Page 63 of Dr. Single Dad

The realization is like the tremors of an earthquake in my chest.

She needs me. And I think I might need her.

She squeals and tries to move away as my tongue dips into her folds. I dig my fingers deeper into her bottom to keep her in place. She’s not avoiding pleasure. Not anymore.

She’s hot and luscious and I need her. More of her. All of her.

“Dax.” Her voice is hoarse and sexy and desperate. Her fingers are in my hair, clawing at me. “Oh no. I?—”

She comes on my face, her body shuddering around me. She’s a goddess who makes me feel like a fucking god.

And I can’t wait another second to be inside her.

I grab my jeans, pull out the condom from my wallet and rip it open. I can’t get it on fast enough. I must look like a fumbling teenager.

“You okay?” I ask as I grip the root of my cock.

She’s staring at my dick, nodding. “I’ll try not to come so quickly.”

I groan at her words and lean over her, guiding my cock into her, just a little. “Don’t ever worry about coming too quickly.”

Our gazes meet and we stare at each other as I push into her, slowly, deliberately, perfectly.

As I get to the end of her, I let out a guttural groan. She feels so good. This feels so right. It’s like fastening the last button on a shirt or pressing save on your work for the day. It feels utterly important, integral to life.

Not that I’m done. I’m just exactly where I’m meant to be.We’reexactly where we’re meant to be.

I start to move and can’t look away from her as she stares back at me. I see every feeling in her expression: when it’s good, when it’stoogood, and when it feels to her exactly how it feels tome. We’re entirely in sync. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

It’s as if my insides are being tightened with every move and thrust. Everything’s intensifying. Every one of my senses is growing more powerful.

She sweeps her fingers over my face, pressing her thumb over my lips. I have to have more. I dip and kiss her, craving more connection when I already have more than I’ve ever experienced.

Our kisses grow fractured and desperate, punctuated by groans and cries. I feel so raw, like Eira has cracked me open and seen to the very heart of me.

I’m not going to last much longer. “Eira,” I groan. “Eira.”

She doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. She vibrates underneath me. Maybe I’m shaking too. We’re both so connected, I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

A roll of thunder echoes in my ears and I’m so close, so desperately close—and then Eira breaks apart under me just as the thunder claps through our bodies, a low, guttural grumble that envelopes us both.

It feels like I’ve just finished a marathon.

It might be hours later, but Eira’s fingers tracing circles on my skin bring me back to consciousness.

I roll to the side, bringing her with me.

“So,” she says, pressing her palm against my chest.

“So,” I say.

“That was…interesting.”

I can’t read her expression. She’s looking at me like she’s looking for explanations. But I’m out.

“Interestingisn’t how I’d put it.”

“Oh yeah?” she asks. “How exactly would you describe that?”

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