Page 40 of Doctor Enemy

She lets out a sigh and tangles a hand in my hair. “Stop making me say that.”

Between open-mouthed kisses, I tell her, “But it sounds so nice coming from you.”

My hands settle on her hips. I press close to her, so she can feel the way that I’m already getting hard in my jeans.

“I bet I could get you to say all sorts of nice things,” I tell her, mouthing my way up her chest and to her neck.

Lori’s hands slide down, over my shirt, grabbing at the hem of it. She tugs until the fabric comes free from where it’s tucked into my pants. Then her hands are at the front, tugging at the loop of my belt. She can’t get it undone.

“Shit!” Lori shoves at my hips a little. “You’re not going to get me to say anything if this doesn’t come off.”

“You know, considering you hated my guts a week ago, you’re damn impatient now,” I tell her. Not that I blame her. I’m damn impatient, too.

Lori seems to blush at the comment though. The rush of pink goes all the way down, over her sides and her shoulders. “I could just ask you to leave. Would that be better?”

“You don’t want me to leave.” My belt slides free of the loops and hits the floor. My jeans follow a moment after.

Then my socks are pulled free as Lori watches with eager eyes. It’s just her pajama pants and my boxer briefs, then.

My fingers run over her hip bones, and I settle my palms there, finally pulling her away from the wall, guiding her over to the bed instead.

Lori slides off her pajama pants when she gets there, inch by inch. Bare skin and dark, short curls above her clit. My mouth is watering. There’s a very, very noticeable tent in my boxers. As she settles down on the edge of the bed, her eyes drift to my bulging erection.

Suddenly, some of the frantic heat slides out of her expression. Nerves take hold instead.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’ve– I’ve never done this before,” says Lori. For a moment, I think that she means sleeping with someone that she’s not dating, but then she adds, “I’m still a virgin.”

“Shit.” The word slips out of me like a rush of air. Fuck, that’s hot. Like, the kind of hot that burns straight into the marrow. “Seriously?”

Lori squints at me, as though daring me to make fun of her.

A groan slips between my lips though as I lean down to kiss her open mouth, our tongues collide. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

My hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. While she scoots the rest of the way up the bed, my dark gray boxer briefs hit the floor, and then I crawl up onto the mattress with her, pressing my body on top of hers.

Teeth and tongue, to the side of her neck.

Lori says, “Don’t make fun of me,” but tilts her head to the side and bares her throat at the same time.

“I’m not. You’re telling me I’m the first person who gets to fuck you?” An arm braces itself at the side of her face. The other drops down, so I can run two fingers over the length of her slit. She’s wet to the touch.

The first finger slides in easy. Lori isloudin bed. Her mouth hangs open as she sighs, hips jerking up against my hand.

The second finger goes in easy, too. “You ever let someone do this before?”

“Kurt,” she practically whimpers my name.

I pull my fingers away, so only the tips are still in her pussy. Her slick clings to my fingers.

She whines, “No, no, I fucking haven’t. Stop being an ass–ah!”

Her words are cut off when I plunge them both back into her, setting up a steady pace with my hand. My fingers drag over her soft, inner walls and then spread further apart, stretching her open.

“Shit, Kurt—” she whines, moaning. There’s sweat on her skin.

If she was feeling better, I would spend hours edging her, just to keep hearing her say my name. But I don’t want to make her more sore than she already is.

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