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I’ve got my head thrown back when he reaches my collarbone with his mouth, tongue running along the hollow of it before moving lower to my chest proper. My nipples go hard in an instant, clearly visible against the thin t-shirt fabric, and Hugh notices. I’m only keeping my balance with my arms around his neck, and I can’t lean back far enough for his taste, so he lifts me with his hands around my waist without warning. I yelp, surprised, but before I can process what’s happening he’s sat me on the marble countertop, and I’m steady.
Pleased, Hugh smirks, stepping back a few steps so he can get a good look at me. Reluctantly, I release him from the cage of my legs, but then it occurs to me that I’m still not wearing any panties, and I’m suddenly bare to him with my legs spread. I go to snap my knees together, embarrassed, but he growls and grabs each one of them in his huge hands, rasping, “No. Don’t hide. I want to see you.”
The good doctor doesn’t rush but looks me over for at least two entire minutes until I’m shifting on the counter under his gaze. Finally, he lets out a low, dark laugh, “God, you are so unbelievably fucking sexy wearing my shirt, robe, and nothing else. Like you’re all mine.”
I am. I’m yours. I think frantically, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I want fewer of these minutes apart because they’re leaving me room to think. And I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.
The logical part of my brain snarks, You don’t want to think about your ex’s dad looking at your naked pussy? I wonder why?
I push the thought far away, but it leaves a crack in my resolve. If he doesn’t hurry up and touch me again…
I shouldn’t have even worried. Hugh surges forward to claim my mouth in a kiss again that’s almost punishing in its intensity. All of those opposing thoughts wink out of existence and need takes their place. I’ve got my hands in his hair, my back arched to press my chest against him, but when I try to lock my legs around Hugh again, I find that he’s still holding my knees.
It makes my stomach drop and warmth boil up inside of me. Why won’t he let me go? I want to feel all of his body against all of mine. Then, an idea so salacious creeps in—he’s keeping me open for him because he wants a closer look.
Maybe even…a taste?
My own carnal thoughts have me moaning into his mouth, which makes Hugh nip my bottom lip before beginning his descent down my body with his mouth once more. He moves quicker this time, and before I know it, his mouth is closing over one of my shirt-covered nipples, hot and wet even through the fabric. I gasp, goosebumps blooming on my skin like a million little flowers. Hugh adds teeth, but only gently, and the heat in my belly begins to morph into something much more demanding.
“Lift your shirt for me,” he demands, and I obey. “Good girl,” Hugh praises, and I only have a moment to feel the cool kitchen air on my exposed belly and breasts before he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, nothing between my flesh and his tongue this time.
Oh. My. God. I’m going to lose my mind, it feels so good, whipping pleasure up in me like a storm. I feel his tongue and teeth on my nipples as he moves from one to the other, still holding my knees open, but the sensations are building in my core instead. Wetness flows the more he sucks and nipples, and my moans fill the high-ceilinged room.
When he starts to move away from my chest, lips tracing a line down my fluttering stomach, I instinctively know where he’s headed. I should stop him.
But I don’t.
I should tell him I’m a virgin before we get too far into this, but I don’t want us to lose the momentum. The idea that he might put his mouth there is so hot and tempting that I can’t bring myself to ruin it.
So, we exchange no words, just sounds and touches, as Hugh’s mouth reaches my inner thighs and kisses an unstoppable path to the junction of them. I’m soaking at this point, shirt halfway fallen as I brace myself with my hands behind me, and I’m breathing like I’ve run a marathon. I can’t believe this is about to happen!
Finally, finally, he kisses the seam of my pussy lips softly, almost reverently. Like he’s kissing my mouth. Slowly, he adds his tongue to the mixture, parting me with slow laps. I feel like I’m liquid, no longer solid, watching his dark head between my legs and feeling the first touch of his tongue inside of me.
Hugh still holds my knees wide open, and I can’t move, just sit there and be open for him. He flattens his tongue and licks me from my entrance to my clit and back again, over and over. Each time he hits my clit, I jerk, the pleasure of it a snap of sensation I’m still not prepared for. The heat that has been building low in my stomach tightens and spreads, creeping into my legs and up my chest until I feel like I’m owned by it. Soon enough, I know it will explode, and I’m not prepared for it. But I can’t think, can’t protest. Only feel.
When Hugh stops his exploration of my pussy and finally concentrates on my clit, my back arches and my legs start to shake. He makes circles around it with his tongue, interwoven with slow, wet kisses, and then back to circling. It’s maddening, amazing, and is leading me towards a peak that is totally new.
I can feel my legs shaking, one of my hands snaking forward and burying in his hair, needing some sort of connection so badly. Now he starts to suck at my clit, his right hand drifting from my knee and towards my pussy, fingers circling my entrance as he gives me the most intense sensations of my entire life. I’m so lost in the orgasm that’s rapidly approaching that I barely notice as he starts to slip the first finger inside me, but as soon as he’s less than an inch in, my body clenches hard around the intrusion. Hugh doesn’t stop but eases up on the sucking, which makes me want to cry. God, I’m so close!
But he’s determined to have his finger in me and works it in slowly. He adds a second, which has me panting from the brand-new feelings, but the thickness of his digits is almost intimidating. I don’t realize until too late that my body is going to tell him what my words haven’t been able to yet—that I’m a virgin.
He hits the barrier inside me and pauses, looking up from between my legs with those brilliant eyes, lips wet from my juices. “Sweetheart…I had no idea.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, still shaking. “Please, it doesn’t matter, I’m so close.”
Hugh thinks for a second, but then a wicked look comes into his eyes. Wicked and triumphant. “I’m going to make sure you come, Haley, but I’m also going to get you ready for when you give yourself to me fully.”
“What–?” I barely have time to ask before he pushes through my barrier with his two fingers at the same time he latches onto my clit again with his lips. My mouth falls open at the quick shock of pain, body tensing, but the pleasure from his tongue is so overpowering that the pain can’t last but a single breath.
I don’t have time to think about what his words mean or the fact that he’s clearly planning on fucking me for real in the near future. Every ounce of concentration zeroes in on his mouth sucking at my clit and his fingers slowly pumping in and out of me, curling to hit that secret pleasure spot on my inner walls that have me almost sobbing from how good it feels. The pain is a distant memory already, my hips moving of their own accord as my climax looms closer and closer.
“I’m going to… I’m–” I babble, everything condensing and then exploding inside of me like a supernova. I feel my walls clenching around his fingers, spasming as Hugh continues to lick and suck me through my orgasm. It’s the most intense thing I’ve felt in my entire life, and I think I’m having an out-of-body experience as every muscle in me tenses and releases.
Slowly, I start to relax, the white-hot pleasure dimming to something warm and dreamy as Hugh moves from where he has been kneeling to clutch my body in his arms. He kisses my mouth, and I can taste myself on his lips.
It isn’t until he comes closer, body to body, that I realize he’s still as hard as stone. Feeling languid and wonderful, I move to touch him where he clearly needs it most, but his hand closes over my wrist in an unbreakable grip.
“No,” Hugh insists. “This was for you, and now I think you need to rest.”
