by Keeland, Vi
“Would you be my date for his wedding if I went?”
Donovan smiled. “Sweetheart, if you asked me to be your date to walk you into hell, I wouldn’t say no. Of course I’ll go with you. I’d be happy to.”
I smiled back. “Okay, well, I’m not sure wedding number eight and a trip to hell are that different, so thank you.”
He winked. “No problem.”
Donovan scraped the last of his ice cream from the bottom of his bowl like he hadn’t just talked me through a monumental breakthrough in my life. The man had no clue how perfect he was. To look the way he did, have the smarts he had, and have such a deep understanding of flawed-human psychology? He was pretty special.
I reached out and pinched his arm.
He glanced down at the spot and looked up with an adorably crooked smile. “What was that for?”
“Just making sure you’re real.”
He never took his eyes off of me as he set his ice cream bowl on the table and scooped me into his lap.
I giggled as I straddled him.
Donovan dug his fingers into my hair and pulled my lips down to meet his. “Come here. Let me show you real.”
His tongue dipped inside, and he tilted my head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. Lord, could this man do magical things with his mouth. And I remembered from our weekend that he was very generous in showing off this talent in other places. There was something so desperate when the two of us touched. It had been like that from the very start; as if once we collided, we needed each other to survive.
I felt him hardening beneath me as we kissed. With my legs wide open, the denim of his jeans pushed against my clit, and I ground down harder, desperate for friction.
Donovan groaned and gripped my hips. He started to guide me back and forth over his erection, and things built to a frenzy very fast.
Oh my God. I might come dry humping this man.
My body slowed, realizing that was exactly what was about to happen.
“Do you want me to stop?” Donovan mumbled between our sealed lips.
“No, I…I…”
He pulled back so we could see each other. I was a little embarrassed, but I didn’t want him to think he’d done anything wrong.
“I almost…you know.”
The wickedest grin spread across Donovan’s face. “You almost had an orgasm riding me fully dressed?”
“Don’t look so smug. I was the one doing all the work.”
“Oh yeah?” In one stealth move, he lifted me off his lap, and my back was suddenly against the couch. He climbed and hovered over me. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” He kissed my nose, then my chin, and lowered his head to kiss my neck before planting a kiss on top of my cleavage. His voice was lower and raspier when he spoke again. “Why should you be the only one doing the work? I think I need to help out here.” Donovan raised the hem of my T-shirt and kissed my belly button, then fingered the button of my shorts while looking up at me. His eyes were dark and hooded, but he didn’t break contact as he opened my shorts. “I want to bury my face in you and not stop until I feel you come all over my tongue. I crave you, Autumn. Want is too tame of a word. What I feel is much greedier than that.”
I swallowed.
“Tell me that’s okay. I don’t ever want to push you too fast and be a regret the next day.”
His tone made my heart hurt. He’d been so amazing and steadfast with me, and in return I’d only given him doubts. I’d avoided intimacy with Donovan because another man I’d trusted had taken something from me. Maybe it was time I forgave someone else for the things that had happened—me. Like a wise man once told me, moving on didn’t have to mean I forgot. I just needed to let go. And looking down at the beautiful man I wanted so badly felt like the first step in the right direction.
I nodded. “I want you, Donovan.”
His eyes jumped, looking for reassurance in mine.
“I won’t regret it tomorrow, and I won’t disappear.”
“You sure?”
I nodded.
Yet there was still hesitation in his face. “What’s off limits?”
I smiled. “Nothing.”
Donovan’s blue eyes darkened to almost black. “Nothing? That might be a dangerous edict to give a man who’s wanted you for a year now. You might not walk tomorrow.”
A shiver ran through me. I relished the thought of being too ravished to get out of bed. But if he thought he was the only one who felt desperate, he was absolutely wrong. I raised a brow. “Or maybe you might not be able to walk once I’m done with you.”
Donovan’s eyes sparkled. “That sounds like a challenge, and I do not like to lose.”
“Bring it on, Mr. Decker.”
He responded by nipping at my navel. Instead of registering as pain, it sent a jolt of electricity straight down between my legs. Donovan yanked my zipper down and tugged off my shorts and panties. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my pubic bone and looked up at me. “Just for that, you’re not going to get to lie there while I make you come.”
He sat up on his knees and dragged my body up the couch before flipping onto his back and sliding down into my spot. He guided one of my legs to straddle his chest. “Scooch your ass up, sweetheart. You’re riding my face.”
My jaw dropped. Donovan reached up and tapped my chin with a cheeky smile. “That’s a very generous offer. I’ll take you up on it later. Right now, just get your cowgirl hat on.”
