A short laugh escaped, my pulse entirely too fast. That’s the kind of effect he had on me. When I tried to push him away with both hands, he was forced to catch me before I lost my balance, but he was quick on his feet, also swiping my nipple with the chilly frosting as he did.
Everything he did had a hypnotizing effect, and I slammed both hands against the table once again, this time arching my back. He took my actions as a blatant invitation, leaning over and wrapping his wet lips around my aching nipple.
“Oh, shit.” I threw my head back, fighting to remain upright. His mouth was so hot I was shocked at the intense vibrations tickling my senses. I couldn’t think clearly, buzzing from our connection in a way that didn’t seem possible.
He took his time, licking the icing with a tongue that seemed more like a substantial weapon than a tool of passion. This certainly couldn’t be classified as romance, but I honestly didn’t think that after tonight I would enjoy anything but raw, uninhibited, and very rough sex.
Because I knew that’s exactly what this man was going to provide.
I’d waited for so long for him to touch me, creating the craziest of fantasies and he wasn’t disappointing in the least.
While he was sucking and nipping one aching, hardened bud, he rolled his icing-covered finger around the other. Even as much as I wanted to continue playing with him, showing him that everything he craved would be difficult to obtain, I couldn’t move.
Donatello took his time, finally dragging his tongue to my other nipple. This time, he bit down, forcing me to cry out in surprise. But the hint of pain was incredible, keeping me in a state of ecstasy.
When he was finished assaulting my nipples, with a single push he forced me to lie back onto the table. I didn’t dare try to fight him even as my face flushed from embarrassment.
Rising to his full height, he stood over me while licking remnants of icing off his lips. He was without a doubt the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He knew it too, his cocky actions all night long exactly as I’d expected.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when he scooped additional frosting on his thick fingers, rolling both between my breasts before circling my bellybutton. When I dared try to cover my breasts, suddenly nervous around him, he shoved my hands aside.
“Never hide yourself from me, princess. Never. I’ve waited for ten years to lay eyes on your beauty.”
The man was a charmer at least to women. I’d heard him in action several times over the years, but there was something in his eyes that kept me electrified.
With some icing still on his fingers, he rolled them around my lips, arching a brow until I pursed them open. The same smile from before was accompanied by a twinkle in his eyes. I sucked on his finger while studying the raven on his chest, the bird’s red eye a perfect representation of his intensity.
And his brutality.
But while forceful, with me he’d already allowed his guard to fall. So had I.
Only when I’d sucked his fingers clean did he once again plant his palms on the table, taking his time leaning over.
Very slowly he shook his head before darting out his tongue. I struggled to watch as he dragged the tip between my breasts, snagging every inch of the white cream cheese frosting. When he reached my bellybutton, I sucked in and held my breath, still trembling from his powerful hold over me.
He took his time as before, acting as if the taste was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. When he was finished, he rubbed his arm across his mouth on purpose.
Studying him added to the excitement. His grin widened as he slipped his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. Acting as if he had all the time in the world, he tugged the lacy material over my hips, taking way too much time to lower them to my feet.
By the time he pulled them free, I was shaking all over from both excitement and a crazy rush of adrenaline.
After another deep breath that he held for several seconds, he curled his arms under my legs, bending mine at the knee.
I turned my head, taking tiny gasping breaths, laughing from nervousness when he blew across my pussy. I certainly wasn’t a virgin, but with him, every action felt fresh and a little wild.
With my heart thudding, I fisted my hands, pushing them against the table. From the first swipe of his tongue, I fell into an intense, beautiful lull where lights flashed in front of my eyes and the only sound was the constant hammering of my heart.
“Oh… This is so…”
I don’t know how he managed to drive me to a wild moment of bliss so quickly, but he did, the sensations dancing through every muscle like rocket fuel.
Every sound he made was unrecognizable, but he was enjoying the hell out of himself. When he pushed me further into the center of the table, I yelped.
He lifted his head long enough to grin, even winking when I tried to focus while watching what he was doing. I was completely open for him, but he wanted more, pressing my knees against the table.
My pussy glistened in the overhead light and every few seconds, I rose onto my forearms, blinking to try to focus.
With him, even that was next to impossible.
