Page 125 of Holding on to Chaos
“You’re so precious,” he growled. “So perfect, and I can’t get enough of you.” He abandoned her breasts, the tips wet from his mouth, and withdrew his fingers from her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Donovan.”
Without preamble, he brought his head between her legs, swiped his tongue through her slit.
Her hips jacked up off the floor at the sudden, jagged rush of pleasure.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured. His fingers were back, gliding into her, brushing across that spot.
Her breath caught, and she felt her body tense.
“I feel it, Eva. Let it happen. Let me make you come.” He lathed her aching nub with his tongue while his fingers worked pure magic in her. His hips pistoned against the mat as if to relieve the growing ache in his own cock.
Her moan was breathy. She didn’t have to tell him what was happening to her. He had a front row seat to the orgasm that swamped her like a storm. It carried her up and up until it broke and she was hurtling back toward the earth.
He groaned against her slick folds as she came, clenching around his fingers, shivering under him. Her body was alive and not nearly sated enough. Still trembling, Eva grabbed Donovan’s hair. “Sit up,” she demanded. He sat cross-legged on the mat, and she straddled him.
“I need you in me before I stop coming.” The blunt head of his cock grazed her and it set her off again... or still. She didn’t know, and it didn’t matter.
“Eva,” he rasped brokenly.
She gripped his shaft with her hand and guided it to her opening. She wanted to go slow, to savor, but the need wouldn’t allow for that. She lined him up and lowered herself onto him, overfull and aching. Impaled upon him.
“I can feel you still coming,” he groaned.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her. Her nipples grazed the hair of his chest as she lifted. She paused at the top and watched him as she lowered onto him. The cords of his neck stood out. His jaw was clenched. And those blue eyes had fire in them.
She shifted her hips, trying to take all of him. And with a look of sheer possession, he gripped her hips and slammed home.
Eva cried out softly. Gripping her hair, Donovan drew her down for a kiss. She began to ride, mimicking the thrusts of his tongue. He set the pace with his hands clamped on her hips, lifting and gripping. Eva watched him, watched his control slip millimeter by millimeter as the thrusts got harder and faster.
They were bound by intimacy, intensity. Joined by the need to fulfill.
He dipped his head and licked at her nipple. She hissed through her teeth and rocked into him. They balanced there, on the knife-edge of desire and ecstasy. His eyes. Those true-blue eyes were dark, half-blind with lust.
“You’re mine, Eva. Mine.” He gritted out the words as she dug her nails into his shoulders under his shirt.
“And you’re mine.” It was a promise whether he knew it or not. But it didn’t matter because she was quickening around him. The glorious build broke, and then she was fisting around him, drawing his own release out of him whether he was ready or not.
They collapsed, shuddering, in a sweat-slicked heap on top of the mat that smelled like lemons and eucalyptus.
Donovan heaved a sigh. “I think we can work more of your fantasies into our sex life,” he breathed, his lips moving against the skin of her neck.
She laughed. “Are you running out already?”
“God no. I’ve got enough to keep us going to our twentieth anniversary at least.”
“And people think I have an active imagination,” Eva snickered. “I hope you know that everything we do is fair game for fiction.”
“I wouldn’t want your sheriff hero falling flat in the moves department. How is the book coming?”
He felt rather than saw the shrug.
“I’m having a little trouble focusing since… the break-in,” she admitted.
Donovan lifted himself up on an elbow. “Baby, maybe you should give yourself more than forty-eight hours to process.”
“I haven’t even gone back in there yet. Not since I walked through with Layla,” she confessed. She yawned. Her body was spent, and her brain was ready for bed. Everything had her feeling exhausted lately. She needed to get back into a routine, get her head back in the game.
