Page 66 of Queen of Misfortune (Shadows of Redemption)
“I’m not worthy of what you’ve given me,” he murmurs as one of his hands slides down my belly to the nest of curls between my legs.
I might have responded, but coherent thought is absent. All I experience is sensation as his fingers slip between my folds.
My hips rock, and I whimper. “Donovan.”
“Yes, my treasure?”
My hands press against the tile wall as I reach for the stars, the pressure, the tension building tighter and tighter.
“Do you need more?” he asks.
“Yes… Oh, God.”
He releases me around the waist and guides his erection between my legs. He doesn’t enter me, much to my disappointment. I try to tilt my pelvis, wanting to feel him inside me.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.” He slides along my folds as his fingers rub over my hard nub.
“You like my dick?” His breath is warm in my ear.
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” His movements slow down. Like he’s holding my orgasm hostage until I say the words.
“I like your…”
“Dick. Or cock. Your choice.”
I whimper as the ache intensifies.
“Say it,Tesoro.”
I’ve always been a bold woman, much to my parents' annoyance. But I’d never engaged in sexy talk. I feel embarrassed to even try.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.” There’s humor in his voice, and I hate that he’s teasing me. But my need to come is bigger than my need to be defiant.
“I like your… cock.”
He groans, and I swear I can feel it thicken between my legs. “I love your pussy, Lucy.” His fingers move faster over my clit, and he rocks his dick between my legs, sliding along my folds. The tension grows until the pleasure hits. Like a tsunami, it floods my system.
I cry out and my body shudders.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “And mine.” He turns me around, mouth consuming mine in a kiss that steals my breath away. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
I look up at him, wanting that too. While I might have been late to the pleasures of sex, I’m not naive. I know without a condom, we risk a pregnancy. Oddly, I don’t find the idea of that as problematic as I should. At the same time, I know that it would complicate everything. Despite what he said, we were still only married to protect me. I don’t want to shackle him with more responsibility than he asked for.
“I could… you know…”
He arches a brow, his smirk returning. “What?”
I roll my eyes at his insistence that I be specific. “Use my mouth. I mean… you have to teach me?—”
He lets out a feral groan. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” His hand cups my cheek. “Thank you for offering, but you don’t have to.”
I look down at his erection… his dick, and the desire to learn how to pleasure him blooms hot and wild. “I want to.” I sink down to my knees.