Chapter 20 Only Yours #2
And when I grew impatient and pulled him harder against me, he tilted my head back and kissed his way down my throat, my neck, sucking, teasing lightly with teeth to raise goosebumps, laving with his tongue as I shivered.
“Touch me. Please,” I gasped.
“Where?” he growled against the skin of my throat.
“Where I want you.”
He took my mouth again, more forceful this time, but still slow, sucking on my tongue, still cradling my head with one hand—but the other slid down between us, pulling up at my nightgown, bunching it between us. Then he nudged my thighs apart, and reached for me.
I braced, already panting, uncertain, and left quivering as he stroked me so lightly it pebbled the skin on my ass.
But then, just as I was about to demand more, he teased me apart, groaning when his fingers slid easily against me.
My breath caught at his touch, and I clapped a hand to his shoulder to steady myself as he raised his head to watch me. Scared he might stop, I leaned my head back to press myself into his hand and let him take some of my weight.
Our eyes remained locked, and my pulse thudded in my head.
Then he entered me with one finger, beckoning and I inhaled sharply.
The first cloud entered his gaze. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
Relieved, he smiled and used a second finger, urging me forward with both.
My breath stopped, then rushed out of me as my hips began to move of their own accord, because I ached for more. For him.
‘Don’t stop.’
His eyes searched mine, though I was having trouble focusing, and his heavy breath fluttered on my face as he watched me. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Relax… I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
I was beginning to pant, then he added the pad of his thumb, pressing gently, sliding up then retreating, sliding up then retreating and I was gasping, blinking rapidly, but his eyes never left mine.
“Come for me,” he rasped.
My body quivered and I rose onto my toes. “But—”
“I’ve got you. You’re safe. I want to watch you. Let me—”
His touches quickened, that beckoning inside tantalizing, the pressure from his thumb… it all pressed me higher and higher, and for a moment I almost gave in.
But then panic jangled through me. I grabbed his arm. “Stop. Stop!”
Donavyn removed his touch immediately, cupping my head and kissing my cheek. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought you were ready—I didn’t mean to scare you. Love, don’t—”
“You didn’t scare me,” I panted against his chest. “I don’t want to finish that way either. I want you, Donavyn. I want all of you.”
His head snapped up and he met my eyes again, brows high.
When I smiled, his lips curled high too—but to my utter frustration, he let me go to step past me and sit on the edge of the bed, his erection thick and hard, swaying as he opened his hands again and smiled up at me. “You have me, gorgeous. However you want me.”
I looked down at his straining body, then back to his eyes. “I don’t want to… I don’t want to be in control. I want you… I want you to do that.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Really sure.”
Donavyn smiled. Then he shifted his seat and reached for me.
~ DONAVYN ~
I settled myself back on the bed so the mattress hit the back of my calves. Then I reached for her with a shaking hand and drew her close, to stand between my knees.
I stroked her face and hair and cleared my throat. “If you feel uncertain, you tell me. I’ll stop.”
She nodded, then she smiled and it raised my heart. That tiny thread of fear was still in her, but when I pulled her closer she came easily.
“I want you,” she whispered, then kissed me. “I’m not afraid of you, Donavyn.”
Thanking God for that fact, I reached down to grab the length of her nightdress and slowly furled it up, gathering handfuls of the thin, soft material, watching her face as I let it drag up the sides of her legs until I could get my hands underneath it again.
But I didn’t touch her. I grasped her at the hips and pulled her up onto me, into my lap.
She was uneasy at first, awkwardly overbalancing as she crawled up. But I caught her and steadied her until she knelt with her knees either side of my thighs, my erection pressed between us.
Her face was slightly higher than mine from here.
“Talk to me if you need to,” I whispered, tucking her hair back, then stroking her cheek.
She nodded, and I prayed she’d stay relaxed as I reached for myself and urged her to stay high on her knees until I could position myself. And when I drew her down, it was only halfway.
Her eyes widened when I began rubbing myself against her—then she smiled and laced her fingers behind my neck and began to roll her hips gently, arching, following the movement and letting me press against her, but not into her.
God, she felt incredible. Hot, and slick, and soft. And the longer I played, her eyes began to glaze, then hood… and her head sank back.
When I had her over me, her throat bared and eyes closed, when both of us were panting, I grasped her hip to stop her moving and croaked, “Sit down.”
