9781618854674DonovansBluesWaitsNC (3 page)

His hand
reached the top of her thigh, toying with her need. She held her breath as he
waited a beat, then cupped her bare mound. “Yes,” he said softly at discovering
her nudity. “Good girl. Open to me,” he whispered.

Amanda hiked
up her skirt, spreading her legs wider under the table. His hand stayed there
as though testing the weight of her flesh, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, stroked
the outer lips of her sex only. His teasing went on and on, as she shifted
uncomfortably in her chair.

“Please,” she
whispered urgently.

“I just want
you to open to me.”

Amanda’s sex bloomed
fully, heavy and swollen, as Donovan finally took a calloused finger and slipped
it easily into her slick inner folds. He kept it there, motionless. Desperate, Amanda
started to undulate against it.

Donovan
smiled. “That’s it, show me your rhythm.”

He moved at
last, rubbing the erect nub of flesh to her pace.

Amanda’s
eyelids fluttered but she willed her gaze to stay on him. The hard pad of his
thumb replaced his finger on her clitoris, as his fingers surged into her tight
flesh. Amanda gasped. Donovan’s casual posture belied all his wicked erotic
ministrations under the table. Her flesh grew tighter as his hand worked her.

He took a sip
of his scotch, then sucked an ice cube from the glass and slipped it into his
hand. Cold fire lit through Amanda as he touched the ice to her heated flesh. “Out
of all my senses, perhaps this one is the most heightened for me,” he said
softly, as he brought the rapidly melting cube back to his lips. Opening his
mouth to taste, Amanda watched his tongue roll over the cube slowly as though
savoring the flavor of her. “It’s certainly my favorite.”

Her legs
shook from his abrupt physical withdrawal as much as the sexy image Donovan had
created.

He leaned
into her then, kissing her. The bite of scotch and her essence mingled on his
tongue. His kiss consumed her, dominating in its intensity, as he explored the moist
recesses of her mouth. She grasped his curls in her hands, pulling him in
closer.

Donovan broke
off slowly, his breath ragged. “I think we need to get out of here.”

Amanda
struggled to compose herself, straightening her skirt under the table.

He pulled out
his wallet and deftly took out some bills. Amanda noticed they were all folded
differently depending on the denomination. So that’s how he knows what currency
it is, she thought wonderingly.

“We’ll go to
my place. I’m close by.”

Amanda led
the way for them both, but it was Donovan who supported her as she walked, her
body still humming with need for release.

He unlocked
the door and led her into a small apartment. “Would you like a drink?”

She mutely
shook her head,
then
realized what she was doing. “No,
I’m fine actually.” She was awkward now, their recent intimacy in the club
receding.

His bed lay
directly on the floor, next to instruments and a large sound system. “I am
sorry for the poor decorating here. It’s meant to appeal to me I guess.
Lots of music.
From everywhere.”
His fingers trailed through a stack of records in a measured fashion, flicking
through them slowly until he reached the one he wanted. “I’m old school. The
sound is warmer to me.” Blues filled the room with a slow driving, seductive
beat.

He picked a
small drum up. “I’m not that good at playing all of these, but it helps me hear
the song in my head when I’m writing.” He thumped the drum softly. Amanda
watched his hands rhythmically beat to the tempo on the record. “Do you want to
play?” he asked, stopping.

“No, I don’t
know how.”

He reached
his hand toward her, pulled her to him, and placed the drum in front of her.
Amanda felt a bit ridiculous. She didn’t know what she was doing. He settled
directly behind her on the floor.

“Just feel
the song.” Donovan picked up her hands, and holding them, moved them to the
music. She listened to the song as he deftly moved her palms to its rhythm. His
loose grasp slipped away as she was keeping the beat herself. “Keep playing,”
he whispered. His hands dropped to cradle her wrists, exploring her skin gently.
He trailed his fingers up her arms, lightly drawing his nails under her
forearms.
The softest part of a women’s body
. She shivered with
sensation, as all her attention riveted to an area of her body no one bothered
to touch before. Her eyes closed as the music and his fingers glided over her,
her flesh stippling with goose bumps. She gasped as he found her breasts,
sensitive and full. Amanda had ceased her drumming.

