A/N: Wooh. First chapter of For Lost Time! I will be updating it on a regular basis promise :P Also chapters won't be named. Little bit lazy today.
Chapter one
April was never one to be selfish. When it came to sex, let's just say she gave as good as she got. But she was never with an intense lover such as Donatello. Of course, she had other boyfriends and they had fooled around, but she always returned whatever feeling she got from them.
But when it came to Donatello... Sweet, gentlemanly, dorky Donatello... She never had control. In the bedroom, Donatello was a whole new person. A whole new lover. He nipped and bit and sucked and tweaked with such intensity that April couldn't turn the tables. She couldn't return any feeling she was given, because Donatello had full control. It was all for her. Not for him. For her. She could feel it in every movement, in every coarse lick that ran chills down her spine, every smooth kiss pressed against her clit.
He was never selfish. He always gave, bringing her to orgasm as many times as she'd let him. He'd prod with such intensity it would reduce her to begging him. Begging him to stretch her wide open with his girth. And still, with her pleading, lustful eyes, full of want and desire, he'd still ask. He wanted - no - needed for her to be sure. He thought as though she'd change her mind and saw him as the disgusting freak he is. But she never did. And she never would. She loved him with every fiber in her soul. She would never let him go. She didn't want too. She would rather die then be without him. She needed him. And he needed her.
A/N: Full blown graphic detail smut in the next chapter (not that this didn't embarass me enough). R&R please :)