He kept his arms stretched out over the back of the couch and the idea of putting her hands and mouth all over him seemed excellent.

  “Really think you were,” he said, making no move to change his position.

  As much as she wanted him touching her, the idea of having Donovan Foster stretched out, all to herself, letting her do whatever she wanted was far too tempting.

  She thought for a second, then tucked the condoms in the front of her panties so she wouldn’t lose track of them.

  His eyes followed her motion.

  “That’s not how those work.”

  “I need both hands free.”

  She started with her hands holding his face and leaning in to press her lips against his.

  She loved kissing him. She kissed him softly at first then ran her tongue over his bottom lip. He opened with a groan, and she stroked her tongue in along his. He kissed her back, but still didn’t move his hands. It was interesting how she was holding his face, yet it felt like he was taking over the kiss.

  Heat licked down her body and settled between her legs as his tongue moved against hers and she could swear that she felt the strokes as if he was applying them to her clit.

  She ran her hands from his face and down the sides of his neck to his shoulders, massaging the hard muscles there and stroking down the length of his arms. She even relished the size of his thick wrists and the rougher texture of the skin on his hands as she ran her palms over the backs of his hands and then under so they were palm to palm. He curled his fingers into hers briefly and she felt a strange warmth at the seemingly affectionate gesture.

  Then she ran her hands up the underside of his arms to his chest and then down over his ribs to his abs. His muscles bunched under her touch and she finally pulled back from the kiss. She watched as her fingertips traced over the tiger tattoo that covered the left half of his abdomen from just below the curve of his pec muscle to the delicious V that dove into the waistband of his sweatpants.

  “I love this,” she said, her voice breathless.

  “I love you loving it.”

  She lifted her eyes to his. The usual green had deepened to near black with his desire and she loved the surge of empowerment she felt knowing she was affecting him. She shifted to put her lips against his collarbone, then dragged her mouth down over his chest to his breastbone and down the center of his abs until she got to the tiger’s head. She licked over the swirling lines that made up the tiger’s head, then body. She followed the ink with her lips and tongue, pulling the front of his pants down to trace over the front leg and paw that ended just above his pubic bone.

  She looked up. Donovan’s jaw was tight and his hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly. He was holding himself still, clearly trying not to move much.

  But she really wanted to know what would happen if he moved.

  “Are you okay?”

  “And you thought all of those times when I was out facing down wild animals was dangerous,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending tingles of awareness down her spine. “Your mouth on me is coming closer to killing me than anything ever has.”

  She gave him a smile that she was sure looked completely wicked. And she didn’t care.

  “Should I apologize?”

  “As long as I don’t have to apologize for what’s going to happen if you keep going.”

  She shook her head slowly. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Donovan. I completely trust you.”

  Hearing her say that did something to Donovan. He couldn’t have described it. Certainly he could have chalked that up to the fact that a gorgeous woman was now kneeling between his knees, half-naked, and was reaching for the front of his pants.

  But he knew on some level, it also had to do with the fact that Naomi LeClaire was an amazing person and to have gained her trust meant something. She had a huge family and lots of friends, and they were the best people he’d ever met. She didn’t need anyone else in her life. She didn’t need to open herself up to anyone. She had everyone she needed. To get close to her meant something.

  But as she pulled down the front of his sweatpants and gave a happy little hum at the discovery that he had no underwear on, Donovan realized that the universe at large and humankind—at least the male portion—would certainly forgive him for not being able to analyze his thoughts and emotions any further at the moment.

  She tugged the sweatpants past the edge of the couch cushion and let them fall around his ankles. Then she ran her hands up the backs of his calves then to the front of his thighs before she wrapped her fist around the length of his cock.

  He felt like lightning bolts were streaking through his gut and up his spine. Donovan groaned. “Naomi.”

  She lifted her gaze from his cock to his face. “God, I want this so much.”

  He wasn’t sure she could’ve said anything hotter at that moment.

  “You need to take your panties off and give me one of those condoms.”

  “Not yet.”

  He wanted to protest and insist that she get up here where he could worship her, but she squeezed him then and stroked and his brain short-circuited.

  It had been a while since he’d had someone else’s hand around his cock.

  He had a few offers since coming to Autre and in the first month or two he’d taken a couple of girls up on those offers. He’d traveled extensively and knew that his pseudo-celebrity status got him extra attention. So he hadn’t been without female company when he wanted it over the years.

  But after his first couple of months in Autre, the casual hookups with local girls had suddenly seemed strange. He didn’t want to get serious with anyone here and he’d caught on, somewhere deep in his psyche, that he wasn’t going to be moving on from this place as quickly as usual.

  And if he had delved even deeper into the psyche—which was a place he did not go often or intentionally—he knew he would’ve found that this woman had a lot to do with the fact that those other hookups had lost their appeal.

  Naomi stroked her hands up and down the length of his cock and Donovan again could only think the word goddess. Her touch was heaven.

  “Nae,” he managed to grind out. “Need you.”

  She nodded and leaned forward.

