didn’t care if everyone at the fucking baby shower was standing outside that door. Hell, she didn’t care if they watched. Not when Donovan was slowly penetrating her, driving all thoughts from her mind.
Kora slid her arms around his neck, holding him tight as he brought their bodies together, pushing inside, filling her… God, it felt so good … stretching her … oh, yes, more ... making her moan.
“Kora,” he growled against her ear, a rough, needy sound that matched what she was feeling. “Fuck, baby.”
She wasn’t sure why he was using terms of endearment, this was a one-time thing and she was more than willing to let him send her into hyperspace, but she could do without the needless chatter.
“Fuck me,” she insisted, tightening her hold around his neck, taking him deeper as his fingers dug into her thigh. “Hard.”
Donovan muttered something—something that sounded a lot like God help me—but then, he thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, filling her completely.
Kora sucked in a breath, blinded by the overwhelming pressure, the sudden bite of pain that quickly dissipated, morphing into incredible pleasure. It was too much and not enough—all coalescing into a turbulent storm that she was eager to drown in.
“Don’t let go, Kora,” he demanded, and Kora realized her arms had slipped from around his neck. “Hold on tight.”
Needing him to give her more than he was, Kora dug her fingers into his shoulders, pressed her back against the wall, and rolled her hips, changing the angle, allowing him to slide deep, then withdraw. In, out. Slow, gentle.
Shit. He was driving her out of her mind. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her come. This … whatever he was doing was too intense.
“Faster,” she encouraged, trying to ride him, thrusting her hips forward to meet his.
“Not gonna happen,” he said. “Not yet.”
Kora pulled back, staring into those emerald depths. For the first time, she noticed the passion burning in his gaze. It matched his words from earlier, and she knew he wasn’t going to make this fast and dirty.
Well, dirty, maybe, because he chose that moment to start mumbling words in her ear, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other beneath her thigh as he rocked his hips forward, back.
“So fucking tight, Kora. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words caused her inner muscles to clench.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Take all of me, Kora.”
Her body tingled in places she hadn’t known could tingle.
Donovan lifted her leg higher, changing the angle once again. This time, he pulled back, putting a small amount of space between their upper bodies, allowing them both to look down to where they were joined.
His cock slid out, her juices glistening along his latex-covered length in the dim yellow light. His hips rocked forward and he was inside her again, sucking more air from her lungs. God, he was so big, so thick … it was overwhelming. In the best possible way.
And suddenly, she never wanted it to end.
DONOVAN WAS SWEATING. PARTIALLY due to the lack of air flow in the small storage room, but mostly from the effort it required to hold back. He’d known the moment he was sheathed inside Kora’s sweet body that he’d been right.
Once … probably wasn’t going to be enough.
Goddamn.
Donovan groaned. Fuck, she was tight. Her walls gripped him. And now, as he watched his dick slide into her warm body, feeling her clasping him, milking him, pulling him deeper… It took a fuck-load of determination not to come like this was his first goddamn time.
He groaned when her muscles tightened around him. He wasn’t going to be able to go slow for much longer. He wanted to slam into her, to nail her to the wall, to make her beg him to send her over. As it was, those moans were sexy as hell, but if they weren’t careful, someone was going to hear them.
Not that he gave a shit right then, but he figured Kora might. The only thing he cared about was the warm grip her pussy had on him, the tightness of her cunt, the sexy moans she didn’t hold back.
Kora was just what he wanted her to be. A woman lost in the intensity, giving herself over to the pleasure, riding the waves on her way to going over the edge. And he wanted to take her there, to ratchet up her need, to drive her higher until the only thing she could think about was