Forbidden Doctor - R. S. Elliot Page 0,69

sandy beach lapping at my toes, and I came down from my high to him still working on me, his fingers now inside of me, scissoring. He was preparing me, stretching me out to accommodate him like he always had. His consideration had me falling deeper in love with him, if that was even possible.

I let my own hand fall to his cock, stroking it and making sure it stayed as hard as I wanted it to. Even though I was tight around him, even though I sometimes worried he would be too big for me, I wanted all of him, took it all, if only for the look on his face (the orgasms were just an amazing, mind blowing bonus).

“Babe,” he said quietly, letting out a rush of air, “if you don’t stop, I might come early.”

I took my hand off of him—we couldn’t have that.

I lay my head back on the floor and raised my arms to cushion my head. I just watched him, trying not to make a sound while he kept moving his fingers in and out of me.

“You’re tight tonight,” he grunted, and I chuckled.

“Fuck it,” I gasped when he retaliated by pressing on my g-spot. “Just put it in.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned as he drew his fingers in and out of me.

I drew my knees to the side and lay them flat, opening myself up for him. I could never be as comfortable with my body in front of anyone else, but that didn’t matter, because I would never have to be.

Adrian let his mouth fall over one of my nipples, and he tugged on it with his teeth in between peppering kisses around the areola. With his free hand he flicked and tugged on the other one. I became a gently moaning mess once more. I knew this tactic, and sure enough, as I relaxed around the sensation of his mouth on me, Adrian slid his shaft into me. Our eyes met, and I could have come from just the heated way he looked at me. I felt gloriously full with him inside of me, and when he moved, it was like the first time.

My hands came out from behind my head, and grasped his shoulders, asking him to give me more, and my hips canted up to meet him at every thrust.

Adrian pulled off of the nipple he was tending to, put his arms on either side of me, and began thrusting in earnest, his low grunts only driving me to arch further into him. Our eyes never left each other, so much love passing between us that I could taste it in the air. I felt my body moving with his, two beings so intertwined with each other that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. I felt him building up to his release and knew he was almost there when he placed a hand between us to add more sensation to the mix. His fingers found my already over sensitive clitoris, and he began the kind of assault only a man that had spent years learning your body could conduct. The deft way they traveled over me was proof enough that he knew what he was doing. Determined not to leave his gaze by closing my own eyes, my breath became haggard as I raced towards the finish line. His thrusts became uneasy, and like some cliché story about sex, we fell apart together, landing somewhere among the stars with orgasms that were as perfect as our love for one another.

We stayed where we were on the floor, resting in each other’s arms and basking in the warmth from the fire. I wasn’t entirely sure how I had gotten everything I’d ever wanted. I had my fellowship, I had Adrian, I had a ring on my finger, and one day in the near future (after our wedding), I would hopefully have my stomach swell with the prospect of our own child. I wondered how quickly he’d want to have kids once we were married.

“What are you thinking about?” Adrian asked quietly, nuzzling into my hair.

“Just us, our future, how we might have kids in the next few years.”

“It sounds pretty perfect, doesn’t it? We could do up the guest room if you wanted, make a nursery.”

It did sound pretty perfect, I couldn’t deny that.

“And what about the wedding?” I asked. “When should we do that?”

“I was thinking in the spring or summer,” he said thoughtfully,