Page 78 of Doctor I Do

Alex

I’ve never wanted to be buried deep inside of a woman as much as I do right now.

I want to be surrounded by her and totally consumed until we come and pass out.

Staring into her eyes, I see nerves, shock, and excitement. And I can’t help but give her a kiss. My mouth moves with hers, and her tongue skims along the seam of my lips. I tangle my tongue with hers, both of us tasting like the other and now mixing as one. This feels so surreal, and I kiss her harder. My hand is dusting her hip, and I grip it. Pulling her leg up to wrap it over my hip, she understands and follows with ease.

I run my hand up her thigh and over her ass, squeezing her full cheek in my hand. Loving how soft her skin feels, I move my hand to her pussy then give it a slap. It’s gentle, and when she whimpers, I do it again, but harder. She tips her head back and moans.

Her hands grab the sheets, her pebbled nipples pointing up at the ceiling, and her mouth parted. She looks heavenly.

“Your body is incredible. So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough.”

I slap her pussy again, and a louder whimper leaves her mouth this time.

“You love it when I do that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

Totally lost in the euphoria of pre-sex.

She’s so fucking responsive to me, but my body is the same. My dick is so fucking hard, it hurts. Her face, her body, her taste, it’s all fucking perfect. I can’t get enough.

I reach out and graze my thumb over her puckered nipple. Her eyelids open, and she stares back at me hungrily. She fucking wants me just as much as I want her. She’s never been as bold as she has tonight.

I slap her pussy one last time before I bend forward and bring my lips to her ear. Her hands snake over my arms, caressing my muscles before gripping onto my shoulders and digging her nails into my back.

“Fuck, your nails.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she mumbles, releasing her fingers.

“Don’t be. I want you to mark me. It would be an honor to wear scratches from you.”

“Oh…” Her voice wobbles with uncertainty.

But her nails dig in again and run down my back.

“Yeah,” I murmur.

“Is this your thing?” she breathes out curiously.

“No. It’s a you thing.”

She bites her lip like she does when she’s shy, and her voice is barely above a whisper. “Oh.”

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

Her gaze looks around before meeting mine. “I wanted to ride you.”

I smirk, loving that confession. “Is this your thing?”

Her hands come to link behind my head, bringing my lips to hers so she can kiss them. “I don’t know what my thing is. I haven’t been with a guy in a long time and there wasn’t much besides the basics.”

Shit.

How the fuck can I say no to that? I want her to use my body to explore kinks. I’d do it proudly. Any position, in any way, I’ll pleasure her repeatedly until she’s seeing stars. Figuring out what she likes will be fun.

“Fuck, who are you?” I say with a crooked smile.

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