Page 39 of Dr. Attending

But my body knows that none of those things matter. Because all that matters in this moment is being able to taste more of her. To explore more of her. To devour more of her.

“Caroline,” I say, trying to sound as stern as I can when I’m lost in the glimmer of her dark blue eyes. “I need a second.”

She smirks and tilts her hips ever so slightly, rubbing her pussy over my hard cock. “Do you?”

I wince, digging my fingers into the crease of her legs to try to calm myself down.

“Yes,” I bite out. “If you would just let me—”

She repeats the motion as her fingers thread through my hair, and I swear to God, I see stars. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and the simple tease of her grinding on top of me is going to send me flying over the edge at any second.

“Let you what?” she asks, leaning in so that her flawless face is an inch from mine. “Stick your dick inside of me?”

My eyes drop to her lips, wanting more than anything to kiss her properly. To do what I should have done all of those years ago.

“You know I’d give you more than that, princess,” I reply, letting out a single, unamused laugh.

I get that she doesn’t think highly of me, but I would never put anything other than her pleasure first. And I’m about to prove that to her.

Caroline glares at me, and I can tell that she wants to say something sassy about how much she hates the nickname, but she also wants to hear what I have to say.

Her voice is low—almost inaudible—when she finally asks, “How?”

“Well, for starters,” I murmur, so close to her mouth that I can feel her warm breath against my skin. “I wouldn’t just ‘stick my dick inside of you.’I’d sink to my knees and play with your pretty little pussy until I was drowning in your desperation.”

She inhales sharply like she wasn’t expecting me to say that, and her surprise only spurs me on.

“I’d tease you until you reached the edge. And then, as soon as you were about to come, I’d stop. And I’d make youbeg for it.”

The final words come out as a taunt—a final bullet in the duel of restraint between us.

“I seriously doubt that.”

I don’t take a moment to think before I’m grabbing her ass and standing with her in my arms. I spin and sit her on the edge of the hot tub, savoring the way her body looks from this angle.

Caroline’s breaths are shallow and needy as I study her, trying to figure out where to begin. I want all of her, all at once. But I have to force myself to slow down.

I hold her gaze as my fingers trace up her inner thighs, slowly making their way toward her center.

I pause when I reach her barely there bikini bottoms, toying with the strings that hold the thin fabric together as I give her the opportunity to back out. But she doesn’t—she leans back, plants her hands on either side of her body, and tilts her hips so that I can get to work.

The strings slip out of their knots with a single tug, and I track the way her swimsuit falls into the water between us, knowing that when I look up, she’ll be fully bare and open for me.

I’ve never been the kind of guy who loves giving oral, mostly because I’ve always felt like there are more effective ways to get women off, so I never wanted to take the time. But for some reason, with Caroline, the only thing that I want to do is take my time. I want to glide my tongue through her sensitive flesh and swallow down her arousal. I want to savor the way she writhes beneath my touch and study her when she comes undone.

So I do.

I curl my fingers around her knees, opening her up for me before I press my lips to her inner thigh. I plant a trail of languid kisses up each of her legs, pausing when I finally reach her pussy to meet her gaze.

Caroline doesn’t say anything. She simply gives me a breathy nod and spreads her legs wider, urging me to continue.

Something primal takes over, pushing me to try something I’ve never done. Pushing me to mark her.

I drop a line of spit out of my mouth, letting it fall directly on her clit as I dig my fingers into her soft skin.

Caroline shudders at the sensation, letting out a quiet little whimper as I flick my tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves a single time.

“Wes,” she groans, fisting her fingers through my hair and arching her hips like she can’t wait any longer.

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