Page 73 of Doctor I Do

She’s pleasuring herself.

It’s only fair I take a peek after what she did to me, and I know how hot it was when she watched me. Walking the steps to her doorway, I’m hit with her sweet chocolate and strawberry scent. It’s so strong and sexy. My mouth waters from the sight in front of me. Her laid out on her bed, her white bed sheets bunched down to the bottom, propped up on pillows, where her blonde hair drapes messily. But the knee-weakening vision is her legs bent, wide open, allowing me to see her pussy. She has a pink toy in her hand and she’s rubbing it in lazy circles. The room is dark except for the lamp on her bedside table.

“Alex,” she says, her voice strangled.

I step closer. Her chest is heaving from her quick breaths. I curl my fingers as I lower my gaze down to the peaks of her nipples. It makes me thirsty to see how rosy they are and beg for a taste. My legs move on their own accord as I step farther into her room. Crossing the boundaries I put on myself.

She’s staring at me with a longing that is making it hard to resist.

“Tahlia…” I say on a ragged breath.

She moans and tips her head back, her eyes rolling as pleasure overtakes her. I’m so hard right now. She’s more turned on now that I’m watching. I swallow the lust that’s rising and step closer again.

Her hand comes out and wraps around mine. My gaze peers down at it. “Please,” she begs, tugging my hand to her. It’s almost like she’s desperate for me.

“What’s wrong with me?” Her eyes flutter open, and they are so bright and beautiful, but the pain of rejection sits heavily in them.

I fucking did that.

I put that pain there.

And I don’t want her to feel rejected, because I want her. Fuck, I’ve wanted her so much, but I’m trying to protect her.

I’m breathing hard and fast now, struggling to get oxygen to my brain to think. But I’m so tired of thinking. I’ve never felt this way about a woman or sex. I’ve never wanted it or thought about it as much as I have with her.

“Absolutely nothing. You’re perfect.”

Her bright green eyes bore into mine. Moving closer to the edge of the bed, I sit on the bed beside her. My hand skims her jaw to tilt her head back, exposing her delicate neck and her heart beating rapidly. I trace my finger along it, admiring her full lips parted, before gripping her head and crashing my lips to hers. She kisses me back ferociously and my tongue skims her lower lip before tangling with hers. Reveling in her taste.

Our lips and tongues move in hard movements. It’s desperate without being frantic. The sound of the vibrator hums in the background, and the buzz can be felt on my lips. Moving my lips away from hers, she lets out a whine. I smirk and move my lips to her neck, laying a kiss there and breathing into her ear.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says with need.

I have to take a deep, centering breath to take this slow and enjoy every piece of her. Keeping my eyes on my hand, I lay my finger on her lips and bring it over her jaw, down her neck, over to her right nipple. Grazing my finger over the stiff buds, her breath catches, and I flick my gaze to hers to find her watching me. I pinch the nipple lightly, and she arches into my hand. I do it again, but harder, and she moans and arches again. Leaning down, I capture a nipple in my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue over it again and again. Popping off, I bring my mouth to her lips. Her eyes open slowly, revealing heavy lust. I lay a kiss on her lips.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you?”

“No.” Her voice wobbles.

“A fucking lot, Tahlia. But nothing can compare seeing it in real life. No fantasy in my head could prepare me for the way you look. Look at my hand. See how your flushed skin looks with me touching you. You’re so beautiful.”

My hand skims her stomach, admiring the touch of her silky soft skin, and when I reach the top of her mound, I pause at where her hand has the toy. Her heavy breaths sound in my ear, increasing with despair. She rocks her hips as if she wants my fingers on her clit, and straight into her pussy, so when I move them, her thighs try to close.

“Keep them open,” I say, pushing her thigh open, and then taking the stimulator from her hand. Her hand grips the bedsheets as I lower the toy to her swollen clit. Peering briefly up at her face, I find her eyes are heavy lidded and trying to close.

“Watch me touch you,” I say gruffly, putting the toy aside. The blood rushes to my cock as soon as my fingers touch her wet pussy. Rubbing her clit in lazy but hard circles, then down to the opening and back up. Her back arches with every stroke, legs shaking, and I love how wet she is. What a sight to come home to.

I slip two fingers in slowly, and the sound of my name erupting from her lips is extraordinary. I move my fingers in and out and she trembles with the need to come. She drops the vibrator from her clit.

“Does this feel good?” I ask, as her hips rock, trying to chase an orgasm.

“Yes,” she chokes out. Her hands reach out to clutch my neck and shoulders.

She rides my hand faster, and I pump harder, matching her rides with a pump.

“Good. Because feeling how wet you are and how tight you are is making me fucking crazy.”

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