“You’ve
stopped playing,” he admonished. He moved back, flicking some switches with the
sound system.

“I can’t…please.”

His lips
grazed her neck. “I’m recording this, are you okay with that?”

Seeming to
sense Amanda’s confusion, Donovan leaned close into her ear. “I want to listen
to us later.” Heat bloomed in her cheeks, aroused at the thought of him
reliving their lovemaking afterward.

He undid her
blouse, button by button, sliding his hands under the silky fabric. Tracing the
patterned lace of her bra, he inched slowly, as though memorizing her. Kissing
her shoulder, he finally released her breasts from their constraints. He played
with their curves and swells, the sloping undersides with the lightest touch,
always on the periphery. Her nipples drew taut as though begging for his
attention while Donovan’s hands moved onto her ribcage instead. He teased her
collar bone, shifting lower to circle inward with patient fingers. When he
finally reached the tight buds of her nipples, she moaned softly. She laid her
head and shoulders against his chest weakly, as she arched her back to press
her flesh toward his elusive fingers.

“More.”

He chuckled.
“You are impatient.”

Grasping her full
hips, he hiked the material of her skirt up slowly to her waist. He leaned into
her, reaching his arms down to trail over her outer thighs, moving around to slide
her legs apart. He placed his hands over hers once more. “If you make me play
that drum again now, I will kill you.” She felt his smile against her neck.

“No,” he said
slowly. He shifted his weight to lie down, with her still on top of him. His rigid
desire pressed hard into her back as he brought her hands to her thighs. “I
want you to show me your rhythm.” Amanda realized at once his meaning.

“No, I can’t.”

Embarrassed,
she started to pull away, but he stilled her gently.

“I need to
know.” He guided her hands, placing them on her mound. Amanda’s mind swirled as
she bit her lip. A dull ache filled her slit now, so long denied its release.
She hesitated only briefly.

Her fingers
moved easily into her own creamy depths as his hand learned her secrets. Then his
fingers replaced
her own
. Awash in sensation as his
thick digits explored her, Amanda’s pleasure coiled higher. “Come for me. Don’t
hold back. I need to hear you. Let yourself go.”

His free
thumb pushed into her slick walls, as his finger picked up speed, coaxing her.
She ground her hips to his movements, teasing him at the same time. The curve
of her buttocks drew on the length of his cock with each flick and rotation. Amanda’s
legs shook as she simultaneously ran hot and cold. Guttural cries flew from her
throat as her body contracted, juices running freely on his hands until she
finally stilled.

Unable to
catch her breath, she hung limp as a ragdoll. Donovan cradled her, crooning
softly in her ear. He picked her up easily and moved her to his mattress on the
floor. She watched him peel off his clothes, taking in the ridges of his
abdomen, his thick cock jutting from his thighs. His sunglasses were gone now,
although his eyes were shut. His hand reached out, feeling around by the bed to
retrieve a foil packet. He sheathed himself quickly.

Feeling for
her, he grasped her ankles and licked her instep before nibbling up her calf
and swooping around her knee. Nudging her wet thighs apart, he braced himself
between them. With nostrils flaring, he inhaled her musky scent greedily,
breath
fanning lightly against her skin. Donovan’s lips
teased the flesh of her legs, moving to the seam of her swollen lips to trace them
before darting inside, the tip of his tongue spearing into her. None of his
movements mirrored the tentative, halfhearted attempts at oral sex Amanda
experienced with past lovers. His tongue was strong and sure, exploring her wet
heat with confident ease as she pressed helplessly toward the skilled
ministrations of his mouth. With each probing flick gliding along her inner
folds, her hands fisted harder into the covers. His lips covered her small
bundle of nerves, creating a shallow vacuum as his tongue swirled enticingly
around it. The pulse between her legs intensified as he suckled gently, making
colors explode once again.

