The Spark

Yet there was still hesitation in his face. “What’s off limits?”

I smiled. “Nothing.”

Donovan’s blue eyes darkened to almost black. “Nothing? That might be a dangerous edict to give a man who’s wanted you for a year now. You might not walk tomorrow.”

A shiver ran through me. I relished the thought of being too ravished to get out of bed. But if he thought he was the only one who felt desperate, he was absolutely wrong. I raised a brow. “Or maybe you might not be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

Donovan’s eyes sparkled. “That sounds like a challenge, and I do not like to lose.”

“Bring it on, Mr. Decker.”

He responded by nipping at my navel. Instead of registering as pain, it sent a jolt of electricity straight down between my legs. Donovan yanked my zipper down and tugged off my shorts and panties. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my pubic bone and looked up at me. “Just for that, you’re not going to get to lie there while I make you come.”

He sat up on his knees and dragged my body up the couch before flipping onto his back and sliding down into my spot. He guided one of my legs to straddle his chest. “Scooch your ass up, sweetheart. You’re riding my face.”

My jaw dropped. Donovan reached up and tapped my chin with a cheeky smile. “That’s a very generous offer. I’ll take you up on it later. Right now, just get your cowgirl hat on.”

Before I could fully get my bearings, his fingers were biting into my hips as he lifted me up and guided me onto his face. For a brief second, I felt a little self-conscious, but all that went out the door with one flick of his tongue. My clit was like a lightning rod, and one strike sent electric aftershocks racing through my body. Hunger grew as he traced my opening, teasing me with soft, fluttering licks. He kept a steady pace, building and building, but each time I thought I might fall over the edge, he’d slow, and we’d start the whole cat-and-mouse game over again. After four more go-arounds, each ending with the same result, I grew frustrated and finally started to move my hips.

“There she is,” he said. “Ride me, beautiful girl. Ride my face.”

Realizing he’d been withholding until I took control, I felt like killing him—but that would have to wait until after. Until then, I’d play his game. Grinding down, I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face and led his tongue to suck exactly where I needed it. That wave built again, faster and more furious, and I moaned as my hips churned shamelessly.

“I’m…I’m…go

Donovan didn’t wait for me to finish the sentence. He latched onto my clit and sucked hard, detonating an explosion inside of me. I heard the muzzled sounds of him groaning as I came undone, my body convulsing so hard that tears stung the corners of my eyes. Long after the wave crested, he still lapped at me like a man who hadn’t been fed in days and I was his last meal. I could barely hold my body upright by the time he finally slowed. Sensing my spiral down was about to crash land, he lifted me and guided me to lie on top of him with my head against his chest.

“That was…” I paused and tried to find the right adjective, but amazing didn’t seem to do justice to what had transpired.

Donovan kissed the top of my head. “The begi