  A split second too late, Donovan realized that she mistook his meaning.

  Not that he was complaining. Her lips wrapped around his head and she swirled her tongue over the tip before taking him deeper. She gave him a slight suck, then another lick. Instinctively, Donovan’s hand went to her head and he took a hold of the braids at the nape of her neck. For just a second, he fought between pressing her closer and pulling her off.

  But before he had to make that choice, she lifted her head. “You okay?”

  He shook his head. “Need you naked.”

  Her eyes widened. “I’m good right here.”

  “Naomi.” His voice was deep and firm. “Naked. Now.”

  She looked from his face to the cock she still held in both hands, then back to his face. She seemed to make a decision. It was the right one.

  Because if she had not gotten to her feet on her own, Donovan knew he was a half a second away from grabbing her, pulling her into his lap, and ripping those sweet white panties off of her gorgeous body.

  She pushed back on her heels, then straightened. With her gaze locked on his she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and pushed them to the floor. The two condoms fell with them. She stepped out of the scrap of white silk and bent to pick one packet up.

  Donovan drank in the sight of her bare body. She was perfect from head to toe. Sweet curves and smooth skin and an almost regal air as she stepped between his knees and handed him a condom. He took it from her, ripped it open, and rolled it down his length as she watched.

  The lights were certainly not as bright as he would’ve liked, but they could both see everything that was going on. He loved the lack of shyness and awkwardness. In the time he’d known her, Naomi had met everything she encountered straight-on with a composure that he not only admired but was very drawn to. Composure was not something Donovan had a lot of in his life.

  When he had the condom in place, she put a knee on the cushion beside him, braced her hand on his shoulder, and brought her other knee up, straddling his lap. She paused and he realized that she was waiting for him to position his cock so she could sink down onto it.

  Fuck, that was hot.

  But it wasn’t quite time for that. He hadn’t teased her nearly enough. He hadn’t had his hands and mouth on her. Yet.

  “You waiting for something, goddess?”

  “Goddess?”

  “Oh, you know you’re worthy of worship.”

  She was positioned so that she was looking down at him from a couple of inches. She gave him a small smile. “I was just on my knees in front of you.”

  He nodded. “Exactly. But this is where you belong.” He put his hands on her waist and brought her forward so that one nipple was right in front of his mouth. “I’ve got some definite homage to pay.”

  He took her nipple between his lips, kissing it lightly, then giving it a flick with his tongue. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he licked over the tight center before drawing it in for a long suck.

  She gave a soft moan and he did it again, loving the way her grip tightened on him.

  He lifted a hand to the other side teasing that nipple as well, plucking and squeezing until she was shifting restlessly over his lap. Switching his mouth to that breast, he ran his hand down her side to her hip where he squeezed before bringing his palm around to cup between her legs. She was hot and wet and she shifted against his hand impatiently.

  He glided back and forth, pressing against her clit with the heel of his hand and feeling her grind against it. He kept up the pressure, letting her show him the rhythm she liked as he drew on her nipple, adding a slight nip.

  She gasped his name and the sound sent another bolt of electric heat to his cock. He slipped his middle finger into her pussy and felt her muscles immediately clench around him.

  “Yes, Donovan.”

  “Tell me what you need, Nae.”

  God, he wanted to hear her telling him exactly what he could do for her. Exactly how he could be everything she wanted and needed.

  “More. Just… More.” He withdrew his finger then pumped it in again. Judging by the way her muscles tightened around him, he figured that was the right thing to do. He did it again, and again, thrusting deep and curling so that he could hit her G-spot. She pressed against him and moved her knees wider. He leaned back so he could look up into her face. She took a shuddering breath and met his eyes. He loved the way she blatantly made eye contact. He slipped another thick finger in. “So fucking tight,” he said.

  “It’s been a while,” she told him, breathlessly.

  He loved that. It was very primitive of him, he acknowledged, but he didn’t want to think about her being with anyone else. He’d known for a while that she didn’t date extensively and that she not only didn’t have a boyfriend, but hadn’t for a while.

  Yeah, he’d asked. And he’d put up with Charlie’s knowing smile when he’d done it. He didn’t care. Knowing more about Naomi was worth his almost-sister-in-law’s nosiness. He hadn’t expected to be here with Naomi, but he did like knowing there was no other man in this position with her either.

  “But there’s a little more worshiping I want to do,” he told her, moving his hand slightly to circle his thumb over her clit.

  She sucked in a breath. “If it involves me riding you on this couch until neither of us can move for an hour or so, I’m in.”

  Fuck, he was never going to get over hearing the classy, cool Naomi talk dirty to him. “You’re not going anywhere until I feel this sweet pussy around my cock,” he promised, circling her clit and pumping his fingers deep. “But there’s one thing before that.”

  “What—”

  Before she even finished the question, Donovan grasped her hips with both hands and lifted her so that the pussy he was now obsessed with was in front of his mouth. “Knee up on the back of the couch, Nae,” he instructed.

  She hesitated. He pinched her ass.

