“You already are without even trying.”
“I haven’t even begun.” He slipped off my panties and next went my bra. Then he sat there and just stared. I began to feel a bit self-conscious when he didn’t say anything. Finally, I squirmed because he said, “Don’t be shy. You’re spectacular. You’ve a mouth made for kissing and a body made for love. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your skin is like silk, soft and smooth and don’t get me started on your hair. Dark chocolate to match your eyes. Warm and inviting. You’re ravishing. And you’ve charmed the pants off of me. See?”
I looked at him and giggled. Then his tongue was all over my body, making me writhe. He started at my neck and made his way south, slowly, exquisitely and excruciatingly sexy. I couldn’t hold still as his tongue found areas of my body I had no idea could give me such pleasure. My rib cage, my hip bones. It went on and on. My gasps filled the room repeatedly. When his mouth clamped on to my nipple, I nearly flew off the bed. Good thing those old Charleston homes had thick walls or else the neighbors would’ve been appalled at the noises coming from Pearce’s house.
Pearce stuck to his promise because he made me come twice before he really got down to business. By the time his mouth hit the inside of my thighs, I was jelly. I couldn’t have stood if the house had been on fire. He nibbled and sucked and licked his way up my thigh until he came to that place where my legs joined together. He swirled and flicked his tongue across and around my clit and then slipped it inside of me. He repeated this until I came again, practically screaming his name.
“Not yet, Alexia,” he said as he flipped me on my stomach. He started running his tongue up and down my spine, sucking and nipping at me. Running his hands along my back, he moved down to my ass and started massaging the muscles there. Soon I was beyond relaxed, and he continued the massage up to my shoulders and neck.
His tongue was everywhere. His teeth nipped my ass and then he started biting me … little bites that drove me wild. Then his fingers ran down and slid along to that little crux of sensitivity, rubbing circles on it.
“Please, Pearce. I need you. I need to have you inside of me.”
“I’m here,” he said as he flipped me over and slid into me.
“Ah,” I cried.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just hold still for a minute,” I gasped.
“Better?” he asked after a minute.
I nudged him, saying, “Yes, much better now. In fact, it’s perfect.”
“Don’t I know it.” He started moving again. At first, very slowly, gently. Then he started moving a bit faster.
“Ahh yes.”
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
I did as he asked. His gaze was intensely focused on me. Only me.
“That’s it. Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
“Yes, but how do you want me? Like this?” He swiveled his hips around and pushed himself into me.
“Ahh,” I cried.
“Or like this.” He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in and repeated the movement. “What do you like, Alexia? Tell me so I’ll know. Or is this what you like?” He slipped a hand between us and started to rub that tiny spot. “Don’t close your eyes. You’re going to come, and I want to watch.”
Suddenly everything went out of control. I moaned out his name as I orgasmed. It went on and on. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, rocking back and forth.
“That’s it, babe,” he said as he came. We both breathed like we just finished a marathon.
“Wow. Just wow,” I said after I could finally speak again.
I felt his chest rumble. “I take it you were satisfied.”
“Don’t even try to pretend you couldn’t tell.”
He laughed even harder.
“Is this something they teach in medical school because, Dr. Middleton, you certainly have the magic touch?”
Something shifted in his eyes. The humor disappeared and was replaced by an intense emotion that stirred my passion.