Page 5 of Doctor Mile High
“So do you,” I tell him.
He untucks the shirt, shrugging it off to show a beautiful body. The man is gorgeous, from his silver chest hair to the defined abs. Winston doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he removes his belt. In hard jerks, he bends the black leather, then yanks it from the belt loops. He tosses it on a lounge chair along with his shirt, and I’m treading water, waiting patiently for him to join me.
I love the show.
The thought of waking up tomorrow knowing my time with Winston is over saddens me more than it should. I don’t know this stranger, but what I do know is that I’ve had more fun with him in the last few hours than I have in a very long time.
He unbuttons his pants and lowers his zipper, somehow making the movements of undressing seem sophisticated. He stands there in tight briefs that hug his thighs. They hang low on his hips to showcase the V he clearly works hard for, and they leavenothingto the imagination.
I dip my head in the water, needing to cool the heat flushing my cheeks. When I come up for air, he isn’t standing by the pool anymore. He’s gone.
“Winston?” I spin around, wondering where he could have gone.
“Looking for me?” He wraps his arms around me from behind.
I sink into his embrace, staring up at the moon that has revealed itself at last. “Thought you left me here all alone.”
He twirls me around, wrapping my legs around his waist, and his hands clutch my ass. “You must be out of your mind if you think I’d ever leave the best thing that has happened to me on this trip.”
I place my arms on his shoulders, crossing my wrists behind his head, and stare into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. “I want to remember every detail of you.” I trace his jaw with my finger, then his cheek bones, his nose, and the perfect curvature of his mouth.
We stare at each other in silence as he carries me around the pool, taking each other in as if it’s our last night on Earth.
“I wish I’d met you a week ago,” he admits, kissing the edge of my collarbone. “It would have meant more time with the fleeting happiness you make me feel.”
I run my fingers through his thick head of silver hair, and I’m reminded that I don’t even know his age. But I don’t want to know. The less I know about him the better, because he’s the type of man I could see myself falling for. If I’d met him a week ago, leaving him tomorrow would be harder than it’s already going to be.
“Let’s enjoy the momentary happiness, then.” I cup his face, lowering my lips to his once more.
When our mouths meet, all feels right in the world. Life isn’t hard or stressful. I’m not confused about what I need to do or who I need to be.
All I am is in this moment.
All I am belongs to this man in front of me.
He presses me against the side of the pool, pulling my soaked dress free. It lands with a hard plop on the concrete, and I’m left in nothing but my lacey black underwear.
Winston leans away, eyes heated as he takes me in. “Fucking knew you’d be perfect,” he mumbles under his breath before diving to capture my lips again.
One of his hands palms the back of my head while the other engulfs my right breast, kneading and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I whimper down his throat. My nipples have always been sensitive, and no man has ever played with them like this.
Winston smiles against my mouth, tugging the tight bead harder, and my cry is loud, alerting everyone and everything around us.
“I bet I could make you come like this, couldn’t I?” He frees his hand from my hair to drag it to the left side, pinching my nipple in tandem with the right. He twists them, gently plucking and tugging until I’m squirming, rocking myself on his hard, thick cock.
“Winston,” I moan, tossing my head back.
“Mmm, I do love how you say my name when you need me, Dove.” He pulls harder, almost to the point of pain, and I grip his shoulders for leverage. With a knowing smirk, he bends down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.
My mouth parts as I stare up at the night sky, the stars twinkling by the billions.
God, he’s right. I might just orgasm from the nipple play. I knew I was sensitive, but I didn’t know I wasthissensitive.
“Please,” I beg of him. “Please, touch me. I’m so close. I need more, Winston. Give me more.” My body is on fire. My clit throbs with the need for attention. Desire is heavy in my bones, keeping me weighed down when all I want to do is let go and fly.
That massive hand wraps around my throat, giving it a soft squeeze to keep me in place.
“I know what to give you. Be a good girl and trust me to take you where you want to go.” He stops me from rocking across his cock, leaving me restless as I chase my orgasm.
