The growl that comes from him right before his lips crash down onto mine is almost enough to make me orgasm.
I begin to roll to face him, but he’s already got his hands all over me and is taking charge of getting me where he wants me.
I’ve gone from not wanting to open my eyes to desperately wanting him inside me. Ten years of being with this man and I still can’t get enough of him.
Today, he spreads me out under him, his intense gaze all over my body, unleashing a torrent of need through me. That need only intensifies when his eyes land on my pussy and stay there.
I know what’s coming next.
And it can’t happen fast enough.
Hands flat to the bed either side of me, he dips his mouth to my chest and kisses my breasts. He takes his time with each nipple, giving me his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He then moves slowly down my stomach, giving me the same until he reaches my pussy, at which point he stops giving me anything except his eyes.
I allow him a few moments here. Donovan’s a visual man. He likes to watch me. To imagine what he’s going to do. To think about all the ways he’ll make me scream his name. But I’m always impatient for him, this morning being no different.
I sit up and reach my hands around his neck while bringing my mouth to his. Our kiss is rough, needy. Like our kisses always are. We’re unable to only go half in on anything that involves our bodies together.
When I let his lips go, I keep hold of him, my face close to his. My eyes search his. Breathlessly, I say, “I want you inside me and I don’t want to have to wait until you’ve tasted me.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, gripping my neck. Tightening his fingers around me, he says, “Lie down. I’m tasting you.”
“No. I need your dick.”
His eyes flash with fire. I’ve worked my husband up. A specialty of mine. One I hope never changes. “You’ll have my dick when I’m ready to give it to you.”
I feel all those words and the way he says them deep inside.
I might want his cock, but I want this more.
This push and pull that is always there between us.
This darker side of him.
I do as he says and a moment later, his fingers are on my clit.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, and when I do, he places his hands to my thighs to keep them wide and pressed to the bed while he bends his face to my pussy and licks me.
“Oh god,” I moan, reaching for the sheet. Grasping it, my back comes up off the bed as Donovan’s tongue pushes inside me.
He fucks me with it for a few moments before sliding out of me and sucking my clit into his mouth. Using his tongue, he does that thing he does that I wish I could have more often than the few times a week we manage to find time for.
In our next life, we’re not having kids or jobs.
We’re just having Donovan’s tongue and my clit.
Oh, and his stubble.
I never encourage him to get rid of that because it feels so damn good when he’s got his mouth between my legs.
I let go of the sheets and move my hands to his head. Donovan started shaving all his hair off a year ago and I can’t get enough of his bald look. I also love the feel of it and have my hands all over his head every time he gives me his mouth like this.
He loves my hands on him, and the growl that comes from him when I touch him almost tips me over the edge. I hold my orgasm back, though. I’m not ready for it yet. I need more of his tongue.
He spends another couple of minutes on my clit before looking up at me. “Touch yourself while I finish you off.”
I comply with his order. Donovan watches my fingers for a few moments before licking my clit again.
We’re all fingers and tongue together while he pushes two of his fingers inside me.
