Page 17 of There Is Also a Dog
“Tell me why, Jillian.”
“Because I couldn’t wear them anymore after I was thinking about you in here. Touching myself. They were soaked…Doctor Conrad.”
God damn.
God. Damn.
“You still hate Christmas?” I ask between licking and sucking and biting her neck, because I really need to know. I can’t end up with some Grinch no matter how hot and tech-competent she is. No matter how much she loves my dog and how good her hair smells and how smooth and perky and round her tits and ass are.
“Less than I did an hour ago.”
“Good.” I slide my hand down her stomach and into her panties. “Jesus.” These are soaked too. I slip two fingers inside her. So slick with her arousal. “How are you this wet?”
“I don’t know. Been this way ever since we started texting.” Her voice is breathy, her tone is confused and girlish, and I am consumed with the need to make her feel better than any man has ever made her feel. “It’s not usually like this,” she marvels.
“You’re only this wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“Do I seem like the kind of woman who gives porny compliments?”
“You seem like the kind of woman who’s about to get some porny lip service.” I maneuver her to the side of the bed, grab the strap of her mesh thong with both hands and rip that fucker apart, tossing it away.
She gasps, but before she has time to protest, I push her down to the mattress, drop to my knees, yank her toward me and bury my face between her legs. One lap and she shudders. One warm breath on her clit and she whimpers. One quick suck on that slippery pearl and she cries out. I can’t resist glancing up at her beautiful, full tits from this vantage point. She is writhing around, nipples pointing at the ceiling, back arched. She reaches for my hair, grasping and tugging.
I plant kisses along the insides of her upper thigh, driving her wild with anticipation before getting back up in there.
I fuck her with my tongue relentlessly. Digging my nails into the smooth flesh of her ass. Moaning because her pleasure is my reward.
She tastes like vanilla and lusty dancing sugar plums, and I am mad with desire to feel the warm, slippery wetness of her around my cock.
An awkward sexy parade of “Oh my God! Fuck! Yes! Mitchell! Shit! No, no, no, no, no, it’s too much, it’s too much! No! Don’t stop, don’t stop! Oh God oh God oh God!” Anguished groans and sharp gasps escape her, and I am ruined for all other sounds.
She jerks around, bucking against my face. If she was at all self-conscious before, she is an unbridled, screaming sex bomb now. I keep going until she’s done screaming. Until she’s squeezed her thighs around the sides of my head and bolted upright and then collapsed back down and shuddered and gone limp from the good work of my tongue and fingers.
I kiss my way up her torso, pausing to suck on her nipples and lick up her neck.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring down at her. Her hair is a glorious mess, she can barely open her eyes, and I’m so turned on I could come like a rocket just from touching the head of my cock to her entrance.
I am ten times smarter now than I was an hour ago when I thought it was a good idea to take things slow just because I like this woman. What an idiot that guy was. This right here is exactly what the eye doctor ordered.
And okay, I just happened to bring a few condoms in my pocket because I’m a responsible idiot doctor who is always prepared for hot sex emergencies.
She manages to sit up and help me sheath myself and then reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. It’s sweet and innocent. Then she grins at me as she turns away, kneels on the mattress, and gets on all fours.
It’s when she glances over her shoulder at me that I know our first time is going to be hard and fast and dirty and that I will make it up to her over and over again until she has to return to Manhattan.
I take hold of her waist and pull her to me so I can remain standing. Notch myself at her entrance. She pushes back into me, ever so slightly. It’s a tight fit, but her pussy is so ready for me there is no resistance. We both exhale as I press myself into her, slowly to prepare her. And then I lose all pretense of being able to control or wait or tease. I grip those round hips and ram into her. Furious that I have never felt anything as good as this before and desperate to keep feeling it for as long as possible. Her staccato bursts of song echo around the room, and I am blind with lust for this woman.
I need to hear her call out my name again before I come. I’m grunting so loud I’m probably scaring the bears a mile away, but I am the wildest animal in these woods right now. I am the man who kissed away Jillian Perry’s tears and then fucked her with my tongue and then fucked her the way no other man has ever fucked her and made her love Christmas.
I hear my name three times.
I am the king of this hill because I somehow manage to keep going. We are both panting. I reach for her hair and twist it around my hand, giving it a little tug. She gasps and squeezes tighter around my cock just like I knew she would. I drag my fingernails down her back and slap her ass, and she gasps again and squeezes tight around me again. That’s when I pass the point of no return.
I slam into her, freeze up and release every last hot drop of my manhood into the condom, inside her.
