Page 43 of Beach Reads
When that white coat hits my bedroom floor and his shirt follows, heavenly trumpets blare in my brain. Dr Whitaker is tanned and strong; muscled and lean. Brown hair dusts his chest and snakes down the center of his belly.
My sodden bikini hits the wall with a wet slap.
“I thought this would never happen. Thought for sure you’d hold out and I’d die a virgin.” I’m babbling, clutching at Whit’s heated skin when he crawls over me, both of us bared at last. We’reready, and his bronze hair glints gold in the light of my bedside lamp. “God. Okay, okay. This is it.” I wriggle beneath him. “Wow, I really hope I’m a good lay.”
“Poppy.” Whit’s teeth scrape over my throat. His stubbly chin rasps over my shoulder, and his hand is stroking up and down my side. “Relax, sweet girl. You’re already a dream. My dream.”
Aaaaaah.
Likewise.
“You’re tickling my ribs,” I tell him. He pinches my nipple instead, sending an arrow of heat between my legs, and nerves are knotted tight in my chest, my palms sweaty against his back.
But when Whit traces two fingers through my folds, I melt against the bed with a sigh.
“That’s it.” He knows me well by now; knows the exact ways to drive me mad with his touch. I buck and moan beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders, and my head spins in a technicolor whirl. “Good girl. Open up for me.”
“Uh-huh.” I steal a doubtful glance between our bodies. His cock was so thick and heavy on my tongue. “Though you’re, um. You’re really big.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Two fingers curl inside me, arching my spine, and Whit is so huge looming over me. So broad and manly, watching me with those scorching brown eyes. “It will fit, Poppy. Relax.”
Relax.Okay, I can do that. I can.
The broad head of Whit’s cock lines up with my entrance.
“Deep breath.” He sinks into my body with a groan.
Whit
I’ve been called uptight more than once in my life. As Dr Whitaker, I’ve always been buttoned up. Rigid. Restrained. I’m the cool-headed doctor, the man in the pristine white coat; the person who never loses control. More like a machine than flesh and bone.
But when my cock slides into Poppy’s tight, wet heat, parts of my body relax that have been tense for years. There are muscles in my back that I forgot existed, they’ve been clenched for so long, and now I’m unspooling on top of her, elbows sinking into the mattress.
“Poppy.Fuck.” I bury my face in her throat, and I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m overcome. It’s just—I’ve dreamed about this so many times. Pictured the way she’d taste, the sounds she’d make, the salt on her skin.
Tonight, Poppy is more chlorinated than in most of my daydreams, but she’s perfect. This is perfect.
“Are you okay?” I manage, lifting my head up to inspect her flushed face. “Does it hurt?”
She laughs and licks my cheek. “It stung a bit at first. But no, not anymore.” A tiny wriggle illustrates her point, and the bolt of pleasure drags a moan from deep in my chest.
“Fuck. When you move like that, I feel everything. The way you’re gripping me, sucking me deeper; how wet you are.Everything.”
“Good.” Poppy bites her lips as she smiles, both wicked and shy, and rolls her hips against mine again. With each rock, she grinds me deeper, makes me throb. “I want you to feel it all. I want you to take what you need.”
Ah, shit.
And look: I’m a doctor. I’m not supposed to take at all. I’m supposed to give and give and give, scooping out my soul for everyone else. I heal and sacrifice. I’m supposed to be selfless. Always in control.
And now? “Fuck, your body. Your tight little pussy. Yeah, that’s it. Sigh for me. Good girl.”
I’m not in control right now.
My only saving grace is that Poppy is gone too, her lashes fluttering and her skin dewy with sweat. We’re drunk on each other. She writhes beneath my body, scoring my back with her fingernails as I pound her into the mattress, and gives as good as she gets. Shefightsme, but she’s yanking me closer, not pushing me away.
“Oh my god,” Poppy wails, hooking a thigh over my hip. Opening herself up even wider for me. “So this is what all the fuss is about. Ugh. I just want you stamped all over me, Doc. Want to feel you inside me every time I sit down tomorrow. I want to smell like you for weeks, so just—drench me in your pheromones. Go on. Mold my pussy to your cock.”
Shit.
