“So fucking wet for me,” he rasps.
He slides his cock over my clit, rubbing back and forth. Every pass makes my hips jerk, leaving me panting hard and barely able to think straight.
“Please,” I cry out. “I need your cock inside me, right now.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me beg. Lining up with my entrance, he pushes in to the hilt. My back arches off the bed, a needy whimper escaping as my walls pulse around his dick. I can feel every vein, every subtle throb as he fills me whole. And it makes me wonder why I’ve never gone bareback before.
Until now, sex has been in black and white, and suddenly, everything is exploding in high-definition color.
There’s no question this man is going to absolutely wreck me, and I’ll gladly let him.
He stills for a second, letting me adjust to his size, and leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss.
“You feel incredible,” he says, his voice gravelly.
I roll my hips against him, nipping his lip. “Don’t hold back, big guy. I want to feel every inch of you.”
“You asked for it, hellcat,” he drawls, confusing me when he pulls out. “Get on your hands and knees.”
My eyes grow wide as I scramble to get in position. Heath grabs two pillows and puts them under my stomach, propping me up so my ass is in the air. The thoughtful gesture catches me off guard, but I don’t have time to dwell on it before he winds his arms around my waist and slides into me from behind.
From this angle, he can sink in much deeper, and every thrust sends shock waves rippling through me. One of his hands movesto my front, palming my breast while the other finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles in perfect sync with his powerful strokes.
He drops his head against my shoulder as he drives into me harder. I shudder beneath him, a broken moan falling from my lips as I come hard, my walls clenching around his cock in pulsing waves. His fingers keep rubbing my clit, and soon, he’s cursing against my neck as he follows me over the edge.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans against the shell of my ear.
I tilt my head back to look at him, eyes half lidded. “Sogood. Although that was only number three in case you lost count.”
Heath shakes his head, chuckling softly. “Always so impatient.”
There’s no way either of us is ready for another round yet, but with him still half erect inside me, I doubt it’ll take much to get us going again.
As much as I hate to admit it, there’s something magnetic about him holding me possessively and the steady beat of his heart against my back, making me never want to move from his bed.
“Had to be sure your memory was still sharp enough to remember something that important, what with you being so much older than me and all,” I tease.
I let out a surprised yelp as he flips me onto my back, stretching my arms above my head. “I’m only nine years older, not ninety, brat.”
I let out a bubble of laughter. “Tomato, tomahto.”
He bends down, kissing the edge of my mouth. “You’re going to pay for that.”
My tongue darts out, grazing over his upper lip. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Something tells me we won’t be getting a wink of sleep tonight, and I have zero complaints.
Hold The Phone
3 Months Later
Dr. Hansen steps into the room, his usual stoic expression firmly in place.
“Morning, Charlie.” He takes a seat on the stool beside me, tablet in hand. “How are you?”
“Good, thanks.”
“And your grandmother? She hasn’t been with you during your last few visits.”