head
back down, “given we’re both lawyers, this should be a cakewalk.”
“Mmm. Hopefully so,” he said, running a hand over
the swell of her ass and then pressing his middle finger between her cheeks. “Given
I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to fuck this tight little hole.”
“Oh God, Donavan.” Her entire body trembled as he
slid his hand lower and cupped her slippery cunt. He would have liked to hear
her call him Master, but they’d made a certain amount of progress and he didn’t
want to take the chance of pushing her too far, too fast. With any luck, by the
end of the night she would be willing to take that step.
Unable to keep his mouth from her any longer,
Donavan kissed the gentle slope of her neck, raking his teeth lightly over the
exposed, sensitive skin while dipping two fingers between her glistening folds.
So soft. So responsive. Her cleft throbbed under his fingers and she whispered
a curse as he teased and toyed with her engorged clit. He pinched and rolled it
gently while grazing his mouth from the base of her neck, down between his shoulder
blades. His lips paused at the small of her back. Still playing with her clit,
he carefully turned his body, repositioning himself for a better angle.
He was looking up the length of her instead of
down now, and the sight of her bare bottom vulnerable for his taking had him
fighting off a groan. He couldn’t lose control now. Not with something like
this. He needed to take things slow.
Attentively, he worked his fingers up, down, and
around her swollen cleft until her tummy lifted from the bed, arching her back
toward the ceiling. Eve moaned, and the sound couldn’t have pleased him more.
This is where he needed her, barely balanced on
the edge of an orgasm.
He reached for the bottle of lube and then
drizzled a slow stream between her ass cheeks. His hand was shaking as if she
weren’t the only one doing this for the first time. The truth was he had to
have gone through these steps countless times with countless other women, only
this time seemed…different.
You’re not just going through
the motions anymore, Carver. This woman means something to you.
That she does, Donavan silently admitted, and
because of it, he fully intended on pleasuring her not only to feed his ego but
maybe because he wanted her to feel the same toward him.
“It’s so cold,” she whispered.
“It won’t be for long. I promise.” The lube he’d
chosen warmed with friction. Soon her ass hole would be heated and tingling and
ready for penetration.
Using only the tips of his fingers, Donavan drew
slow, lazy circles over her puckered bud and relished how it clenched and
unclenched. A shudder rumbled through him. Her reaction near mirrored his, only
she followed her shudder with a groan. The husky sound flooded his ears and his
balls pulled tight against his body. She was ready. So ready.
He pressed the tip of one finger to her anus. Eve’s
body instantly tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured, and she gradually softened.
“That’s my girl. Now take a deep breath, slowly.”
On her inhale, he steadily eased his finger
inside her snug hole. She accepted him, inch by inch. The soft, spongy tissue
throbbed around his finger as he slowly, carefully pistoned in and out. Each
time he pressed a little deeper and a little farther until her anus relaxed
enough to take him to the hilt. In response, Eve moaned into her arms and
rocked her hips backward. It was exactly the reaction he was looking for.
“Take another deep breath for me, Eve.”
She did as he asked and he proceeded with a
second finger, but this time she eagerly pressed back, taking it all at once.
She hissed out a sigh and Donavan shook his head. Naughty, naughty girl. Always
trying to take the lead. Now with both fingers fully inside her hole, he
glanced down and as expected, he saw her toes curled and the muscles in her
legs snapped tight.
“Easy,” he coaxed, keeping his movements slight
to give her
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