Chapter eleven
Kasey
Donovanopensthedoor for me and I walk into his apartment for the first time. It has an open concept layout and is decorated in gray and navy tones. The kitchen is to the left, with the living room and dining room straight ahead. To the right are stairs that lead to where I assume his bedroom is. The place is enormous, and it fits him to a T.
“I have somewhere to picture you now, too,” I tell him.
He smiles at me while walking to a small bar he has on the far wall.
“I’m hardly here these days. Just imagine any generic hotel room and that would probably be more accurate. Would you like a drink?” he asks.
“Scotch, please.”
He grabs a bottle of what I am sure is expensive and delicious scotch and pours us both a glass. He motions for me to have a seat on the couch and comes to sit next to me, raising his glass for a toast.
“To letting go of inhibitions and taking chances. And to sex clubs,” he says with a cheeky grin. I raise my glass.
“To sex clubs.” We clink glasses, and I take a sip. I was right, delicious. He stares at me while sipping his scotch, looking as though he’s contemplating something.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m just deciding where I want to start with you. I can’t decide if I want to slowly unwrap you from that dress, or hike up your skirt and see what color panties you have on.”
I am so here for that dirty talking mouth. I decide I’m going to make the decision for him. Setting my scotch on the table, I stand in front of him. He widens his knees so I can step between his legs, and I raise my skirt higher. He takes another sip of his drink while watching me be so bold. The look on his face is telling me it’s taking everything for him to stay this collected, but I know he wants to see where I take this. He’s trying to let me lead.
He sets his scotch down when I’m almost to the apex of my thighs. His hands run up the back of my legs to my ass, where he kneads the soft flesh there. The action lifts my skirt the rest of the way, and he gets a look at the scrappy translucent black material that barely covers me. He leans in as I put my hands on his shoulders for balance and inhales my scent. A growl escapes his throat as he uses his tongue to lick me through my panties.
“You taste just like I imagined, Kasey,” he says, looking into my eyes. His eyes are dark from desire. I am lost to the sensations of his tongue on me.
“Do you like to have your pussy licked?” he asks between passes.
“Yes,” I say. “By you.” My voice is a breathy whisper. I know if I try to speak, it will come out as a jumbled mess of words. He pulls the material aside while I’m still standing in front of him.
“Good girl,” he responds, adding a finger to my opening.
“I feel you getting wetter. I want more of that. Will you give it to me?” he asks as he keeps licking me. All I can do is moan and not fall over right now. This man knows what he’s doing, and he knows the reaction I’m having to him doing it. He pulls away and stands in front of me, his cock hard and long, straining to be set free from his pants. He kisses me wickedly, my taste on his tongue.
“I need to lay you out on my bed so I can see all of you while I make you come.” With that, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me again as he turns toward his staircase and takes me to his bedroom. The lights are off, but there is a glow from the open doorway. Plenty of light for him to see where he’s going. He sets me down at the edge of his giant bed and slowly unzips my dress, trailing his other hand as he goes, giving me goose bumps down my spine. The dress falls to the floor, leaving me in just my sheer bra and panties, which are completely soaked through from his mouth and my wetness.
“You are stunning. I want my mouth all over your body.” He leans in and pulls the material of my bra away from my chest, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking while he groans. I tangle my hands in his hair while he squeezes my ass and gives my other breast the same attention. He’s worshipping both, making sure neither is neglected.
He stands and takes my mouth again, our tongues dancing together as he leans me back onto the bed. His body is covering mine a moment before he stands and begins unbuttoning his shirt. I sit up a little and watch him undress. This is the first chance I get to see his body, and my God, what a body it is. His defined pecs and abs call to me to lick them, so I sit up on my knees and do just that. His skin is salty and his muscles tighten under my tongue. My hand goes to his hard length as I rub him through his pants while his hands tangle in my hair.
