Page 110 of Dr. Aster

“Mmmm…” she said, her warm sex rubbing hard into my side and my dick rousing awake and ready to run, fuck, or anything else this woman wanted.

“You like that?”

“No,” she said, pushing me away some but then pulling me back in.

“What do you want, gorgeous?”

“You,” she said.

That was all I could take of the sleep-fucking. It was time to bring my lady back to awareness the right way. When I turned to face her and reached between her legs to find her wet and ready, my hopes were answered when two beautiful eyes snapped open, and a glistening smile met my searching eyes.

“You want more, baby?” I asked in a low voice that was ready to consume and devour this woman with my mouth.

She stretched out flat on her back, dropping each of her legs open wide for me. She still smelled like the rose bath wash she’d used while fucking in the oversized tub hours before we fell asleep. She smelled like beautiful sex and roses, a fragrance that should’ve been captured and bottled up just for me to enjoy on the lonely nights when I didn’t have this woman at my side.

As my tongue went to work on her clit, savoring her entirely, I knew that I didn’t want to have any more lonely nights without her.

Until now, I’d had this fear of losing Mickie, which could easily be solved. She could move in with me, get out of her aunt’s place, and we could really try this relationship on for size. What could my parents do about it if my girl lived with me, anyway? There’s no way they’d ask me to kick her out. They’d probably just realize I was past manipulation.

I would make this situation work in my favor by asking Mick to move in with me. After the orgasm I knew she was well on her way to enjoying, and all the fantastic sex before this, she’d never say no.

Everything about Mickie was perfect; the thought of living with her and waking up with her every morning would be heaven on earth for me.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Mick questioned while we sat at the bar in the cigar room of the cabin.

It was my dad’s favorite room in this place, not only to pass the time after we ate and before everyone went to bed but also because the room was virtually soundproof in case my dad was working a business deal, and he wanted privacy.

So, I quickly knew it was the best place for Mickie and me to eat a three-in-the-morning meal. And since the only thing between the two of us right now was fucking and eating, I figured it’d be the perfect time to ask what she thought about moving in with me.

“No, I’m not,” I said. “This is the smartest idea I’ve had aside from pursuing a relationship with you.”

I was honest, and that’s how relationships should be, right?

“John,” she said, swallowing a bite of the chicken wing she’d nearly choked on after I asked her to move in with me. “You can’t be serious? We’re just getting this relationship off the ground after accepting that it could go somewhere good, even though it took off at warp speed. This is where we have to pump the brakes a little.”

“I don’t see the point in that,” I told her, reaching for a curly fry.

“The point in what, slowing things down a little? Like,” she did a cute expression that popped a dimple on her cheek, “I don’t know, having a normal relationship.”

“What’s not normal about you moving in with me?”

“That if you decide you’re over it one day, I’m out on the streets and homeless?”

We both laughed because she’d made an excellent point.

“I would never throw your cute ass out,” I promised.

“You say that without knowing the real me,” she insisted.

“Well, how else am I supposed to get to know the real you if you don’t live with me? It’s sort of like saving yourself for marriage. What if we waited, and then you’d find out that I have a pencil dick?”

I grinned when she brought up her greasy fingers to cover her laugh.

“I don’t marry people for the size of their dicks,” she said, shaking her head.

Her eyes sparkled in a way that had me mesmerized. God dang, she was so beautiful.

“No? Well, that explains why you were with your last fiancé, Jesse, was it?”

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