I was getting the D! Finally! Only, if he did want me, how come he hadn’t put the moves on me before now? I was a question girl and Anthony had the answers, so I couldn’t stop myself as I stepped out of my booty shorts and down to my black sexy panties I’d worn especially just for the occasion.
“If you want me, then why haven’t you taken me?”
“Less talking, more getting naked,” he growled at me while pulling my top over my head.
“But why?” I shouted.
“Jesus, you’ve always asked too many damn questions.”
I grinned. “You like it.”
“I love it.” He came around behind me and unfastened my bra before moving my body to the bed with his. He placed his hand in the center of my back and pushed me down on the bed until I was bent over, face in the comforter, ass in the air.
His knees hit the floor and I felt his smooth hands at the sides of my underwear, sliding them down and past my legs and off. “How could you think for one second that I don’t want you?”
I felt his hot breath near my ass cheek before the sharp bite of teeth. Fuck. No one had ever bitten my ass before. And, God, I liked it. I wiggled under his ministrations, wanting more.
“I feel like there wasn’t a time in my life that I didn’t want you. I was giving you time. I didn’t know if you were ready, but I’ve been ready. I was ready ten years ago and I know I fucked it all up but, I’m ready now. And I don’t know if I’ve made this clear to you, but you’re the love of my life, so my guess is I’ll never not want you, baby. You understand?”
I groaned into the comforter.
He bit my other ass cheek and chuckled before rubbing his hands over both globes. “Seems like you’re getting it now. Now, up on your knees.” He pushed my legs up and under me until my ass really was up in the air now. Pulling my legs apart, he growled low. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.”
He brushed one finger over my clit lightly and grunted. I thought he’d touch me more there, maybe slide a finger inside, but of course he loved to surprise me. The man was full of fucking surprises, so I shouldn’t have been so shocked when his hands gripped my hips harshly, separating my folds, and pulled me back onto his face where he lashed his tongue against my clit. But I damn sure was.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God,” I moaned while he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before slipping it up to my entrance.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you since that day in the kitchen against the fridge. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and fuck you with my tongue,” he said against my slit. He bit my thigh and I cried out. “But you were too eager. You couldn’t wait, so I let you ride my cock instead. Did that feel good, baby?”
Oh, God, I’d almost forgotten how filthy the man could talk. Doc could go from sweet to dirty in point five seconds in the sack. I was so glad he’d reminded me. His words alone could make a girl come.
“You almost made me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.”
I could feel him stand up behind me as he gripped my ass in his hands. “I’d really like to take you just like this from behind with your ass in my hands, but I think I’d like it even more to see your face when you come.”
And then I was flipped over and onto my back, knees spread with my blond Greek god standing between them. I watched as he pulled at the red tie that for some reason I thought I’d remove with my teeth. I should have known he’d be running the show. He was slow removing his shirt and then belt. His eyes danced down at me like he knew I loved watching him get undressed and he held my gaze as he pushed his pants and underwear down past his heavy erection. Standing up, he reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around the length of his cock, giving it a few tugs that had my face burning hot and my body on fire. Fuck, but he was gorgeous. Even better than I remembered from our younger days. His body was more defined, bigger, and broader, a little hairier. His cock just as exquisite as I remembered it. The years had been fucking amazing to Doc.
He moved closer to the bed between my legs and stared down at my body, his gaze burning across my breasts down to my stomach where my hands seemed to move of their own accord. The stretch marks, the small bit of extra baby weight that I just couldn’t shake; I didn’t want him to see it.
He grabbed them in his own. “No, baby. You don’t cover yourself from me ever. I love every bit of you. Especially this part,” he said, moving my hands aside and touching my belly. “This is where the proof that you carried the other love of my life is. Don’t you dare hide it from me.”
And that was all it took for tears to fill my eyes.
He leaned down and kissed the small slope of my stomach. “Every bit of you is beautiful,” he whispered against the skin there. “But this part, it’s especially gorgeous.”
He kissed the spot below my belly button, above it and to the sides before moving up my body and to my chest with the kind of excruciating slowness that could drive any woman wild, especially one who hadn’t had sex in almost a year.
“Please,” I begged as he licked up the center of my chest like we had all the time in the world.
“You never have to beg, baby. You just tell me what you want and it’s all yours,” he growled out as he drew one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard while pinching the other between his fingers, teasing me mercilessly.
“Oh, God, please. Please.”
He squeezed my breasts together and alternated nipples, biting, sucking, licking, driving me completely wild. He smiled up at me from my chest. “I’ve been dreaming about these for ten long fucking years. Don’t rush me.”
But it didn’t take long for him to become impatient, too. “God, I need to be inside you.” He ground his pelvis against mine. His cock ran up and down the wet length of me as I wiggled beneath him, anxious for him to fill me up.
Kneeling up and away from me, he grabbed his pants from the floor, removing his wallet and then a silver packet.
He rolled the condom on slowly and breathed heavily. I got the impression he was trying to rein himself in as he settled over me. Positioning himself at my entrance, he kissed me slowly, sweetly before pushing in delicately like I was something fragile.
A deep, growly groan slipped past his lips and into the air around us when he was fully seated. He laid his forehead against my chest, breathing deeply before lifting his head and gazing into my eyes.
His elbows planted on either side of my head, he cradled my jaw in that way he always did, his thumbs meeting right in the middle of my chin. “Okay?”
A small blip in my heart, like it skipped a beat because of this man’s pure goodness. I smiled up at him. “I’m okay.” I was better than okay. I was in love with the best man I’d ever known. And he loved me, too. He was the type of man who could love a child who wasn’t genetically his own. He was the type of man who came home after twelve hours of work and never complained about caring for said child. He was the type of man who asked the woman he loved if she was okay while he was making love to her because he never wanted to hurt her. Yeah, I was better than okay. I was wonderful.
His eyes gazing down at me said it all, but it didn’t matter, his lips did, too. “I love you, little bit.”
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes and onto the bedding beneath me. “I know,” I whispered, leaning up to capture his lips with my own. “I love you, too,” I said across them.
And he held my face and kissed me again while he moved inside of me, slowly, leisurely, painstakingly unhurried. I gasped into his mouth and he moaned into mine. I met his every thrust with one of my own. We were heated flesh to heated flesh, sweat slicked skin to sweat slicked skin, thundering heart to thundering heart.
And when I was close, his lips pressed to my ear, his hands still holding my face. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around me. Are you going to come on my cock? You are, aren’t you?”
And just like that his dirty words sent me over the edge and flying apart.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Give me everything. I want it all.” His hands tightened on my face as he picked up speed, thrusting into me harshly. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he grunted above me, his eyes still eating me up.
Three more long hard thrusts inside of me and he stilled above me, dropping his forehead to mine, panting like he’d run a marathon.
He ran his lips along mine before smiling against them. “Should I call Mom and tell her we’re going to be late?”
And then I smiled against his lips. “Absolutely.”