Page 43 of A Doctor for Daisy

“I think so. Are you?”

“Yeah. I need to take care of the condom.”

Which meant she had to move and she didn’t want to.

She rolled over though and flopped on his bed. He pulled out of her as he rolled with her and then stood up.

She watched as he walked into his bathroom and then checked out his bedroom.

It was nice. A light blue in color, the bedspread not white now that she was turning her head to look around. It was a dark gray and solid in color.

There was some artwork on the walls. She could see hardwood but didn’t remember it on her feet and just assumed there was a throw rug under the bed.

She was going to sit up and go in the bathroom, when he came out and all but dove on the bed on top of her, his mouth going to hers.

After a minute of making out, their hips lifting up and back into each other again, she said, “That was nice.” He started to move down her body though. “What are you doing?”

“Number three,” he said. “Got to get you there first.”

“Huh?” she asked. His mouth was on her nipples. Just one nipple. As good as he was he couldn’t do two at a time, but his hand was on the other doing something marvelous that she had no idea of because her eyes were shut and she was just enjoying the feelings in her body.

“Three times,” he said. “Three rides. You’ve had two. It’s my turn to get two rides.”

“That’s not three,” she said.

“Technicality,” he said. “Stop talking, Daisy. I’m busy.”

“Okay,” she said, sighing. She couldn’t talk anyway because he’d moved down her body, spread her legs apart and started to kiss her inner thighs.

He was being so gentle right now and she didn’t want him to. Not after what they’d just experienced.

She put her hands on his hair and gave him a little shove to let him know what she wanted. It was the only thing she could do since he’d told her no talking.

He laughed like he knew what she was doing, but he did move his mouth because she felt his tongue licking her. Stabbing at her. Then she felt what seemed like a little nibble.

“Jesus.”

“You like to pray,” he said. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I’m not,” she said. “The words are coming out of my mouth without thought.”

He laughed again, and then all but dove in between her legs.

To stop herself from talking she ended up squealing.

He was sucking on her swollen bud, then she felt tightness as he must have put two fingers in her.

He was pumping in and out and she was so freaking close and didn’t want to finish that way.

It was as if he knew what was happening and moved back, got another condom out, covered himself and plunged right in her.

Their hips were moving just as fast as they had before only their roles were reversed.

It didn’t seem to matter, as their bodies were so in sync with each other.

She lifted her legs up and put them around his hips, his hands went under her ass and held her there as he pounded into her so hard and fast she had no choice at this point but to just take it.

Every luscious movement.

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