By the time seven o’clock rolled around, my body was alive with anticipation and my mind was a mess of need. I couldn’t focus; I hadn’t been able to for at least the last hour. All I could think about was Donovan and his demand for me to be ready at seven. And he didn’t let me down.
At two minutes to seven, he walked through the doors of my bar. His eyes came straight to mine, and he strode to where I stood waiting near the door that would take us upstairs. “Evening,” he murmured as his strong arm slid around my waist. It was like our bodies’ memories took over as we moved into each other, claiming the other as our own. Donovan had only one arm around me, one hand placed firmly on my ass, but in that one move, he’d signalled his ownership. I knew it, and anyone who was watching us would know it.
And damn it felt good.
Even my independent side lay down and let him take over.
As his presence assaulted all my senses, I barely managed to form a thought, let alone engage in conversation. “How was your day?” I finally asked.
His body shook gently with a chuckle and his mouth moved closer to my ear. “I really don’t think you’re up to conversation, so let’s talk later.”
I’d barely nodded my agreement when he took hold of my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. And I’d hardly managed to gather my wits when he pushed me up against the wall and dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands going straight to my skirt so he could yank it down. Tossing it aside, he then focused on the only other thing denying him access to what he wanted, and a second later, my panties joined my skirt. And then, his hands spread my legs before they took hold of my ass so he could pull my pussy to his mouth.
Shit.
Fuck.
Oh God.
My head rested against the wall and I swayed a little as he pressed his tongue inside me while his lips kissed me.
Donovan was making love to me with his mouth.
The sight of his broad shoulders flexing and his head moving while he did this only made me want him more.
My strong man.
I couldn’t even count the number of times he’d done this, but each time only got better than the last. The more we grew to know each other, the better everything became.
He continued to lick and suck me, and the pleasure rolled through me and over me in beautiful waves I never wanted to end. Donovan loved my pussy. He’d told me that enough for me to know it, but his actions spoke louder than his words.
The caress of his tongue.
The brush of his lips.
The grip of his hands.
His mouth cherished me in the same way his heart beat for me.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and held on tight as he made me come. Bliss moved along my skin and buried itself deep in my body as my orgasm pulsed through me. I lost myself in it, my climax the only thing touching the edge of my consciousness.
He held me up while I sagged against the wall and then he stood and lifted me, taking me to the bed. I loved being in Donovan’s arms, and almost whimpered when he placed me on the bed, and let me go. I tracked his movements as he pulled his shirt off and then removed the rest of his clothes. When he stood naked, our eyes met again, and the feral way he stared at me caused my core to clench.
“Come here,” he growled, indicating for me to move to the edge of the bed.
I scrambled as fast as I could and sat where he pointed.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Needing.
His hands went to the bottom of my top and he lifted it over my head and dropped it on the floor. Then he knelt in front of me, again – oh God how I loved him kneeling in front of me, because it meant he was about to worship me - and cupped both my breasts through my bra.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, almost as if he was as lost in the pleasure as much as I was. His fingers hooked over the edge of my bra cups and slid them to the side to free my breasts. And then he dipped his face and took one breast into his mouth, his warm lips sucking me, his tongue flicking over my skin.
I wound my fingers in his hair and moaned as my body arched towards him. He grunted his approval and continued his slow exploration of my breasts. Donovan didn’t often do sex slow and gentle like he was tonight. Usually he preferred it harder, rougher and a little faster, and while I loved that, this side of my man lit my body with desire in a whole other way.
It was delicious and sexy and divine.
Sacred between us.
In this space, we connected on a whole other level.
His touch whispered his feelings to me.
It spoke the words he couldn’t say out loud.
Revealed his soul in ways nothing else could.