As she
arched
against him, Amanda heard his deep voice rumble
against her flesh. “Come for me, let me taste you.”

His fingers slid
inside her entrance, pressing circles against the front wall in rhythm to the
dance of his tongue, coaxing her pleasure higher, not letting up until she was quaking
against him and crying out. The last throb of her second orgasm hit as Donovan withdrew
and guided
himself
to the mouth of her hot sex.

Amanda gasped
at his urgent entry and then moaned as he took the opportunity to devour her
mouth. After kissing the breath out of her, he lay motionless for a moment,
giving her time to welcome him. Amanda began to move restlessly against him,
enjoying his sudden invasion, trying to draw him deeper into the tight clutch
of her flesh. “You’re killing me baby,” he whispered.

He began to
move slowly. She matched his measured thrusts with rolling hips. “You’re killing
me too,” she said, gasping. The thick heat of him within her, the feel of total
possession, caused her womb to contract. He laughed low, plunging in deeper and
harder. They were both sweating now, their bodies fierce and kinetic. Amanda climbed
higher, crying out as Donovan murmured encouragement in her ear, to vocalize
each feeling, not to hide it. She twined her legs around his waist to clasp him
even tighter as she started to shatter.

The
fluttering grip of her wet sex around his cock must have been Donovan’s
undoing. Muscles corded on his neck as he groaned. Amanda dimly felt the
answering throb of his cock as her whole body rippled around him, wringing a
final cry out of her. “Donovan!”

He gathered
her in his arms, rolling to bring Amanda on top of him. She laughed
breathlessly as the moisture from their bodies glued them together briefly. Lifting
her head off his chest to gaze up at him in wonder, she saw dark stubble on his
chin. He wiped the sweat from his face and she finally saw his eyes—milky and
unfocused, like a newborn. Somehow this seemed even more intimate than their
sex, this level of trust.

She touched
his cheek and his eyes snapped closed.

“Don’t,” she
whispered. “Don’t shut them, please.”

He turned
away to put his sunglasses on,
then
shoved his hand over
the side of the bed to fish out a cigarette and a lighter. He quickly lit up. Dragging
the smoke deep in his lungs, he suddenly seemed distant and remote. A veil
dropped sharply over any vulnerability. Amanda sensed she’d crossed a line for
him.

“I’ve met
girls like you, enchanted with the music, maybe a little frightened but also
intrigued with a man with no sight. They want to know what it would be like to
sleep with a blind man. Like a visit to some exotic place. But nobody stays
there—it’s a trip for them. Don’t make this more than it was.”

Amanda
stiffened in shock. Donovan described her perfectly. His lack of sight overwhelmed—even
frightened—her initially. And then it drew her in, like a neat party trick. She
obviously wasn’t the first. Amanda’s shame deepened.

Yet
everything about Donovan drew her to him, like a moth to a flame. She no longer
saw his blindness as a disability, but as an integral part of him. Donovan wasn’t
less of a man because of his lack of sight, but more of one. As for her, given
some of her responses, she wasn’t as much of woman as she imagined.

She licked
her dry lips. “Donovan, I can’t say that wasn’t true. I was intrigued by you,
but firstly from the music. I wasn’t just looking to sleep with a blind man. I
wanted to sleep with
you
. At first, I
didn’t even know you were blind.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Amanda
wanted to take them back. Donovan’s jaw clenched tightly.

“So when you
approached me, you didn’t know I was blind? Would you have even bothered if you
had?”

At her pause,
he blew out a breath.

“So, you’re
not a blind groupie. You just didn’t know.”

Amanda was
lost at words to explain the meaning of tonight for her. Donovan had given her
the most erotic experience of her life, and yet there was so much more she
wanted from him, needed from him. As much as his music touched her soul, and his
body satisfied her, it was the way he experienced the world, and most
importantly, how he experienced her that dazzled her. “I was a little thrown at
first,” she admitted. “That was my problem, not yours. I think you’re one of
the most amazing men I have ever met, and whatever this started out as, for you
or for me, I want to see you again—I want to spend time with you. Find out
where this goes.”