Page 111 of The Heart We Guard
It takes a moment to wiggle the panties off, so I have better access. I bring them to my nose and inhale the musky scent of her before placing them neatly on the bed. Then, I lie down on my back like I’m about to inspect the underside of the truck. But this time, what waits for me is a massive improvement on a rusty old vehicle.
I get up close and personal with Greer’s pussy. “You don’t like it, you tell me,” I say.
Her pretty pink lips glisten. My woman’s excited about this, perhaps has been since she sent me that text. I lift my head off the bed and lick her cunt, probing my tongue into her and flicking her clit with the tip.
It’s playtime.
It’s not rushed.
It’s not hurried.
It’s not heavy.
It’s just a languid afternoon, the two of us together while the rain beats onto the window outside.
When I rub my tongue back and forth across her taint, she squirms, her hips moving, but the moan she releases tells me she likes this.
I like it too. I stroke my hands awkwardly along her outer thighs and up over her ass, encouraging her to rock against me. Then, I lick her pussy like a cat lapping at cream. All wet, flat tongue and a flavor entirely Greer’s. Next, I move to her clit, sucking and teasing and gently biting.
“Nolan,” she groans. “It’s too much.”
But just as she’s finally moving frantically, as though she’s going to come soon, I lift her hips off me.
“You need me to stop?”
“Nolan! God, no.”
I chuckle at the pure outrage in my name. I’m sure, over the years, I’ll hear it get called over and over. When I fuck up. Or when I edge her like I wanna do right now.
In one swift move, I stand up and loom over her. She flops onto her back, chest flushed, cheeks pink, and eyes wide. “I was so close.”
“I know. That’s the point.”
“Of what.”
I shuck my jeans. “Making you wait.”
“That’s just cruel.”
“Babe, cruel is sending me a text while I’m at work, telling me you’re waiting for me in bed. You have no idea what it feels like to ride a bike with a boner butting up against your zipper. This is payback.”
Her look of surprise soon fades, replaced with something warmer. “But you liked it.”
I climb over her, naked. “Yeah, Doc. I fucking loved it. One minute, I’m getting ready to leave, telling the men to—well, I was giving them some instructions. The next, I bolted out of the clubhouse like the world was about to end.”
Cupping her breast, I run my thumb over one of the expertly placed embroidered flowers that hides her nipple.
“That’s all well and sweet,” Greer says, “but if you don’t finish what you started, your world mightactuallyend.”
I lie over her and let my cock rub against all the wetness and mess we just made, as I bite that pretty flower and the erect nipple beneath it. “Got my test results back this morning. Not a single thing came back positive. I wanna fuck you without a condom. You cool with that?”
Greer nods. “But what about me? I didn’t?—”
“I’ll take my chances. I know you. I trust you. You’re a doctor, for God’s sake. And I don’t think I could stop doing this now if I wanted to.”
I drop my head to her shoulder and kiss the side of her neck.
Greer wraps her legs around me, heels in my ass, as we slide against each other. I’m not even fucking in her, and it already feels like the best sex I’ve ever had.
