Page 24 of After All

“Can you tell me how? Will you tell me how?” he asks, peppering kisses across my face.

“How?”

“My mouth?” He kisses the corner of my lips.

“My fingers?” He drags them through my arousal.

“My cock?” He ruts against my thigh.

“How do you want me to make this pussy come?”

My eyes flare at his word choice. I read the novels, I watch the Netflix series, I hear the talk around the hospital — clinicians can be filthy-talking creatures. But I’ve never said anything like that. I’m a clinician who always reverts to the correct anatomical terms, but I immediately have a burning desire to use every single euphemism for a vagina and penis I’ve ever heard. I don’t know if I will or can, but I want to try.

“Surprise me,” I whisper, buying myself just a bit more time.

Chapter 18

Carter

My laugh is borderline sinister as I sink to the hilt of the finger I’ve been using to drive her higher and higher into her arousal, but my tune changes in a split second.

“Fucking A, this pussy is gonna strangle me, isn’t it?”

She gasps, and she seems to hold her breath at my words.

Did I offend her? I heard her use a few swear words tonight, but nothing too out of the mainstream lexicon of profanity. I’ve apparently rendered her mute.

So, I just keep going.

“So wet. And hot. Damn, woman, you’re gonna kill me.”

Her voice is a little strangled when she finally finds it and manages to eke out a sarcastic, “Don’t worry. I’m a doctor.”

I smile as I slowly work my finger in and out of the softest, warmest pussy I’ve ever touched. Over and over, I thrust slowly and gently until I feel her orgasm start to build in earnest.

“I’ve had a finger inside me before in a sexual setting, but it felt so sterile and almost…weird. Your finger inside of me is anything but.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, I’d really rather you not talk about other men while you’re naked in my bed.”

She swallows visibly, and a quick nod of her head is her only response until she moans as I push the pad of my finger into her g-spot.

“That feels so good,” she murmurs, her voice nearly drunk with lust.

I sink to my knees and say, “Good. Now we’re ready for the next thing.”

Kissing one hipbone and working my way across her pelvis to the other, I linger on the area just above her pubic bone. Nibbling and licking and sucking skin into my mouth, she writhes underneath me, her hands buried in all that gorgeous fucking hair. She moans in a way that makes me feel like I’m coming out of my skin. The noises alone are nearly enough to have me making a fool of myself.

I don’t know if I can survive this.

I don’t know if I want to.

Chapter 19

Amelie

Finally, when I think he’ll never get there, he presses a closed-mouth kiss to the one part of me I need him most.

Oh, good grief, Amelie. If you can’t say the words, at least think them.

---