Page 73 of Dr. Single Dad

He slides his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and unpeeling. He lifts my legs one at a time to remove my jeans. He’s kneeling at my feet as he tugs at my underwear. “These are…cute.”

I groan in embarrassment. I’m wearing the light pink knickers with hearts all over them that Eddie bought me for Christmas. Hot underwear isn’t high on my shopping list. I go for comfy, or in this case, available. “I wasn’t planning on you seeing them.”

He slides his fingers under the elastic and my embarrassment disintegrates. All I can focus on are the sparks I feel whenever he touches me. “Hmm, what’s this? Looks like you might have been having some very dirty thoughts,” he says. “You’re all wet down here.”

“I don’t think that’s my fault,” I say, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Oh yeah?” he asks. “Did I do that to you?”

He gets to his feet and holds my gaze as he slides his hand down the front of my knickers. “Did I do this?” His fingers find my folds and he laughs. “Fuck, Eira. You’re so wet.”

My breaths are short. If I wasn’t holding myself up, my knees would have buckled by now.

He removes his fingers and brings them up, brushing them over my lips, painting my mouth. I’m sure I’m completely crimson. Then he slides his hand back between my thighs as he licks my wetness from my lips.

He groans. “You taste so fucking good. Sweet and sexy. I want it all.” His lips are back on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, searching for more as his fingers work faster and faster.

I gasp against his mouth as my pleasure mounts. I can barely breathe. He’s making me feel…so much all at once.

If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling back from our kiss. “You feel fucking divine. I want all of your wetness wrapped around my cock.”

In less than a second, he pulls his t-shirt off and kicks off his jeans. His cock is flat against his stomach, and I can’t keep my eyes off it as it strains and bucks.

“Hold it,” he says. “Coat it. In you.”

I scan his face, looking for more direction, but he looks at me like I’m about to make all his dreams come true.

He steps forward and I pull in a breath. I reach down into my panties. I gasp at how wet I am. I’m not sure it’s even normal. I bring my hand to his cock and slide it over his length.

He growls as I touch him. “I’m fucking shimmering with you.”

Gaining confidence, I take him at the root and then with the other hand, guide his crown to my clit. My head falls back as the two connect and my skin scatters with goose bumps. All I can think of is him being inside me, stretching me, pulling all that feeling from me. But he wants something else first. A tease. A show.

I slide my knickers down a little so he can see my pussy, but only far enough to suggest I could pull them up at any moment and go back to my cheeseboard. It feels forbidden and dirty and oh so sexy.

I stand on tiptoes as I press his tip down so it slides between my thighs and the cotton of my underwear. He’s not going inside. Not from this angle. But I can get him almost as wet like this.

“Fuck, Eira.”

I make a fist around him and he pushes into it, hitting my clit as he does, feeling my folds take his crown. He pulls back and slams against me again.

“Jesus, I think I’m close,” he gasps.

I don’t even know where the condoms are. I didn’t expect to be at this point so quickly.

He pulls out and leans against me, pinning me to the kitchen counter, panting in my ear. I start to bring my hands to his chest.

“Don’t move or I’ll come,” he says softly.

Finally he steps away.

“Jesus. It’s like I’m sixteen and can’t keep it together when I’m with you,” he says.

I can’t help but blush. A man who looks like Dax is bound to have a lot of sex in his lifetime. The fact that I can cause him to become so unraveled so quickly is a badge I’ll wear with pride.

“It’s the same for me,” I say, doing my best to not breathe so I don’t make him climax.

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