The other Titans were always asking Donna what she saw in Aqualad. Roy, Wally, and even Dick couldn't understand why she'd choose him over them. They didn't understand. Garth could breathe underwater. When he went down on her, he wasn't coming up for air until she was finished.
Donna lay back on the plush couch in the Titans' lounge, her legs splayed open in invitation. Garth knelt between them, his blue eyes locked on hers as he traced a finger along her inner thigh. She shivered in anticipation, goosebumps breaking out on her skin.
He began by pressing soft kisses to her skin, starting at her knee and working his way up. Donna moaned, her head falling back against the cushions as he nipped at her sensitive flesh. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wet with desire.
Garth's fingers danced along her slit, parting her lips to reveal her swollen clit. He teased her, blowing gently on the sensitive nub before finally giving in and sucking it into his mouth. Donna cried out, her hips bucking off the couch as he worked her with his tongue.
He was relentless, driving her higher and higher with each stroke. Donna could feel the orgasm building inside her, a coiled spring ready to unravel at any moment. She threaded her fingers through his damp hair, holding him in place as she ground herself against his mouth.
And then she was cumming, her pussy clenching around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Garth didn't stop, his tongue continuing to dance over her clit as she rode out the aftershocks.
When it was over, Donna lay limp on the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Garth knelt between her legs, his lips curled into a smug smile. "Like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Donna could only nod, still too spent to speak. She knew the other Titans would never understand. But that was okay. They didn't need to. This was their thing, their secret. And it was fucking perfect.