Chapter 13 #2
Dinner was relaxed, despite the palpable air of anticipation around them, which Doc loved. After eating, they got the dishes put into the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. It was too early to go to bed, but Doc couldn’t think about anything else.
He turned to Ember to suggest doing something that would hopefully kill some time until he could take her upstairs, but let out an oof when he literally ran into her because she was standing right next to him.
“Shit, sorry,” he told her.
Ember put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him from chest to knees. “You’ve fed me, Craig. I can’t wait any longer. It might make me a whore, but I can’t think about anything but having you inside me.”
And just like that, Doc lost the battle with the erection he’d been fighting all evening.
“You aren’t a whore,” he said firmly. “I’ve thought about having you all day.
” Keeping her close, he began to maneuver them toward his stairs.
He couldn’t bear to let go. He lowered his head and kissed her.
They ran into the wall, a chair, and he almost tripped over the first step, but he refused to take his mouth from hers.
As they climbed, their kiss got more and more desperate.
When Ember’s hands fumbled with his shirt, Doc paused only long enough to rip it over his head.
Ember’s hands were on his chest immediately, kneading and caressing his muscles. He groaned low in his throat when she teased his nipples. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how sensitive he was there. Probably because no one had really bothered to find out before.
Their teeth clicked together as they kissed, neither one caring about finesse.
Doc’s hands went to Ember’s jeans and she almost fell when he shoved them off her hips.
They’d made it to the middle of the hall leading to his room, but it barely registered.
All of Doc’s attention was focused on the wet spot on her panties, between her legs. His mouth watered.
Ember got her shirt off by herself, then her hands went to the fastening of his pants. Doc knew the second she touched his cock, he’d lose all control…what little he still had.
Careful not to hurt her, he quickly leaned over and put his shoulder to her belly, hefting Ember up and over his shoulder.
She giggled, and he could feel her hands on his back, holding herself up. He knew this couldn’t be all that comfortable for her, but it was mere seconds before he’d gotten to the edge of his bed. He bent and dropped her on the mattress, hearing another giggle as she bounced.
Doc was frantic to get his mouth on her. He kneeled on the floor by his bed and roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the mattress. He pushed her legs apart and leaned in, inhaling her aroused scent.
“Damn, Em, you are so fucking irresistible.”
“Craig—”
That was all she got out before Doc pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and dove in. He ran his tongue up her slit, loving her tangy taste, before latching his mouth over her clit.
He couldn’t go slow. He needed her to be as desperate for him as he was for her. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her when he entered her body. He wanted her to be dripping. When he got his pants off, he wasn’t going to be able to wait.
“Holy shit, Craig,” Ember muttered.
He felt her hands caressing his head, but all his attention was between her legs. He used a finger on one hand to tease her folds and entrance, but kept his mouth over her clit. She squirmed under him, and it took everything he had to keep his lips on the small bundle of nerves.
Her thighs tightened around his head, but he used his free hand to press against one, keeping her open for him. He had one goal in mind—to make her come. He needed to do that for her. To give her the ultimate pleasure.
Doc wished he’d had the patience to take her panties off before he’d gone down on her, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Way too late. He wasn’t lifting his mouth from his prize. No fucking way.
The wet sound of his finger moving in and out of her body was getting louder, which pleased Doc to no end. He’d never been this desperate for a woman. His cock was weeping precome in his pants and it was obvious he was gonna explode the second he got inside Ember’s body.
Doc glanced up as he ate her out. Her adorable little stomach quivered with every inhale, and her tits shook as she writhed against him.
He hadn’t managed to remove her bra before he’d attacked her, but he couldn’t be upset.
She was sexy as hell like this. Lost in the pleasure of what he was doing to her, her underwear still on, holding on to him as if she’d never let go.
“Right there. More! Shit, Craig, yes!”
Closing his eyes, Craig lost himself in the taste, smell, and feel of the woman under him. Her hips were thrusting against his finger and his tongue, trying to get herself over the edge.
“Please, Craig!”
That was it. He was done. No way would his woman ever have to beg him for anything.
