Page 96 of Dr. Attending

I walk over to him, straddling his legs and lowering myself to his lap.

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me so close that his erection is the only thing separating us.

Fuck, that feels good.

“You were right,” I huff as his finger traces the zipper along my spine.

Despite my lack of enjoyment over being in control, I could have probably kept the dynamic going until he snapped. But that didn’t feel right, given the magnitude of this moment—the magnitude of this night.

The first time we have sex is a big deal for both of us and shouldn’t be treated like a game or role-play situation because it’s not just about physical pleasure—it’s an admission that what’s happening between us is serious. An admission that we’re both ready for more.

Weston chuckles warmly. “That happens occasionally. Do you want to keep going?”

I nod. “No more Madame Med Student, though. Just us.”

“I kind of like the name,” he teases before giving me a quick kiss. “But I agree. Go grab a condom from the bedside table.”

My lips press together even though I shouldn’t be disappointed. I have two-and-a-half years of school left, so using additional protection is definitely the wise choice. But it just feels wrong with him.

I stand from his lap and cross the room to grab the condom.

Twirling the foil packet in my fingers as I shuffle back, I blurt, “I’m on birth control if you want to—”

Weston’s smirk transforms into an excited grin. “Fuck yeah, I want to . . . but if we do that, I’m going to need to pull out. And there’s no chance I’m pulling out tonight. No chance in hell.”

Every inch of me feels like it’s on fire as his eyes slowly descend, like he’s taking in my outfit for the first time, even though I’ve been wearing it all night. His jaw ticks as he drags his attention back to my face.

“Come here.” He curls his finger at me. “But don’t sit yet. I want you to stand over me.”

My core pulses as I take a step forward so that I’m straddling his knees on the bench.

Weston wraps his large hands around my hips, positioning me where he wants me. He digs his fingertips into my skin while his other hand gently traces the crease of my thigh.

I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, feeling heat pool between my legs as he slowly inches closer to the placeI need him the most. When he reaches my sex, he presses two fingers against the fabric directly above my clit. A shudder of pleasure races through my body, and I let out a moan as I squirm beneath his touch.

He clicks his tongue in warning, increasing the pressure to hold me still as his other hand travels up my stomach. His fingers toy with the zipper covering the center of my left breast before he pulls it down, exposing one of my aching nipples.

“One day we’re going to have to try using toys on these,” he drawls as he rolls the sensitive bud between two fingers. “Clamps. Clips. All of it.”

I hum in approval as he leans forward. If the toys feel half as good as his teeth do when they graze my nipple, I’m definitely interested in trying them.

Weston repeats his torment on the other side, and I can’t figure out where to focus because he’s still maintaining his pressure on my clit, and it’s killing me to wait.

“Please,” I whine, trying to grind against his hand. “I need more. I need to feel you.”

He stops what he’s doing and glances up at me.

“You think you’re ready?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly as he flicks the zipper between my legs.

My fingernails dig into his shoulders. “So ready.”

Weston’s hazel eyes flare with wild hunger as he slides open the zipper between my legs. He traces the edge of my entrance before he slips two fingers inside me.

I don’t have to ask to know that I’m soaked because I can feel my arousal coating my inner thighs, no longer held in by the tight bodysuit.

He quickly finds the spot at the top of my inner wall that makes me nearly convulse, and I whimper because I can only imagine what it will feel like if his cock can do the same thing.

“Fuck yeah, you’re ready,” he groans, giving my clit a pinch as he pulls his hand free. “Roll that condom down my shaft, princess.”

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