  “Let me worship you properly. “

  She seemed to recover from her shock or whatever had made her pause. She leaned in and put her left knee up on the back of the couch next to his ear. With his big hands splayed on her ass, he brought her forward and put his mouth on the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted.

  He licked and she gasped, bracing her hand on the wall behind the couch.

  He licked and sucked, dipping his tongue into her sweet heat, and then sucking again, loving the feel of her legs trembling and her soft gasps and moans.

  In particular, he loved hearing his name from her lips.

  “Oh my God, Donovan, I’m going to come like this.”

  Best thing he’d ever heard. “Damn right you are.” He pressed her closer to his mouth and ate her with purpose. Like a man starving. But he was starving for her pleasure, to be the one to push her over the edge, to make her desperate and satisfied at the same time.

  “Donovan! Donovan!”

  The next second she tipped over the edge, coming with a cry and slumping forward to rest her forehead on the wall.

  With his hands on her hips, he slid her down his body until their lips met and he kissed her hungrily. He hoped she liked the taste of her on his tongue because it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth.

  She pulled back after several long moments and stared at him. “Holy crap.”

  “And I’m not done with you yet.” He gripped her hips and shifted her back. He took his cock in one hand, then lifted her with his other, positioning himself at her entrance. “Take me, Nae.”

  Her hands went to his shoulders and again their gazes locked as she lowered herself on him.

  Fresh off her first orgasm, he slid into her with ease.

  They groaned as she settled on him fully. She pulled in a long, shaky breath. “God.” She was looking at where they were joined.

  He reached up and tipped her chin so he could look her in the eye. “So much better than orange cake. Very glad to be alive.”

  She gave him a grin and there was that sassiness around the edges again as she started moving. She lifted and lowered herself on his shaft and each stroke sent waves of heat and lust coursing through him.

  This woman was amazing and her fucking him was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. He had to sit back and let her take the lead. He actually leaned back, stretched his arms across the back of the couch again, and just let her move.

  Her eyes flashed with heat and she braced her hands flat on his chest, picking up the pace, swiveling her hips as she took him, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back.

  Goddess.

  He fought to stay still.

  “Donovan,” she said breathlessly after a few minutes of just moving. “This is so, so good.”

  He unlocked his tight jaw. “You have no fucking idea.”

  “But I need more.”

  His eyes snapped from where she was taking him over and over to her face. “What do you need? Anything.”

  “I don’t know. Something. You.”

  He gripped the couch. “You have me. All of me.”

  “Will you…”

  “Yes,” he answered without needing to hear her whole question.

  She smiled, realizing that. “Your desk. One of my fantasies is your desk. Me bent over it. You behind me.”

  Donovan froze. And again had to consciously relax his grip. “Nae,” he said carefully. “We can definitely do that. Sometime. Not today.”

  She frowned and stopped moving. “Why not?”

  “Because I’ll hurt you.” He told her honestly. “I’m wound tight and have wanted you for too long. This is already killing me. You can’t ask me to put you in that position and not fuck you so hard that you end up bruised.”

  Her eyes widened, but not with any kind of fear or intimidation. She looked completely turned on. Donovan groaned.

  “But I trust you,” she told him.

  “Then trust me when I say no. Not today.”

  “Okay then… What else?”

  Fuck. This woman was everything he wanted and more. More than he’d expected. More than he would’ve dared imagine.

  “You want it from behind?”

  She nodded. “It’s one of my favorite positions.”

  Well, fuck. Without thinking it through any further, he shifted, grabbing her waist and turning her body so that she was on her hands and knees on the couch cushion. She gave a shiver and he knew that it was lust and anticipation, not fear.

  He moved in behind her. He ran a big hand up and down her back and over the curve of her gorgeous ass.

  “Damn, every time I think I know the extent of your goddess-ness, you take it up a notch.”

  She looked at him over her shoulder with a naughty smile. Her breasts bounced as she wiggled her ass at him. “Show me, Wild Thing.”

  He gave a short laugh, then squeezed her ass again. “Hang on for the hardest, best worship of your life.”

  He entered her with a long, hard thrust.

  She moaned and he gripped her hips firmly, giving in and taking over.

  She met his next stroke and he quickly picked up the pace, thrusting deep and fast until he felt his climax building rapidly.

  He reached around for her clit, needing to bring her along, but her fingers were already there, circling her clit as she met his strokes.

  “Fuck, Nae,” he forced out between gritted teeth.

  “Oh, Donovan.”

  “I need you—”

  Then she cried out and clamped down on him as she came, slumping forward, her hips angled upward. He gripped her tighter as he pumped into her faster and harder until lightning streaked through his balls, hot and bright, as he emptied inside her.

  They stayed like that, breathing hard, not moving, not speaking for several seconds. Maybe even minutes.

  But finally, Donovan withdrew, and Naomi sprawled face-first onto the couch cushion. He chuckled as he pushed up off the couch and dealt with the condom.

  He snagged his pants from the floor and pulled them on, then scooped her up, settling onto the cushion with her in his lap.

 

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