Before I could fully get my bearings, his fingers were biting into my hips as he lifted me up and guided me onto his face. For a brief second, I felt a little self-conscious, but all that went out the door with one flick of his tongue. My clit was like a lightning rod, and one strike sent electric aftershocks racing through my body. Hunger grew as he traced my opening, teasing me with soft, fluttering licks. He kept a steady pace, building and building, but each time I thought I might fall over the edge, he’d slow, and we’d start the whole cat-and-mouse game over again. After four more go-arounds, each ending with the same result, I grew frustrated and finally started to move my hips.
“There she is,” he said. “Ride me, beautiful girl. Ride my face.”
Realizing he’d been withholding until I took control, I felt like killing him—but that would have to wait until after. Until then, I’d play his game. Grinding down, I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face and led his tongue to suck exactly where I needed it. That wave built again, faster and more furious, and I moaned as my hips churned shamelessly.
“I’m…I’m…gonna—”
Donovan didn’t wait for me to finish the sentence. He latched onto my clit and sucked hard, detonating an explosion inside of me. I heard the muzzled sounds of him groaning as I came undone, my body convulsing so hard that tears stung the corners of my eyes. Long after the wave crested, he still lapped at me like a man who hadn’t been fed in days and I was his last meal. I could barely hold my body upright by the time he finally slowed. Sensing my spiral down was about to crash land, he lifted me and guided me to lie on top of him with my head against his chest.
“That was…” I paused and tried to find the right adjective, but amazing didn’t seem to do justice to what had transpired.
Donovan kissed the top of my head. “The beginning. It was just the beginning.”
CHAPTER 29
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Autumn
Sex without an emotional connection could be physically fulfilling, but truly having feelings for someone brought things to a whole new level—a place I’d forgotten even existed, or maybe I’d never actually ever known.
After Donovan went down on me, we laid on the couch talking for a long time. I traced the outline of one of the smaller, black-and-white tattoos on his arm.
“Is there a reason all your tattoos are black and white?”
He shrugged. “I got the first few that way, and I guess I just haven’t felt like any new ones needed to stand out more than the others.”
“Does this one ha
ve any special meaning?”
It was a small bird closed into a birdcage.
“I got it when I was sixteen. It pretty much summed up the way I was feeling back then. I felt like that bird.”
“I didn’t realize you could get tattoos that young.”
“You can get anything in the old neighborhood. Might not be in a shop that has a license, but a lot of guys tattoo out of their houses.”
“Oh.”
Donovan smiled and stroked my hair. “Not how it’s done in Old Greenwich, Connecticut?”
I chuckled. “Probably not.” I rubbed my finger over the lonely little bird. “I think I can relate to this guy, too. Except you felt like you were locked in by your environment. I locked myself in voluntarily the last six years. To be honest, I even struggled with sex. I thought I was broken,” I said.
Donovan tilted my chin to look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t have an orgasm the way I just did. I only had them during actual sex, and only if I was on top.”
Donovan frowned. “You needed to keep control. That’s understandable.”
“But I don’t want that with you. Will you promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Don’t treat me like glass.”
His brows furrowed. “Is that what you think I just did? Having you ride my face was treating you like you’re fragile?”
I smiled. “No, definitely not. But you were hesitant at the beginning, and we had a conversation where you asked what was off limits.”
“You’d made some rules, Autumn. I’ve been tiptoeing around, trying not to break them.”
“Exactly—exactly what you just said. Tiptoeing. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do that. It took me a while to get here because I was scared, but I’m here now, and I don’t want you to hold anything back anymore.”
He studied my face. “Are we talking emotionally or sexually?”
“Both.”
His thumb caressed my cheek. “So it’s okay to tell you I’m head over heels for you? That I think about you all day long, and that my entire life lacked purpose until the day I met you? That you give me a purpose in life, and that’s to make you happy?”
I almost couldn’t breathe. Donovan flashed a boyish grin. “Too much?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not too much. You just caught me by surprise is all.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“And sexually, too. Don’t hold back. I mean it. I want the edge you had with me that weekend we were together, before you knew what had happened to me. It’s hard for me to admit, but you can be sort of bossy when we fool around, and I actually really love it.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah? You like me bossy in bed?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. Lord knows your ego is big enough.”
Donovan shifted us on the couch so I was now on my back, and he lay on his side. He helped slip the rest of my clothing off before tracing an imaginary line from my collarbone to my breast, up and over my nipple, and down to my navel before following the same path back up to my mouth. He tapped my bottom lip. “So…no limits, then?”
Our eyes met, and I shook my head.
I watched as the light blue of his eyes darkened again. “So putting you down on your knees with your hair wrapped in my hands and fucking your face? That’s okay?”
I swallowed. Jesus. I was getting turned on just thinking about it, so I nodded.
“Nice.”
His hand again traveled down to my breasts, and he pinched my nipple hard before rubbing between my cleavage. “And sitting on your chest while I slide my cock in and out of here and coming on your neck? That’s okay, too?”
I swallowed again, but nodded.
“Beautiful.” Donovan’s hand dipped down to between my legs. I was already wet, but he ran his fingers up and down, spreading the moisture before gently slipping a finger inside.
