Page 17 of Doctor Clause
Thighs rubbed together. The bottom part of her still had the lace panties to take full advantage of, moving back and forth, pressing against the material.
“Yes!” she screamed, body stiffening, before releasing a tidal wave, leaving her dripping wet. This one was even more intense than the one brought about by masturbation.
“Careful,” he said, catching her just as wobbly knees buckled. “Let’s take this in the other room.” He chuckled softly. “You may need to lie down for the next part.”
“Next part?” she huffed, still breathless. “There’s more?”
“Much.” He fired off a playful wink. “We are only just beginning.”
Love-making sessions that lasted for hours were tall tales made up by men lacking confidence, at least that was what she always believed. Even in his arms, heading for the bedroom,it was hard to imagine. Her body was on a full stimulation overload. Even the slightest graze was too much to handle.
“Don’t worry,” he said, nodding to her breasts as if reading her mind. “I won’t be touching them for a while.”
Her body bounced on the mattress. He slowly crawled over her, shirtless, pants unzipped to release the pressure. A pink tongue traced around her belly button before heading farther down. “Are you okay? Tell me how you feel.”
“I-I-I,” her voice stuttered, trembling. “I want more.” Instantly, her body was eager for his touch again, wanting that second coming.
The tip of his tongue lapped up the juices on the side of her thighs before gently tracing around her other lips, as if preparing for a long kiss.
“Ah!” she panted. “Ooo. Mmm.” Her body wiggled against the motions of his tongue, excitement steadily building. Then it darted inside, moving in and out a few times before settling on playing with her sensitive nub.
This wave took less time to peak than the previous one had. The lashing of a relentless tongue kept the momentum going until her limbs trembled from the power of her convulsions.
He sat back on his heels, towering over her. “See, you can do it.”
Rip!
A condom?
He was masterful in the way it glided over his shaft. That part was undeniable. Sex wasn’t exactly on her mind though. Sleep was.
“You don’t want to?”
A different sort of wave rushed over her—guilt. He’d done nothing but pleasure her all evening, despite this encounter being about his fantasies.
“Can I?” she asked. “Won’t I be dry after all that?”
He shook his head. “You’ve only had two orgasms this evening.”
“How many do you expect me to have?” she asked.
“Women can have upward of twenty in a single encounter,” he said.
“Twenty?!” she exclaimed. “I thought we were starting slow.”
“We are,” he chuckled, slowly crawling back across her. “I thought we’d aim for four.” His mouth swallowed her words before they formed. By the time they came up for air, she’d forgotten what they were. “Are you going to make me beg?”
Instinctively, her legs circled around his waist, drawing him near and leaving his penis poised to enter her. The heat was already building again, albeit touching overstimulated erogenous zones wasn’t fuelling the fire. This was a different type of stimulation born from the desire to please.
The tip sat at her entrance, not moving. The sheer restless feeling created a new form of longing, pushing all the right buttons. Her ass wiggled underneath him, but he kept the same distance between them.
“What?” he asked, smirking.
“Stop teasing me,” she whispered back.
“But teasing is what makes this part fun,” he replied, lining her neck with a necklace of delicate kisses. “The more I wait, the more you want it.”
“I already want it,” she said, chest heaving up and down from breathlessness.