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I force myself to swallow. I think I did know that. I had to study anatomy for my aesthetician training, but… His tongue swipes through my folds, and all thoughts flee.
Holy fuck. The good doctor knows exactly what to do with his tongue and those long, dexterous fingers. In the salon, we sometimes joke about men not knowing where the clit is, but that joke does not apply to the surgeon between my legs.
“Oh,” I gasp. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?”
My fingers tangle with his longer strands, and I push him back down.
“Very good.”
He chuckles against me. “I aim to please.”
And fuck me if he doesn’t. He works me over for what feels like forever as I tug his hair, groaning until my muscles tighten and release culminating with a mind-numbing explosion.
“Holy shit.” My head tilts back, and I take in the ceiling. “That was…” I don’t have words. He crawls over my body, trailing kisses from my hips, along my belly, and pausing to administer warm, languid attention to my breasts.
“Do you have any idea how many times I wondered what your breasts looked like?” He nuzzles the valley between them. “Felt like?” His warm, wet tongue circles my sensitive, peaked nipple. “Taste like?”
A cross between a moan and anuh-huhcomes out. I tug at him, wanting to push him onto his back so I can return the favor. But he rises on his forearms, nudging my thighs wider.
“I need you now. Is that okay?”
My core clenches. I’m soaked, and fuck if my whole body doesn’t throb. “I’m ready.”
So, so ready.
The tip of his erection probes at my entrance. His hand grips his base, and he guides the tip, up and down, just the tip, in and out, with the sexiest peekaboo on the planet.
“Please.” Yes, this little game of his is sexy, but I need him inside me, stretching me, filling me.
Satisfied with his position, he lets his cock go and shifts over me. His tongue plunders my mouth as he pushes inside. His hips thrust, back and forth, and my hips mirror his movements, rocking him deeper inside me.
He slows and hovers over me, seated inside me completely. Our foreheads touch, and he stills. “Christ, you feel good.”
My hips buck up to meet him, begging for movement.
“Shhh.” He sounds strained. “Give me a moment. I’ve never…not without a condom. Just, this too…let me adjust.”
He lowers his head near mine, and I nip along his jaw. His arm muscles strain, his chest expands, and he holds himself still, eyes closed in concentration. The intimacy strengthens when he pulls back and gazes into my eyes. Something undefinable passes between us, and for that second, we are frozen in time, joined together as only a man and woman can be.
And then he moves. He lifts one of my thighs, resting my leg over his shoulder, and delves impossibly deeper, slamming against me, hitting just the right spot. I tighten my core muscles, and he releases a guttural groan as I purposefully coax him, tightening my core, massaging his length as he pounds into me.
He releases my thigh and lowers himself over me until his chest rubs mine. My hands grip his ass, pulling him deeper into me, and he kisses me with a passion unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Like he wanted this, me, more than anything.
Sweat coats his chest, and with each slight movement forward he coaxes my clit. My toes curl, and his movements increase in frequency, building me up, until all that tightness explodes. My nails drive into his damp skin, and he quivers, pulsing inside me, veins bulging, until he collapses over me. I cling to his sweaty back as we both gasp for air.
His head falls to my shoulder, and he kisses the damp skin, then proceeds to place kisses along my throat, below my ear, my cheek, my nose, my chin, and my lips.
“Thank you,” he whispers, then slips out of me and rolls onto his side. “I don’t know how much you’ve researched this, but chances are, we’ll need to do that over and over. You know, in order to achieve pregnancy.”
My teeth clamp down around his nipple in a playful bite, and he chuckles. What just happened was beyond incredible and fantastic and all the words, but we’re still us. Thank god, we’re still us. He palms the back of my head, smoothing what must be a frightful mess, and I rest my ear against his chest. The pounding of his heart pushes out all thoughts, and I relax into him.
ChapterSeventeen
Ian
Last Year in July