“You better be careful or this is going to be over before it starts,” he groans. But I can’t stop. I’m drunk on this feeling and how he responds to me. I finally lean back so he can undo his belt, pushing his hands away so I have the pleasure of pulling apart the button on his pants and pulling down the zipper. His cock peeks out from his underwear and I lean in for a little taste. Turnabout is fair play, after all. He groans deeply as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, Kasey, that tongue,” he says as he lets go of my hair and shoves his pants and underwear down his long legs like he can’t get them off fast enough.
“Lean back,” he tells me, “I want everything off.”
I do what he says as he finishes undressing me. He pulls my panties all the way off my legs and traces his tongue back up before settling on his stomach with his head right over my pussy.
“Ladies first,” he tells me with a devilish glint in his eyes. He lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I nearly jump off the bed from the sensation. I feel his smile against my pussy as he eases a finger into my entrance, licking and sucking my clit the entire wonderful time. My hands go to my breasts and I pinch my nipples while he watches with heated eyes, still eating at me.
This is dirty and decadent, watching each other, with his head between my thighs and me tugging at my hardened nipples. I love it. His other hand comes up, moving my fingers away so he can stroke my breasts. As soon as he takes my nipple between his fingers and twists, I lose it. I come, shaking and panting.
“Oh fuck, Donovan. Yes, right there. Oh my God, yes.” I ride the waves of my orgasm as he keeps licking hard. What kind of earth-shattering magic was that? I’m a boneless puddle of satisfaction and it feels divine. As my orgasm fades, his licks become slower, more gentle, staying with me as I come down from my high. He looks up from between my thighs and gives me his sexy smirk.
“I could live between these thighs and die a happy man.” I’m tempted to keep him there. The orgasm was that good.
He kisses his way up my body and when he gets to my breasts, he pushes them together, licking and sucking each one equally. I love how he makes sure to give them both attention. He continues up my neck to my lips, taking my mouth in a claiming kiss, like he knows he owns me and he hasn’t even been inside me yet. He settles his weight on me, careful not to crush me. I love having him on top of me like we’re trying to melt together, legs tangled and tongues playing. I’m quickly becoming impatient. The need to feel him inside me is so strong. His hard cock is between us, jumping every time he moves over me.
He reaches over to his bedside table and opens the drawer, pulling out a strip of condoms and leaning back on his heels. I watch his abs flex and his cock jump as he rolls on the condom, giving me that sexy smirk again, like he’s putting on a show for me. He strokes his shaft a couple times for good measure. Yes, please, I will gladly buy tickets for this one over and over. He leans over me, kissing me passionately as he pushes inside of me and we both groan with unspeakable pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” He looks at me like I’m some sort of goddess and he can’t believe he has the good fortune of being here with me. A look of awe. At this moment, I feel like one. He makes me feel like one. He begins to thrust into me harder and harder, and I meet him thrust for thrust. We don’t break the connection of our eyes, seeing the raw emotion and feeling the lust that fuels our movements.
“God, Donovan, you feel amazing inside of me. I’m going to come again.” I moan, not caring what I sound like. How wild I sound. He takes my mouth in another kiss. We’re breathing each other in, one inhale and needy moan at a time.
“I want to taste every sound that comes out of that beautiful mouth of yours. Come on, baby, come for me again,” he groans out.
His thrusts become harder and faster. Hitting me deeper. I explode, waves of pleasure washing over me. I thought the orgasm I had from his mouth was intense. This is beyond anything. I feel it all over my body. Eyes closed and with my mouth wide-open, I let out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard. I feel him jerk inside of me moments later as he leans in to take my mouth in a fervent kiss, moaning loudly while he slows his thrusts. I open my eyes as he slows to see him looking at me with an emotion that I have yet to see from him. His eyes are filled with tenderness and amazement. Like he can’t believe how lucky he is to have me in his bed. He strokes my lips with his thumb.
“Fuck, that was more than I could have ever imagined, Kasey.” He kisses me sweetly. “You are more than I ever could have imagined.”
I know I have a sated look on my face as I smile up at him. Having him still in me, still filling me, is bliss. I don’t want the feeling to end. Ever.
Donovan