His eyes flashed his own need, but I could tell from the way he restrained himself, he had more planned for me before he would give me what I wanted. Without a word, he moved us away from the wall. He held me tight in his strong arms as he walked us to the bed.
“I’m gonna place you on the bed, and then I’m going to fuck you, but not with my cock. You get to choose, my tongue or my fingers.”
Oh fuck. What to choose?
My arms were around him, my face close to his, and I couldn’t think straight. “Your fingers.” I’d choose his tongue next time.
He gave me a quick nod before placing me gently on the bed. I loved how he mixed his sof
t in with his rough. “Move up the bed,” he said and watched as I did.
Once I was settled with my head on the pillow, he knelt on the bed and placed his hands on my legs, spreading them. I watched his eyes take in my pussy and caught his intake of breath at the sight. He trailed a finger along the inside of my leg, all the way from my knee to my pussy, and then he trailed it lightly over me there. Slowly, he worked me into such a state with his feather-light touch all over my sex until I was writhing on the bed in front of him.
Almost about to beg him to stop teasing me, I jolted with pleasure when he finally pushed his finger inside. My back arched up off the bed and I moaned out his name. He added another finger and rubbed my clit with his thumb. My eyes shut as I let the bliss from his touch take over my body.
When Donovan shifted on the bed, I lazily opened my eyes to find him positioning himself so he could take me with his tongue. He obviously wanted that as much as I did, and I was ecstatic he’d chosen to give me both his fingers and his tongue. His hands slid under my ass and he gripped me hard while he pulled my pussy to his mouth. A second later, his tongue traced my entrance before pushing inside.
Oh god.
This must be what heaven is like.
He ate me until I could hardly stand it any longer. The pleasure had taken over, sending sensations I’d never felt before all through me. Every inch of my body was alight with need.
A need for Donovan.
A need unlike any other I’d ever experienced.
I scrunched my fingers in his hair and pulled hard. His head shot up and he glared at me. A hungry glare that challenged me to stop him from what he wanted to do.
“I need you to fuck me now,” I demanded.
He continued to glare at me, his mouth wet from my pussy, and then he moved. Like a wild animal stalking its prey, he moved over me. I throbbed with excitement.
Yes.
When he’d moved half-way over me, he grasped my neck and yanked me to a sitting position. My heart beat faster at the raw desire I saw on his face. “We need to get one thing straight,” he growled, tightening his hold on my neck. “When I’m in the middle of fucking you with my mouth, you don’t interrupt. You can have my cock, but it’ll be when I decide it’s time. Do you understand?”
I’d never had a man speak to me this way during sex.
I needed more.
“And what happens if I do interrupt?” I challenged him, wanting to know how far he would take this. Needing him to take it much, much further.
His brows rose, and the vein in his neck pulsed. “You really want to push this? I’m not sure you’ll like where it goes.”
I struggled to breathe as he squeezed his fingers a little harder around my neck.
Yes.
My pussy danced with delight. Staring hard into his eyes, I nodded. “Yes, show me who you are, Donovan.”
He uttered a string of words I couldn’t make out and raked his free hand through his hair. It seemed like he was weighing something in his mind, and then, suddenly, he let me go and moved off the bed. He strode to where his jeans were on the floor, scooped them up and grabbed a condom out of his wallet.
I held my breath.
Waiting.
Watching.