I gasped and arched my back.
“Fingers? So no limit on how many inside of you?”
I shut my eyes as he started to move in and out. After a few wet pumps, he added a second finger.
“Two fits nice and snug, but I think at least another one will feel good, maybe even a vibrator sometimes. You do have one of those, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I opened my eyes and nodded.
He smiled and sped up the pump of his hand. “Good. I can’t wait to use it on you. Maybe when I take you from behind. Is your ass off limits?”
My eyes widened, and Donovan smiled and withdrew his fingers. “Just clarifying if you really mean no limits.”
I shook my head. “I’ve never…done that.”
“Opposed to trying?”
“I don’t think so.”
Donovan leaned forward and brushed his lips with mine before sliding his mouth over to my ear. “I’m in no rush, but I am looking forward to making that mine now that I know it will be your first time.” He looked into my eyes with so much intensity. “Anything else we need to discuss?”
My chest was rising and falling so fast. “I don’t think so.”
He grinned. “Good.”
The next thing I knew, he was standing, and he scooped me up off the couch and tossed me over his shoulder.
I giggled. “What are you doing?”
He swatted my bare ass as he headed toward my bedroom. “Taking you to bed so I can have my wicked way with you, now that you just took the cuffs off.”
I kicked my feet, but loved every minute of it. “Owww.”
“No limits, sweetheart. Get used to a little pain. This ass is going to have many handprints on it.”
Inside the bedroom, I expected him to fling me on the bed. But he didn’t. Donovan set me down gently, tossed his wallet on the nightstand, and straddled me sitting up as I lay in the center of the bed. We were both smiling so big.
He tugged his shirt over his head and leaned down to press his lips to mine. “I love this smile. It does things to me.”
Getting a look at all the ripples on his eight-pack abs, I ran my fingers up and down, over the peaks and valleys of his muscles. “This does things to me.”
Donovan caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing my palm. The way he looked at me, with so much reverence in his eyes, made me feel warm all over, even though I was completely naked.
He lowered his body on top of me and took my mouth in a kiss while he pushed his pants down his legs. The warmth and hardness of his erection against my stomach made me desperate. God, I wanted him so badly, and my body was wet and aching for him. When our kiss broke, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of his wallet, tossing everything else to the floor.
My body tingled with anticipation as I watched him use his teeth to rip open the wrapper. He sheathed himself and settled between my legs once more, looking deep into my eyes as he pushed inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “It’s heaven in here.”
He rocked in and out gently, taking his time to make sure I was ready. Even though I’d touched him before, I’d forgotten just how long and thick he was, and my body needed some gentle encouragement to accept all of him. When he was finally deep inside, his arms shook, and he stilled as he looked into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I felt a rush of emotion. “So are you.”
He kissed me softly. But before long, the gentle thrusts turned hard, and the strain became evident in his face. Sweat bathed our skin, and everything except for our wet bodies slapping each other faded into the distance. The sound was utterly erotic, and my body was barreling toward climax. Veins bulged in Donovan’s neck as he grinded down, creating friction against my clit, and I lost my battle of self-control.
“Donovan…” I yanked at his hair. “Don’t stop…”
He bit down on my shoulder, and my body flew over the edge. Orgasms were normally something I chased, but not today. Today, I struggled to not let it r
un me over. My muscles pulsated, and my eyes closed while wave after wave of ecstasy wracked through my body.
“Open,” he rasped. “I want to watch you.”
It was a struggle, but I kept my eyes locked with his. Finally, as the waves started to crest, Donovan quickened his pace, moving toward his own finish until he groaned and buried himself within my body one last time. Even through the condom, I could feel the heat seeping out of him and spilling into me.
Most men I’d been with over the years would roll over onto the bed or get up and go to the bathroom after. And if they didn’t, I did. We hadn’t made love, and I’d never wanted those intimate moments after, but I craved them with Donovan almost as much as the actual act.
He wiped a sweaty strand of hair from my face. “How big of a wuss would you think I was if I said that felt almost…holy?”
I laughed. “I might think I went to the wrong church growing up.”
He brushed his lips with mine. “I wish I didn’t have to get up and deal with this condom. I want to stay right where I am…maybe tie you up and keep you underneath me for a few days.”
I cupped his cheek. “You don’t have to tie me up. I’m not going anywhere this time.”
Donovan smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
He climbed out of the bed, and I propped myself onto my elbow to watch him walk to the bathroom naked.
“Hey, tight ass,” I yelled as he reached the doorway.
He turned around with a grin. “Yes?”
“You might not have to tie me up to keep me anymore, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy you doing it anyway.”
He chuckled and mumbled as he left the room. “You’re going to be the death of me. I just know it.”
***
I woke to blinding light shining in my eyes. A ray of sunshine had streaked in from between two wayward blind slats and landed right on my face. I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked over at the end table to the clock.