he could keep going, the Dom wanted his woman to be pleasantly satisfied, not depleted.
Thrusting inside of her once more, Donovan unleashed a growl and filled her, his cock kicking at the back of Delilah's channel.
She felt him watching her and her faint smile lingered as Donovan pulled out, his seed dripping onto the floor.
"I'm going to take you out of this thing now,my queen," Donovan said, softly as he loosened the straps and steadily maneuvered Delilah out of the swing.
She was limp in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom where he ran a steamy bath for them in the huge garden tub.
"You like doing this, don't you?" Delilah said as she leaned back into Donovan's arms,"Catering to me."
Donovan nodded, running his hands over her body as she poured some bubbles into the water.
"I'm not sure if I'm the dominant one anymore," he admitted,"You've got me wrapped around your finger."
Delilah giggled, "Maybe that was my plan all along."
She leaned into his chest with her back and sighed. Her life was taking such a wonderful turn and it was extremely dreamlike.
"So, whipped cream, eh?"
Donovan smiled, "Whipped cream, hot wax... I've got plans for us, my queen. However, I'd rather get you showered, fed, and a nice rest before we start again. I love being inside of you, but... I love you so much that no matter what we do I'll be happy as long as I'm with you."
"Dubai is going to be so much fun!" Delilah said,"The kids are so excited."
"And Brett?"
"He's been oddly compliant."
That certainly didn't sit well with either of them, but nothing was happening and Salem had been eerily quiet for months.
"Well, let's hope he's seen the error of his ways," Donovan said as they finished bathing and drying off, eager to wrap themselves up in the big fluffy robes and eat.
"I'd nibble on you, but then we'd be right back in that bed," Donovan teased as the two made their way to the kitchen.
"The leftovers!" Delilah smiled, "How long have we been down there?"
"Just a few hours," Donovan said, placing some food on two plates for them, "I'll just warm these up, -"
He heard a commotion upstairs and frowned. Nothing had indicated that anyone had entered the house. He knew the boys might have been coming through to get a few things, but no one had texted him.
He looked over at Delilah who was flipping through a Dubai travel book, seemingly unaware of any noises outside of their own.
"I'll be right back, Del," Donovan smiled, taking a quick peek at the security footage before seeing Bryce slip into the house, followed by someone wearing a hoodie.
"Bryce..."
He could hear the sounds coming from his first-born's bedroom and decided it was best just to call and let his son know he was aware of his presence and what he was doing.
Much to his shock, it wasn't Bryce who opened the door, though.
"Jason?"
"Hey.." Jason smiled, his hair disheveled, his shirtless chest covered in sweat, "I thought you and Delilah would be asleep by now."
Donovan sighed, smiling from ear to ear, "I thought Bryce was here."
"He dropped us off, but left after getting some clothes."
"Us?"
"Jason?"
Donovan's eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice.
Jason blushed as he motioned behind his father. Delilah stood there, her expression in total shock as the young woman Jason had had in his room stepped out in a small robe, her face flushed and hair in disarray.
"Aunt Delilah!"
"Julie?!"
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