She’d never want to mask this. It pressed buttons in her she hadn’t realized she had, her body knowing just how to react to the feel of him in her mouth, a flood of wet heat going straight to her sex. She inhaled deeply and took another slow suck, earning a tense groan from Donovan.
That was all she needed to hear. She stopped being delicate and slid down his shaft, sucking and licking and working every part of him her tongue could reach.
Donovan cursed and his thigh muscle flexed beneath her, the springy hair of his leg teasing her sex. “That sound you just made . . . Christ.”
She hadn’t realized she’d made a noise, but her response to having him in her mouth was impossible to contain. She could feel his every reaction. Each swipe of her tongue earned her a coiled muscle or a sharp breath or more drops of the slightly bitter pre-come. She loved knowing what she was doing to him. Loved the immediate feedback that she was doing something right.
He clasped her head in his hands and wrested some of the control back, easing her pace. “That’s it. Slow it down. I want this to last. You feel fucking amazing.”
She groaned and rocked her hips along with the slow motion of her bobbing head.
Donovan shifted his leg beneath her, putting pressure where she needed it most.
“Mmm, I can feel you getting hot and slippery against me. You’re making a mess, Marin.” His words were low, the sound coasting over her like warm, seeking hands. “You know what that does to me? Knowing that sucking my cock is getting you off? That you need to come so bad again that you’re riding my leg?”
Heat flooded her face, an automatic reaction, but he didn’t let her pull away or give her time to be embarrassed.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, sinful intent lacing the words. He shifted his leg fully against her, dragging the hair-roughened surface over her flesh, grinding against her slick lips and clit. “You’re going to fuck my leg just like that and suck me hard while you do it. You’re going to come for me like I’m going to come for you.”
The feel of him grinding against her, the sound of it—all that wet, hot flesh—and the feel of him hard and full in her mouth was too much. All of her systems flipped to go almost immediately, release racing up the line. She whimpered, her hips canting forward despite the snap of shame trying to fight its way in. She was humping his leg like a dog. She couldn’t stop if she tried.
His fingers tightened against her head as he pumped her harder against him. He didn’t take her all the way down. Her gag reflex had protested the first time she’d tried. But he wasn’t taking it easy either. He gripped her hair in his hands, her scalp stinging in a strangely erotic way. Her hold on the moment started to slip, some state of surrender sliding into place. She was a passenger now, her mouth his tool. Her thoughts blurred. She let go of the steering wheel.
“That’s right, baby.” Donovan’s breaths were sawing out of him now, choppy and ragged. “Moan for me. Show me how much you need to come. How much you want to drink me down.”
Marin was lost. Her body jerked against his leg, and everything inside her detonated. She made some desperate sound around his cock, her tongue and lips still working, tasting, loving, but sensation spiraling through her and blasting thought from her brain.
“Fuck, yes, oh fuck.” Donovan’s words were hot rain over already boiling waves.
He swelled in her mouth and pumped into her roughly, spilling his release onto her tongue and down her throat, calling her name and saying sweet, dirty things to her.
She took everything he had to give as she rode the crest of her own orgasm. His taste. Her pulsing clit. The slick feel of her body sliding against his thigh. All of it morphed into one long, drunk-on-pleasure moment. Then he was easing her off of him and rubbing soothing fingers on her scalp.
She blinked back into reality with slow awareness. Her lips were tingling, her jaw a little sore, and her body throbbed with aftershocks as he adjusted on the bed and dragged her into his hold. But she couldn’t find it in herself to do much of anything besides let him move her where he wanted her. He cradled her in the crook of his arm, his chest still moving with uneven breaths as he eased down from his release.
His skin was hot against her cheek, the sheen of sweat welcoming. She closed her eyes, sated and sleepy. A lot had happened tonight. She’d probably have thoughts about it. But not now. She’d think about everything later. Right now she just needed this.
“You okay?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Mm-hmm. You?”
“What do you think?”
“Guess I’m a natural at giving head,” she murmured sleepily. “Check that off my list.”
The dark, quiet laugh rumbled beneath her cheek. “Maybe I’m just a natural at receiving it.”
She snorted. “Of that, I have no doubt.”
He gathered her closer and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Get some rest, Rush.”
She snuggled closer to him, and he pulled the blanket over the both of them, the sweat chilling on her skin. “I can’t sleep here.”
“I know. But stay for a little while. You went somewhere during that. You need to come down easy from it. Plus, I’m not ready to let you out of my bed yet.”
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But she’d gone somewhere all right. She almost felt drunk with it, her thoughts sticky and her muscles lax. “Okay.”
“I’ll wake you up before it gets too late,” he said softly, but her mind was already halfway to sleep.