I moan softly before I can stop myself.
His hands are everywhere. My sides, my back, my hips. Learning me like he needs to memorize every inch. My fingers fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body responding without permission.
The air between us feels alive. Like a live wire.
He kisses down my jaw, along my neck, lingering where my pulse jumps beneath his lips. A quiet sound escapes me, something I don’t recognize as my own.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible.
That’s all it takes.
Clothes start to come off. Slow at first, like we’re savoring it. He pulls my sweater over my head, his gaze dark and appreciative as it falls away. I tug his shirt free, my hands gliding over his warm, inked, muscular skin making my breath catch.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “What are you doing to me, Doc?”
The same thing you’re doing to me.
No one has ever made me feel like this. So wanted. So seen. Like every part of me is exactly where it belongs.
Next go my jeans, followed by his. His hard cock pressing against the fabic of his boxers is a powerful feelings. Knowing that I am the reason he is that turned on is something I can’t describe.
His voice drops, low and commanding. “Get on the bed.”
The way he says it sends heat racing straight through me.
I do exactly what he says, heart hammering as he follows, his weight pressing me down, his hands and mouth leaving nospace untouched for long. Every kiss is slower now. Deeper, intentional.
He unclaps my bra, and my heavy breasts fall free. We both let out a soft moan. Before I can process anything, his mouth is on them. He sucks, licks, and nips at my breasts, while I begin to come undone beneath him. I lift my hips, pressing my wet pussy against this rock-hard cock. The thin material we both have on feels like a barrier that needs to be torn down.
He doesn’t disappoint as he kisses his way down my body, looking up at me before he settles between my legs. I nod, giving permission he never asks out loud.
His fingers slide into my panties, and he slides them down, exposing me completely to him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, letting his eyes drag all over my body.
Insecurity hits, and I try to push my legs together, but he stops me immediately.
“Amelia, don’t. I want to see every part of you. I want to feel, touch, and taste every inch of your incredibly sexy body. Don’t try to hide from me. I’ve been more vulnerable with you than anyone. Be vulnerable with me.”
The want I see in his eyes is overshadowed by softness. A tenderness I have to believe he doesn’t let most see.
My legs fall open, and his fingers sink into my hips as he kisses my inner thighs. “Good girl.”
His mouth connects with my pussy hard and fast. He’s licking, kissing, and nipping like a fucking professional. Hitting every spot that has me seeing stars. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this. This is want and need in its purest form.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed. “Oh God,” I moan out.
It’s as if my words flip a switch because his hold tightens and his tongue lashes out against me at a speed I didn’t think was possible. I can feel myself starting to fall, and every part of me wants to fight it. To stay in this moment, but it’s impossible. It’s been so long since anyone was able to make me feel like this.
This wanted.
This turned on.
This sexy.
My body begins to shake, and I grab onto his shoulders, sinking my nails into his skin. “Fuck, Wilder, I’m so close.”
His tongue connects with my clit as his warm mouth covers my pussy, and I lose it.
