Page 78 of Doc Showmance
Unashamed, I slowly undid my belt and pulled off my pants so she had a less obstructed view. “Guess what happens when you turn me on?”
“You want me to take care of that for you?”
“Or you can watch as I do.” I reached down into my briefs to grip my dick hard, allowing myself to grow as I stared at her, as my eyes wandered over her in that incredible dress Nabi created, but staring the most at her breasts. I lifted both hands into the air. “If you want it all, lose the dress. But slowly.”
With a smile she stood, her gaze intense and stormy, locked with mine. With a turn, she presented her back to me. “Can you help with the zipper?”
I unzipped her, my eyes glued to the ink down her spine. With a single finger I traced the dragon as it wove between the vertebrae.
She stepped forward, keeping her back to me. A lift of the spaghetti straps sent the flimsy silky fabric to the floor, leaving her in a strapless bra and panties.
“I wouldn’t say that qualifies as slowly.” I gulped and struggled to keep control. To not grab her and fuck her senseless. That was animalistic, and I wanted to savor this even if there wasn’t anything civilized about the need consuming my mind. I leaned in to kiss my way down the indent of her spine. I unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor.
She half turned to gauge my reaction. Her high breasts with those peaked pink nipples, now bared, taunted me.
She stepped away to remove her panties and bent at the waist to collect her clothes, giving me a clear view of the round globes of her ass and the slit between them I knew tasted of heaven.
My mouth went dry.I can’t do this slow.
I tugged at the hem off my briefs and found my hands trembling as I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt to pull it over my head. I took her arm to turn her to face me. She perused my body, heat ticking up in her cheeks. “I hate you for being so fucking perfect.”
“You don’t hate me.” While sifting my hands through her hair, I dusted kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I spanned her waist, my hands tightening on her and lifting her.
She cocked her head. A deep, rich chuckle emerged. The excitement in her eyes drew me over the line of restraint. “You’re taking up my wall challenge?”
“I am.” My lips met hers as I kissed her deep and lifted her, carried her until her back pressed against the wall, easily balancing her on my thigh. I teased her with my fingers between her legs, testing and then mimicking the motion of our tongues with my fingers. Deep and shallow.
“That’s amazing,” she rasped out between kisses. “But I’m so close. I want to come with you inside me.”
“I want to see you come first. Then you’ll come again that way.”
“I’ve never… That’s not possible. I’m only a come once kind of girl.”
“Are you?” I challenged. “Maybe you haven’t been with the right person.” I found her lips again while I resumed movement with my fingers. I whispered, “Come for me. I promise to get you here again.”
Her breathing became hitched as she wriggled against my fingers, driving me deeper.
“Ian,” she moaned as her hands gripped deep into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Her body tensed, and she released a cry. Her response was as wild as my passion for her.
When her body stilled, I carried her to gently lay her on the bed.
I rested my forehead against hers.
“That was… There aren’t words. Someday I’ll get the full wall experience but right now, can you show me it’s possible to feel that again?”
“Condom. Hold on.”
“I’m on birth control.”
“I can’t. This is a rule I won’t break, not even for you.” I bent to retrieve my wallet from my pants. Once covered, I returned to her.
I crawled into bed to lie beside her, watching her face as I took one pretty pink nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and biting. Not hard enough to hurt her. I could never hurt her. I wasn’t capable of that. I followed the circle of her areola to kiss and apply love bites to both nipples until her hips bucked and she moaned.
She was gasping and panting, her gaze languid and pleading. “I need you. Please.”
I positioned myself between her thighs. “Look at me.”
