Page 19 of Blind Date with a #Doctor
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she gasps when I reach the hollow of her throat.
“Carter,” she whispers, fingers dragging over my back, my chest.
“We should slow down,” I murmur against her skin.
She tilts her chin up, pulling me back to her lips. “Don’t you dare.”
I chuckle softly. “Yes, ma’am.”
I carry her to my bedroom and we are both messy and desperate. Clothes everywhere. Her laugh in my ear as I fumble with the zipper on her jeans. My pulse pounding so loud I’m half convinced she can hear it.
She’s gorgeous.
The way she looks at me, like she trusts me, like she wants this just as badly, it damn near undoes me. I take my time. I kiss every inch of her.
I learn the sounds she makes when I touch her just right, the way her breath catches when I push her thighs apart and taste her like I’ve been starving for her since the second we met.
Her thighs tighten around my head as I run my tongue up and down her slick pussy lips. When I gently suck her clit into my mouth, she arches beneath me, hands in my hair, back bowed, whispering my name like a secret she’s finally ready to share.
I gently insert two fingers into her wet channel. I need to have her fall apart on my tongue. I curl my fingers to touch that super sensitive wall as I once again pull at her tight bundle of nerves with my mouth.
“Carter…Carter…Carter,” she repeats my name over like a mantra. “Carter!” she screams as she reaches her peak and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever heard.
Slowly I pull my fingers out of her body and as she watches me intently I put both into my mouth and suck off her essence.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Aspen. I could stay between your thighs forever and die a happy man.”
She blushes and it spreads down her breasts. I wrap my lips around her berry-colored nipple and suck it into my mouth.
Again, Aspen moans my name. I want a recording of her saying my name in this way.
I move to her other breast and give it the same attention.
“Carter, I need you,” Aspen says as she pulls my head up to hers. My lips find hers and I let her taste herself. The kiss turns frantic and wild.
Aspen grabs my cock, rubs my pre-come along the tip and down the shaft. It feels so good that I forget my name. Then she lines my dick up against her slit and I slide the head into her warm body.
When I finally press into her, slow and deep, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she exhales this soft, perfect, wrecked sound that feels like mine. We find a rhythm, it’s lazy at first. Exploring each other’s responses. Then faster, harder, like neither of us knows how to stop anymore.
I hold her as close as I can. Like if I let go, even for a second, this whole night might disappear.
I feel her walls tightening around my cock and know that she’s about to orgasm again.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear.
She nods and then screams out as her body finds release. I quickly follow over the edge and it’s never felt so good.
When it’s over, when we’re tangled up in the sheets and her head is on my chest and my heart’s still racing, all I can think about is how badly I want to do it all again.
Later, she’s curled against my chest, my arm wrapped around her like I’m never letting go. The room is quiet. The air is warm.
She sighs softly, fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. I press a kiss to her temple, pulling her closer. Neither of us says anything, because we don’t have to.
Chapter Ten
Aspen
My first thought as I wake is how warm I feel. Not the usual where am I confusion that sometimes comes after sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. Not what time is it? Or how many emails do I have waiting for me?
