His mouth and hands were magic. First, there were the gentle kisses to both thighs with quick nips of his teeth, followed by soothing licks of his tongue. The soft scrape of his beard on her skin heightened her pleasure, as she’d suspected. Gentle circles of her clit with his thumb and index finger had her arching her back and gulping for breath. Then his tongue joined the action on the sensitive flesh. Jada panted, unsure she would survive the delicious assault to her senses.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” he whispered against her. Wonder and desire filled his tone.
She knew. She knew.
But he wasn’t done.
He slipped a finger inside her, then another, working her while he thumbed her clit in a rhythmic motion. New flames built inside her. He swiped a tongue down her sensitive folds once, twice, before returning to her clit.
Jada cried out, her throat arching. Aching.
He didn’t stop.
Not when she pleaded. Not when she begged. Thank God. She panted for more. Implored him to release her from this torture. To keep going. He took his cues from her, alternating between slowing and quickening the pace of his fingers and tongue as she responded. “Yes. Like that. Please. Donovan.”
She looked down as he looked up. The expression on his face dazzled her. Determined. Intense. Focused on her. Making sure she was taken care of. Turned on. Wild. “Anything you want, baby.”
He lowered his head and continued to feast on her like she was a banquet. Strong glides of his tongue were followed by slower swirls. Right when she was about to explode, he gentled his touch. The torture continued until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Donovan,” she pleaded. “I … can’t…”
“I got you, baby.”
A gentle squeeze of her clit with his teeth and she soared over the edge, tumbling straight down into the abyss.
“You okay?” he whispered close to her ear, sometime later. He lay next to her, cradling her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm.
Aftershocks continued to sweep through her. But she had just energy to swing a leg over his hip until she straddled him. “Never better.”
Giving in to the craving that had never been far from the top of her wish list, she slid her hands up his body, starting at his fabulous abs bisected by his happy trail and working upward. His curly chest hair was soft and springy beneath her palms. She thumbed his nipples and grinned at his strangled gasp. Delighted at how they hardened under her eager hands. She loved that she affected him as much as he affected her. She wiggled her eyebrows. “But here’s the thing. I’m not done. We’re not done. Not even close.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you open that drawer?” He jerked his chin toward the mahogany nightstand.
“Say no more.” Jada dove for the piece of furniture and came back triumphantly holding up the holy grail—a condom. “Do you mind if I do the honors?”
“Knock yourself out.”
She ripped the package open and scooted down his magnificent body until she straddled his hips. She stared at his dick, licking her lips. She really hadn’t given the appendage as much attention as she would have liked, but flames of desire couldn’t be ignored, and she needed him inside her now. He hissed out a breath when she gripped him, then stroked him up and down, his flesh hard and warm, but he quieted as she carefully rolled the condom down his length.
Bracing herself on his flexing abs, she eased down on him, flutters of desire quickening at every flex of her inner muscles. They maintained eye contact the whole way, their connection unguarded and true. When he was fully inside her, her eyes drifted shut at the sensation of finally being one with him. She swallowed hard. Nirvana couldn’t be this good. They fit like they’d been made specifically for each other.
His grip on her thigh tightened. “Jada.” He was trembling beneath her. “I want to make this good for you, but I need you to move, baby.”
Jada lifted, gasping at the shock of arousal that bolted through her. With his hand at her waist, he guided her back down, and they quickly found a rhythm that worked. Their simultaneous gasps confirmed it. His dark eyes held hers, refusing to let her go. Not that she wanted to. It wasn’t just their bodies that were connected. So were their souls. She tightened her inner muscles around him, feeling his swift inhalation of breath at the movement. Then his magical fingers joined the action at her clit.
“Oh, my God.” Jada could no longer concentrate. Could no longer maintain that careful, measured rhythm. She could only feel as the storm raged through her as she raced toward the end.