He’d paid one hundred grand for this night. Even if he’d done it to protect me originally, I still felt like it was a lot of hype to live up to.
“I’m afraid,” I admitted.
He tilted his head to the side, considering me. “Of what?”
“That I won’t be good enough.”
It made me cringe to admit it, but my fear was real. He didn’t mock me for it. Instead, he shook his head, as if he was annoyed by my own doubts.
“That thought should never have crossed your mind,” he said. “We’ll take it slow. If you want to stop at any point just say the word.”
That assurance eased some of the tension in me, even knowing I wouldn’t want to stop.
Slowly, he leaned forward and pulled me up until I was standing in front of him. Then, he lowered the zipper on my dress and let it fall to the floor at my feet. It shouldn’t have been hot, but him undressing me the way he was made my pussy wetter than it already was.
My panties followed a moment later. He guided them off my feet, dropping them on the floor before he took my shoes off. I felt exposed without my panties and just my bra on, but he didn’t let me keep that for long. He reached behind me and unfastened the hooks, his fingers scraping over my back.
He freed my breasts and I instinctively tried to cover my nakedness.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice husky. “Don’t hide from me.”
He pulled my hands gently away as he cupped my breast. His thumb caressed over my nipple, making it pebble. I was sure I might expire as pleasure shot between my nipple and pussy. It was as if the two were connected.
I arched my body as I threw my head back, moaning. It didn’t sound like me. I’d never heard that noise come out of my mouth, but I liked hearing it.
Donovan dipped his head down and kissed me as he guided me back on to the bed. When he straightened, he started to undress himself. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. It felt like I’d waited a lifetime for this moment and I enjoyed every moment of it. He shrugged it off his shoulders revealing his muscled chest. He wasn’t overly built, but it was clear his gym sessions had paid off.
His pants went next. I was enthralled as he freed his cock. It was thick and veiny and I was wondering how the hell it was going to fit inside me. He didn’t seem to have that concern. Donovan gave it a tug before he moved back to me.
He hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, so my ass was overhanging the edge slightly. I planted my feet firmly on the floor, my fingers gripping the sheets as he went between my legs.
The first touch of his tongue to my center nearly made me jolt off the mattress.
I sucked in a breath and held it as he swirled his tongue around that sensitive nub that made my body twitch with need. He was talented—not that I had anything to compare it to—but I’d never felt this way when I’d gotten myself off before.
It was as if he knew exactly where to touch to make me writhe on the bed. I was gripping the sheets so tight I was sure I was going to leave half-moon nail marks in my palms.
I felt my orgasm growing, my pussy contracting as the waves started to wash through me. I was going to come. My breath was ripping out of me as I climbed higher and higher with each flick of his tongue.
Then it hit me.
It was like an explosion going through my body. I cried out in pleasure and tried not to squeeze my thighs together, but it was hard not to.
He stood while I had the most amazing sensations rippling through me.
I heard him move to the bedside table and open it. There was a rustling sound before he came back to stand in front of me. When I looked up I saw he was wearing a condom.
“Up,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, scrambling off the bed. He laid down in my place and I frowned at him.
“I want you to lead this, for you to have control.”
I smiled at his words. “How do we…”
“Climb on top of me.” I did as he asked, straddling his hips.
He guided his cock into my hand and gently pressed it between my folds. “Gravity will do all the work,” he told me.