Page 116 of Summer with the Single Dad

“Which fingers?”

“T-these two.” She held up her middle and index finger on her right hand. And oh god, they were still a little wrinkly. Well, of course they would be.

He grabbed her by the wrist, brought her hand to his face and closed his mouth around those two fingers, never breaking eye contact with her as he did it.

Her jaw went slack, and she gaped at him.

“How many times did you get off?” he asked, removing her fingers from his mouth and lacing them with his.

“Um … four.”

His brows hiked up his forehead. “Four! Wow. No wonder your fingers are still wrinkly.”

More fire filled her face.

“We need to get you a toy. Doctors need their hands. Can’t have you risking carpal tunnel.”

It was too early in the morning to argue with him that she still wasn’t sure she was returning to medicine. She was also far too turned on and eager to jump his bones than to get into a spat that could result in her not getting off, and him leaving her hanging—again.

“Or … you could help me,” she suggested, surging forward and backing him up toward her bedroom, undressing him as they went.

They collapsed onto the bed and she straddled him, just like she had in her dream. She peeled her tank top over her head and rolled to the side to shimmy out of her shorts while Bennett undressed the rest of himself as well. Then she climbed back on him.

He was all sexy grins. “I like this take-charge side of you,” he gritted out, his hands finding her hip bones.

Using his chest for leverage, she planted her hands between his pecs and lifted up just enough that he could reach between them and notch himself at her center. They didn’t even need foreplay; she was that turned on.

The stretch as he filled her nearly pushed her over the edge into her first orgasm. Her lashes fluttered, her mouth went dry, and her clit pulsed with a heartbeat of its own.

“Show me again how you did it last night,” he said, taking her hand from his chest and guiding it between her legs. “I want to see how you took charge of your own pleasure.”

“Because you denied me,” she said breathily as she began to draw luscious counterclockwise circles around her swollen clit while lifting up and down on his cock at the same time.

“I’ll never deny you again,” he replied, honesty in his gaze. “I thought you needed time alone.”

Biting her lip, she lifted and fell, again and again, taking him to the hilt, then back to the tip. Who needed running? She was getting a quad burn just from this.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lifting up to snag her nipple in his mouth, which caused his abdominal muscles to contract in a way that just caused her pussy to flutter even more.

She crooned as he sucked harder, her fingers working overtime on her clit.

It was more challenging for her to continue bobbing up and down, but truthfully, she didn’t care. There was enough friction, and the stretch of him alone was divine.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple, and she sucked in a sharp breath when he scissored his teeth. Their eyes locked for a moment, which made her fingers pause between her legs.

A glint in his eyes caused those butterflies in her belly to zoom around, then she found herself held in his powerful arms and flipped over onto her back. He sat back on his heels, his cock, shiny from just being inside her with the swollen plum-hued crown winking at her from the nest of close-cropped, wiry hair between his legs.

“I want to watch you,” he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Touch yourself without me inside you.”

Her body hummed with need, so she didn’t even hesitate to put her fingers back there and work her clit. She hadn’t needed to slide her fingers inside her pussy last night. Clit stimulation got her to the point of no return, no problem. But knowing his cock was right there and capable of filling her up properly inundated her with an aching emptiness in her core. She licked her lips and stared at his cock as she worked her clit, around and around and around.

“I want to watch you,” she whispered. “It’s only fair.”

That pleased-with-himself Grinch smile was back as he took his length in his big palm and languidly worked it from root to tip. The third time he reached the crown, a shiny bead of pearlescent precum emerged on the tip. She could practically taste it and licked her lips.

His eyes turned avid and wild.

“You want a taste?” he rasped.

---