Cami realized she’d spiraled down from the glorious heights of release when she felt Doc softly brush his knuckles along the side of her face.
The gentleness of his touch was a sharp contrast to the fevered licking and sucking and stroking he’d been doing only moments before. And maybe such tenderness after such a torrid climax was why her belly instantly tightened.
Or maybe it’s that I know what it’s like to be intimate with someone I actually love. And it changes everything.
“In case no one’s ever told you”—his voice was low and raspy—“you’re absolutely stunning when you cum. You get such a pretty blush here.” Again, he brushed his knuckles along her cheek. “And here.” His fingertips feathered over her chest, lightly stroking when he came to her nipples. “And here.” His hand drifted down the centerline of her body until he cupped her still sensitive womanhood.
She moaned as the ache he’d just assuaged returned with a tiny twinge.
He must’ve felt it. Her eyes were still closed but she heard the grin in his voice when he purred, “And a little insatiable by the feel of it.”
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She had to fight a grin herself.
“Oh, I think webothdeserve a trophy for that one, don’t you?” When he delicately dragged one finger through her damp folds, she clamped her thighs tight around his marauding hand.
Blinking open her eyes, she saw his face close to hers, one eyebrow quirked in question. “What are you doing?” she panted.
“Giving you what you’re asking for,” he answered easily. “Or, more accurately, what yourbodyis asking for.” He pressed his thumb against her still buzzing clit, making her gasp.
“Isn’t it your turn?” she asked dazedly.
A line formed between his eyebrows. “I’ve never liked thinking of sex as quid pro quo. Seems too transactional.”
“So how do you like to think of it?”
“As a sport where everyone’s on the same team. Your pleasure is my pleasure and vice versa.”
Pushing up on one elbow, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and toyed with the hem of his T-shirt. “Well, teammate. Don’t you think we should be wearing the same uniform?”
He chuckled, and the low, warm sound made her nipples furl.
When his glittering eyes homed in on the change, she became intensely aware of her own breasts. The weight of them. The way they swayed gently when she breathed. She was usually self-conscious about them, but the desire in his eyes was so dark and potent she didn’t feel the least bit shy.
All she felt was desirable. Sexy.Bold.
She stopped fiddling with the hem of his shirt and instead popped the button on his shorts. The zipper made a lovely littlescritchingsound when she pulled it down. Then, she jerked her hand back when the two halves of his fly fell open.
His erection poked above the hem of his boxer briefs. His head was as plump as a plum, the skin so taut it was shiny. And it was clear he was a large man. Which, she’d expected given his height. Not to mention she’d gotten some idea of his size when she’d straddled his lap and indulged in a little high school bump and grind. But there was large and then there waslarge.
Doc waslargewith a capital L.
In fact, she was a little intimidated. But more than anything, she was intrigued.Impatient.
The tiny twinge of renewed desire melted into a full-onacheof need. Her sex, so recently satisfied, pulsed with renewed lust.
She wanted that thick column of male flesh inside her. Filling her. Stretching her to her limits.
He rumbled approval at her body’s response and used his thumb to softly strum her clit. The pleasure was so sharp she nearly went cross-eyed. Her toes definitely curled.
As much as she hated to do it, she gently nudged his hand from between her thighs.
“Too sensitive?” He arched an inquisitive eyebrow.
“That”—she nodded—“and it’smyturn.”
When she lightly scraped her nails over his swollen head, his entire length jumped.
“Take me out,” he instructed, already shoving his shorts down his thighs and rolling onto his back. “Touch me.”
