Chapter 11 Emily
EMILY
Ipanted as Donovan rinsed every sud and bubble from my body. He’d touched me everywhere except where I needed him most. Anticipation lit every nerve ending on fire as I waited for him to fulfill all the salacious promises he made me while cleaning my body.
Suddenly, I was whipped around and my back was pressed to the shower wall.
Donovan’s lips came down on mine hard and fast, the kiss almost bruising in its intensity.
He laid his large hand against my throat, not applying any pressure, but holding me still all the same so he could plunder my mouth.
My pulse fluttered against his fingers, and my hands gripped his sides, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, he released me, and his dark eyes bored into mine.
“I’m dying to taste you again,” he confessed before kneeling in front of me.
He pressed his face into me and ran his nose up the crease between my leg and my pussy.
He nipped at me, and I let out a surprised yelp when his teeth met my flesh.
The sensation was jarring; not painful, just unexpected. I liked it.
I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle, and he looked up at me, a wicked grin curving his lips. “You like that?” he asked, his brow quirked. I nodded and held my breath as he dove back in.
Donovan took his time pressing kisses to my hip and down to the apex of my thighs, occasionally grazing his teeth over my skin.
My body was on fire, my veins lit with desire and need.
Finally, he tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and took one long, languorous swipe with his tongue from my opening to my clit.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Pleasure at his words and the sensation zinged through me.
No man had ever talked to me like that before.
No former boyfriends or situationships had ever enjoyed going down on me like Donovan seemed to.
They’d all acted like it was an inconvenience and only licked it halfheartedly a few times before asking if I was ready to move on.
But not Donovan. He feasted on me. He swirled and flicked his tongue over my clit until my knees began to shake.
Sliding two fingers inside me, he curled them forward and sent a riot of unfamiliar sensations through my core.
When he gently bit down on my clit, I saw stars.
He trapped it between his teeth and pressed the tip of his tongue against it in a pulsing rhythm.
That was when the tightly coiled tension inside me snapped.
I came with a scream, my fingers tangled in his hair as I writhed shamelessly against his face.
I was still coming down from my release when he stood, gripping the backs of my thighs in the process, and wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips crashed against mine, and I could taste my release on his tongue.
He pinned me against the wall with his hips pressed into me.
His cock slid against my still sensitive clit and he groaned, dropping his forehead to mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gritted out, gripping my hips and thrusting against me. I was so slick there was zero resistance as his cock slid against my swollen flesh. My clit throbbed with aftershocks and if he didn’t stop, it would trigger another orgasm. Not that I was complaining.
My eyes fluttered closed, and my head fell back against the tile as he continued to rub his shaft up and down my sensitive flesh.
I would give anything to feel him slide inside me with nothing between us, but I couldn’t take that risk.
I was finally back on my feet after my life imploded a couple years ago and I was forced to move back home.
The last thing I needed was to end up with an unplanned pregnancy from a one-night stand.
That was what this was, right? Just one night to get this out of our systems. This was me scratching an itch a decade in the making. Besides, Donovan hadn’t promised me anything beyond tonight. So why did the thought of only having this one night with him fill me with melancholy?
I didn’t have long to consider the answer because in the next breath, my second orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, my eyes pinched shut as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“I love watching you fall apart,” Donovan said, and my eyes fluttered open.
He brushed a damp tendril of hair off my face then cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
There was no way I’d ever get enough of this man.
I was kidding myself if I thought I could ever be content with only having him just this once. I needed more. I wanted everything.
“I need you inside me,” I admitted, the words coming out as a demand. A sly smile tipped up the corners of his lips.
“Greedy girl,” he said in faux chastisement before sliding open the shower door and retrieving a condom from the edge of the sink.
“I’ve already made you come twice,” he reminded me before tearing the foil wrapper open with his teeth.
For some reason the action was incredibly sexy, and my stomach clenched with anticipation.
“And now you want my cock, too?” he questioned, rolling the condom down his shaft.
I fought the urge to start panting like a dog in heat as he slowly slid his hand down his impressive length.
“Four times,” I corrected playfully, referring to the orgasms he gave me in my bed.
“That’s right,” he agreed as though he’d forgotten. “Let’s see how many more I can wring out of you before you pass out from exhaustion.”