Using his tongue like a piston, he concentrated on her clit, flicking it over and over.
He turned his hand and eased another finger inside her.
She jerked against him and froze as he touched that special spongy spot deep inside.
Smiling, he curled his fingers and rubbed against it as he continued his assault on her clit.
Within seconds, she was shrieking and bucking uncontrollably against him. He couldn’t keep his mouth on her with the way she was writhing, so he moved his other hand between her legs and thumbed her clit as he continued to manipulate her G-spot.
Ember lost in orgasm was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life. Her back arched, she clutched his shoulders as if she’d fly into pieces if she didn’t, and the image of her excitement leaking from her body and coating his fingers was something he’d never forget as long as he lived.
As her orgasm waned, Doc stood. He ripped her underwear over her hips and down her legs. “Sit up,” he ordered gruffly.
Ember didn’t move, and Craig couldn’t stop the satisfied grin from crossing his face. He helped her into a sitting position and undid her bra before helping her move to the center of the bed. He couldn’t help but stand there and admire her for a moment.
Then she blew his control to smithereens when she slowly parted her legs and moved one hand between them, lightly fingering herself.
That was it. She’d pushed him over the edge.
Ember could barely move or think. Craig had literally blown her mind. She’d had plenty of orgasms before. Had even had what she’d thought was fairly good sex. But what Craig had just done? No, that was new.
He’d gone down on her as if he was a starving man and she was a Thanksgiving feast. He hadn’t been shy about it either. She loved his confidence, and he definitely knew how to please a woman. She’d never had a G-spot orgasm before, and she felt wrung out and completely boneless as a result.
But seeing Craig standing by the side of the bed, staring down at her as if she were his Christmas and birthday present all in one? She was ready for more.
There was no embarrassment or hesitation as she spread her legs to tease him. She saw the second his control snapped. One second he was a lover admiring his woman, and the next he was a predator on the prowl. She watched as he shoved his jeans and boxers off at the same time.
She only got a glimpse of his long, thick cock before he was straddling her. Ember couldn’t hold back a moan. This man wanted her. His Em. Not because of what she could give him or do for his career. But because of the connection they’d made.
“I can’t be gentle,” he rasped.
“I don’t want you to be.”
He leaned over and fumbled with the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed.
Ember sat up just enough to latch her mouth onto the fleshy skin next to his nipple.
She sucked. Hard. It wasn’t her fault; when he’d leaned over, his chest was right there, in her face.
She couldn’t resist. She felt one of his hands cradling the back of her head, holding her against him as she did her best to mark her man.
He scooted them back into the middle of the bed, but she still didn’t take her mouth off him. Ember couldn’t get enough.
When she finally let go and lay back down, she saw she’d definitely done what she’d set out to do. He was going to have a hell of a bruise on his chest, and she didn’t feel the least bit bad about it.
“Happy?” he drawled.
Ember lifted her gaze to meet his and smiled. “Yeah.”
He looked down at his chest, then back at her. “That’s gonna take a while to disappear.”
“Yup. And every time you see it, you’ll remember this. Me.”
“Fuck yeah, I will,” Craig said roughly. Then he grabbed her hips once more and pulled her closer. Ember loved how he manhandled her. He wasn’t hurting her, not even close. She didn’t want to be treated like a piece of china. She wanted all of Craig. His passion and enthusiasm and impatience.
She widened her legs even more in invitation. Looking down, she saw Craig take hold of his cock. He’d put a condom on already, probably when she was giving him the hickey. He smacked her pussy lips with his dick, and she gasped. Then he ran his length up and down her weeping slit.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” she complained.
“I was gonna have you masturbate for me. Show me what you like, but I don’t think I can handle that right now. I need you too badly.”
“Fine by me,” she said with a smile.
“This is it,” Craig told her seriously. “When I get inside that hot, wet pussy, you’re mine. Got it?”
“Yes!” Ember exclaimed. “And you’re mine. No other women, Craig. I mean it. If I even think you’re fucking someone else, I’ll probably lose it.”