Page 89 of Bad Medicine
“You think there is one part of you that I don’t want?” I asked, my face now directly over her luscious pussy. I could see her glistening for me in the low light, see how much she liked what I was doing, even if she thought she should be embarrassed. “You think that there is a single inch of your body that I don’t want to look at? To touch? To taste?”
Pursing my lips, I blew out a light stream of air across her damp pussy lips, and she whimpered again, the sound making my already hard cock throb in my jeans. Raising my head to look at her face. I could see the flush in her cheeks, watched as it spread down her throat and across her breasts. I wanted to lick her, to chase that flush with my tongue and see just how far I could make it spread. “I want it all, Mia,” I said, staring into her wide eyes, hoping she could see just how truthful my words were.
She stared right back, her mouth parted slightly as she panted for me, her generous tits bouncing with every one of her rapid breaths.
“Now, tell me: are you ever gonna try to keep a part of yourself from me again?” Dropping my head, I dragged my tongue up the inside of one of her thighs, getting as close to her pussy as I could without actually touching it. Drawing some of her tender flesh into my mouth, I sucked, hard, wanting to mark her, to make sure that when she looked at her body tomorrow, she’d see my touch on her, everywhere.
Not his.
Never again.
When I released her skin with a pop, she gasped.
“I asked you a question, Mia,” I said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the soft flesh of her lower belly. Extending my tongue, I lightly traced the marks I saw there, the marks that Jasper had left behind when she’d carried him, and I fuckin’ loved those, too.
“Are you ever gonna try to keep your body from me again? To keep me from seeing it? Touching it and tasting it?” I pressed a kiss right over Mia’s clit, darting my tongue out to flick that hot little bud.
“Yes,” she hissed, and I lifted my hand, swatting her lightly right on her mound.
“That’s not the answer I was looking for, baby.” Grasping her by the thighs, I spread her apart, watching as she writhed beneath me, loving every little shudder and shake she gave me. “Now,” I said, dragging my tongue all the way up her sopping pussy. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”
“Rocco,” she moaned, her hands pulling at her own hair as I continued to tease her with tiny licks and sucks. “Rocco, please. I won’t. I won’t hide from you. Please, I want it, Rocco. I want you.Please.”
“You got me, Mia,” I said, then, satisfied with the answer she had finally delivered, I began to feast.
Mia rocked against my face, her genuine response to me more of a turn on than anything I had ever experienced. I devoured her, not wanting to waste a drop of what she had to offer, and when she came, her shout echoed through the empty hangar, bouncing back to us like the sweetest symphony.
Stripping myself out of my own clothes, I reached for my wallet, for the condom I kept in there, but Mia stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“No,” she said. “We don’t need it. I want you. Just you and nothing else.”
Raising my eyebrows, I stared at her, this woman who had captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her, and considered what she was telling me.
“I’m clean,” I swore, hoping she’d believe me.
“I know,” Mia said softly. “I know you’d never risk me like that.”
She was right, but her statement—her trust—meant more to me than she could ever know.
“You gonna let me take you bare, Doc?” I said, situating myself over her prone form. She trailed her fingers up my chest, one thumb toying with my nipple piercing, and gave me a sultry smile.
“If I am not allowed to keep anything from you, then you can’t keep anything from me.” Lifting her head to press a kiss over my heart, Mia smiled and said, “So give me everything, Rocco.”
Sliding inside her was like coming home. I had never known sex could feel like that. Probably wouldn’t have believed it if someone had tried to tell me, anyway. She was hot and wet and tight andperfect.
So fuckin’ perfect.
“You were made for me, Mia,” I groaned, pulling out slowly, then slamming back in. Throwing her head back, Mia lifted her legs up and wrapped those thighs around my hips, opening herself up for me. Letting me in.
“This body, this pussy. They were designed with me in mind.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her nails digging into the muscles of my back. “More. Harder, Rocco. Fuck you like you mean it.”
Pushing up on one arm, I gave her what she asked for, pushing us both to the brink with everything I had in me.
I would always give her everything I had.
When she came, it was like magic, like watching the sun rise, something so beautiful you almost couldn’t believe it was real.