Tipping her forehead against mine, she did as I said and sank down, her mouth opening in a beautiful, sweet O as I filled her and her eyes rolled back, closing over her pleasure.
I cursed at losing her gaze—and because my body leaped to have her, already thrumming, already fighting off my climax as I leaned her back, one hand spread at her back, while I cupped her neck with the other until she arched away from me.
“So beautiful, Bren… so fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I pumped slowly into her and we rocked together. Her breasts were tight, heavy and full, her nipples tenting the soft material, while the rest of her body went limp—except where we joined, where she clenched on me, gasping with each invasion.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward over her, and without removing the nightgown, sucked on one nipple—making the fabric wet so that when I lifted my head, it would feel cold on her skin.
I growled approval at the sight of her nipple, visible under the wet fabric, tightening to a higher point. Then I did the same with the other one.
When I lifted my head and saw both peaks pressing, pink and rosy, through the wet fabric, my body surged. I had to fight back the urge to simply plow into her.
My breath tore from my throat, my voice rough. “Open the neck. Show yourself to me.”
Bren fumbled at the ribbon at the neck that held a long V closed at the front of the nightdress, cursing the knot, then finally getting the little ribbons untangled and pulled the ends free, yanking open the deep V and baring one of her breasts, arching towards me, watching, mouth open as I took it, clamping one hand on her shoulder from the back, pulling her down onto me at the same time I curled over her and sucked that nipple into my mouth, thrusting into her, holding her against it.
And my beautiful mate gasped my name, then sank deeper over me, opening her knees wider.
I did it again, panting.
Then I was sucking, biting, teasing, pumping into her, the hair on the back of my neck standing tall as she began to whimper.
“Bare the other one,” I demanded hoarsely, chastening myself that she needed gentleness.
But she smiled and leaned back into my hand, her fingers trembling as she shifted the nightdress to bare the other breast and held the fabric wide until I clamped down on that one—and her fingers fisted in my hair, holding me to her.
I sucked hard at the same time I thrust into her, again, and again, urging her towards that peak.
‘Donavyn!’
Her head fell back, lolling, and I begged God to give me the control to hold off until she came.
Clawing both hands up her back, into her hair, gripping it, baring her throat, I kissed my way up from her breast, still thrusting, and she cried out, begging me not to stop.
Again and again, her breasts bouncing against my chest.
I thrilled to her, delighted to sense no fear in her. Her body was soft, arching, responding.
Then she clenched on me and I almost came.
Tearing my mouth off her, I bent her back and raised my head to lock eyes with her, staring, gasping her name, pleading.
Bren’s eyes widened. Her knees were spread as she opened herself to me. Watching myself take her was a stunning sight that threatened to end this too quickly. But looking up only revealed her breasts, bobbing with every thrust, her nipples tight little peaks, shining from my kisses.
Bren was stunning. Her back arched, chest high, throat bare as she grew tighter and tighter and—oh dear God, give me strength!
Frantic, hoarse, I begged her. “Come for me, Bren. Come for me, Love.”
With a cry, one of her hands slapped to my shoulder and she clamped it there, the other hand clawing at my waist.
She was crying out, wordless, mindless with pleasure—but her eyes… hooded and glazing, still found mine.
As we both locked in, I curled my toes into the carpet and prayed for control.
“Beautiful… so fucking beautiful, my love—”
“Donavyn… oh, Donavyn!”
She bowed, eyes wide, and her mouth dropped open in a scream—but I took her mouth, swallowing her cries, pumping into her as she keened and sobbed, her body twitching, skin pebbled with pleasure, and slick where we joined.
Then, as she was buried in the throes of her climax and gripped me like a fist, I tumbled over that cliff-edge and into free fall, growling her name, grasping, holding her to me, and begging God never to let her leave.
For a moment, the world went still as our bodies sang together, and the bond exploded in pleasure and unity.
And then… we plunged back into the waters of reality, shuddering, slumping…
I didn’t let her go.
When I could think again, I curled her into my chest, lifted her with me, and crawled us both up the bed to lay down on the pillows and catch our breaths.
We’d only been laying there seconds, still panting, when a tiny jerk in her body made me still.
Was she crying, had I hurt her?
“Bren?”
She lifted her head and for a moment I despaired. There were tears in her eyes.
But then she smiled. No, she beamed.
“Again,” she breathed.
I growled my relief and pulled her against my chest again, curling myself over her and kissing her neck.
Thank you, God.