Chapter 20 Emily
EMILY
He. Wasn’t. Kidding.
Even his warm breath whispering against my heated flesh had me squirming.
When he curled his hands around my thighs and tugged me down to his mouth, I nearly wept.
It felt incredible, the sensation somewhat different with the change of position.
He flicked his tongue over my clit then sucked it into his mouth, and I cried out.
My knuckles turned white as my grip on the headboard tightened.
My hips flexed forward on instinct, and I was too lost to the pleasure building in my core to be shy about it.
I chased my release shamelessly, Donovan’s little growls of encouragement spurring me on.
My legs began to tremble as my release mounted, tension coiling tight in my lower belly.
I reflexively tried to press my thighs together, but Donovan’s head was buried between them.
His responding chuckle sent a shockwave of vibration through me, pushing me over the edge.
My body convulsed as he held me to his mouth, and I nearly snapped my headboard in two.
He finally released me once he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body. I panted, my muscles too spent to move.
“That was,” I said breathlessly, unable to put into words what I’d just experienced.
“Yeah, it was,” Donovan agreed, and I looked down to take in his smug smile.
A surprised giggle spilled from my lips, followed by another, and then he joined me in my laughter.
I climbed off him and collapsed by his side.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun going down on a woman,” he said, that crooked grin unwavering.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You almost killed me. I think my soul left my body.”
“What a way to go,” he replied jokingly.
“Now it’s my turn to return the favor,” I announced, and the humor in his expression fell away. Something darker and more devious took its place.
“That’s right,” he said, his deep timbre sending a shiver down my spine.
He sat up and reached for his belt, undoing it without ever breaking eye contact.
“Lie on your back with your head hanging off the edge,” he instructed.
My entire body tingled with anticipation as he stood and pushed his jeans down his legs.
His cock sprang free. It was long and hard, and my mouth watered when he curved his fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke.
Scrambling to the edge of the bed, I started to get into position, but he stopped me. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded. “I want to feel those tits and watch them bounce as I fill your throat with my cock.”
Holy shit. I was about to come again just from his words.
Without hesitation, I peeled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, tossing them both aside.
Just as he requested, I laid down on my back across the bed, with my head hanging partially over the side.
Donovan watched me, those dark chocolate eyes greedily drinking me in.
“Fuck,” he drew out, “you’re beautiful.” He stepped up to the bed and ran both hands over my torso from ribs to hips. “Spread your legs and let me see that pretty pussy while I fuck your mouth.” I let my legs fall open and reveled in the pleased sound that rumbled up his throat.
He slid his hands back up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them. I let out a whimper when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. “Please,” I begged. I was tired of waiting. I wanted the taste of him on my tongue. Grabbing him by the backs of his legs, I urged him forward.
“My greedy girl,” he said with a dark chuckle, and my core tightened. I didn’t know why I liked hearing him call me that, but the effect was incendiary, heating me from the inside out.
Donovan tapped my lips with the head of his cock, and I eagerly opened for him. He pushed in a little at a time, savoring each moment as his length slowly disappeared. He hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed to keep from gagging as my eyes began to water.
“You okay?” he asked, and I hummed the affirmative.
He gave me a moment to draw in a few deep breaths through my nose before he thrust forward again.
I continued to pull in air through my nostrils, fighting off the urge to gag.
He was bigger than anyone I’d had before, and I was struggling to take all of him.
Finally he pulled back, giving me some relief, and when he pushed forward again, it was a little easier to handle this time.
He pumped in and out, and I took great pleasure in his manly grunts, the same ones that fell from his lips when he pounded into me.
I couldn’t see him from this angle, so the little sounds he made told me I was doing this right.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice full of gravel. I did as he asked, sliding my hand down my stomach until my fingers brushed over my clit. I moaned as they slid easily into my entrance, and I pumped my fingers in and out a few times before bringing them back to my clit coated in my arousal.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it,” Donovan said as I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for my release to build. Just as my muscles began to tighten, Donovan’s thrusts became wilder and more erratic, signaling he was about to come.
“Do you want my cum?” he asked, and I moaned, giving him the greenlight to finish in my mouth.
A moment later my orgasm ripped through me, and the choked sounds that vibrated up my throat sent Donovan over the edge.
He spilled into me with hot spurts hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed down every drop.
Donovan pulled out and stared down at me, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, something like adoration sparkling in his eyes. Then he reached down, curling his hand around my nape, and pulled me up as he maneuvered us both into a seated position.
“That was fucking mind blowing,” he said, then tugged me forward to capture my lips with his.
“I need some water. I think you drained me dry,” he accused playfully before walking out of my bedroom buck naked, returning a moment later with two bottles of water.
He handed one to me before opening his and draining almost all of it in one go.
I quirked a brow at him, and he shot me a cocky smirk before replying.
“Gotta rehydrate. It’s going to be a long night.”