Page 26 of Dr. Do-Right
The only thing I could do was reciprocate, lavishing him with my touch. I was greedy, clutching and grabbing, running hungry fingers across the defined muscles of his stomach, his arms, his jaw.
“Rija, your hands on me…” He groaned, the sound cut off when his mouth met mine again, his sucking pulls echoing between my legs. Another wave of pleasure made me shiver, more slickness flooding. Our hands were feverish. Everywhere all at once—arms tangling, lips and teeth and heat.
Maybe we’d go out like this. Together, in a blaze of desire.
He palmed my ass, bunching the soft fabric of my seamless panties. “Off,” he whispered into my mouth.
“You too,” I gasped, my hand reaching down into his open pants. His groan sounded pained, hands shaking just as much as mine as he shoved his pants and briefs down in one swift move. I wrapped my fingers around his length.Finally.
He was soft and steel-hard. I pumped once down to the root before his hand caught my wrist.
“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” He pushed me gently back onto the bed. I bounced when I sat, eyeing the expanse of his chest in front of me. “Fuck,” he repeated when I licked up the center. He tasted like salt and limes.
“This is going to be fast.” His words were glass over gravel, voice harsh and glittering as he pulled my underwear down.
When he found my center, I jerked, a full-body spasm. “Yes! Yes, please. Fast.”
He groaned, fingers gliding up and down, aided by the overflowing wetness of my slit. “So, so fast, I’m sorry, Kitten.” Even as he apologized, he shoved my legs apart, climbing higher to line his cock up with where I needed him. The first brushof the head against me nearly made me come. I cried out, struggling to pull air into my body.
We were going too fast, too slow. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted it to be overnowso I could know what it felt to come with him touching me, inside me.
He groaned, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he slid inside an inch at a time. I was so wet, he entered easily. Still, he pulled back once, slid in further.
And it was over. The stretch, the delicious feel of his skin against mine, the mind-blowing pleasure of it all, months and months of needing his hands on me. All of it crystalized at once, then fragmented. His name exploded from my lips in a scream, toes curling as my orgasm ripped through me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I could only feel.
Him, above me, hips pumping in and out. My core twisted, legs gripping his hips as he rode me through my climax. It crested in a wildfire. All I could do was jerk and shudder and moan when his fingers reached down to rub my clit.
The rushing in my ears subsided, though my body was still riding the high he fueled. I was still coming. Or maybe he just felt that good inside me. An eternal orgasm.
“So good, Ri. Don’t want it to stop.” He abandoned my clit, gripping my thigh, holding me open as his hips snapped against mine faster and faster. “Wanted this for so long, Kitten.”
“Malachi,” I mewled, still drowning in the feeling of his body.
He groaned, eyes meeting mine. “My name. Say it again, Ri. While I fuck you.”
“Malachi,” I gasped, again and again. He thrust so hard I inched up the mattress. He looped his arm around my waist, hanging onto me.
He looked pained, panting. “Rija, it’s…everything.” His eyes squeezed shut, and he came with a shout. His thrusts turned jerky, spearing me in a primal, unconscious rhythm that set meoff again. I screamed, pussy gripping him, pulling at the warm pulses I felt inside me.
He kept pumping, groaning my name and how good it was and gibberish I somehow still understood about him and me and us andperfect. Finally, he slowed, grunting and panting while he still slid in and out of my sensitive folds, like he couldn’t bring himself to stop. I didn’t want him to. Even while my body came down from my high, my muscles starting to protest how tightly I was wrapped around him, I wanted him again.
He groaned my name, ragged, as he finally collapsed over me, holding his weight on his elbows.
His breath was hot against my collarbone, chest heaving in time with mine. Even in this incredible aftermath, the feel of him against me, his skin on mine, felt like a miracle. My hands couldn’t stop moving against him, roaming the broad expanse of his back, cradling his face while I pressed my lips across his hairline.
After another moment, he rolled to his side, pulling me with him. We both winced when he slid out. He stroked a hand down my face.
“Was I too rough? I felt like I couldn’t control—”
“It was perfect.” I pressed my lips against his, the chaste pecks turning into long, leisurely kisses. He hummed when I pressed closer to him, tangling my leg between his. “It was perfect, Mal.”
His forehead rested against mine. We stayed like that while our breathing evened and my mind spun around the fact that I was here with him, like this.
He lay next to me, seemingly as dazed as I was. At one point, he started whispering about getting a towel to clean me up, only to settle back onto the bed, tucking the sheets around us when I begged him not to leave. I felt like I couldn’t be parted from him for a second.
I must have dozed. The next thing I knew, I was arching into his stroking fingers on my neck.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I need you again.”
