He crowded me closer to the door, his hard chest pressed against mine while his big hands held my hips. My heart raced as his lips traced a path along my cheek and up to my ear. His breath was hot as he answered my question, his fingers tightening on me. “You’re mine.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathed. “Prove it, honey.”
“I fucking love it when you call me honey.” His voice was dark and dangerous, with none of the teasing quality that was always there between us. “And I can’t fucking wait to taste yours.”
His lips on me sounded like a great plan. “Yes, please.”
“Looking at your curves without being able to touch them was pure torture.” His hand drifted up from my hip, along the curve of my waist and my side until it rested below one of my tits. My nipples pebbled as his thumb swept upwards. His other hand tightened on my hip, holding me firmly against his cock while his hips flexed and pressed his length against me. “See what you do to me? I’m a walking hard-on whenever you’re near.”
“Maybe we should do something about that,” I murmured, running my hands down his back, his muscles bunching underneath my fingertips.
“Not until I get my taste of you.”
He dropped to his knees, shoving my yoga pants and panties down my legs and ripping them and my flip-flops off my body. He widened my stance and without warning, two fingers plunged into me. His thumb stayed on my clit, rubbing in circles.
I moaned, riding his hand as his fingers worked in and out of me, staring down at his dark head as his body flexed with each thrust of his fingers. All coherent thought flew out of my brain when he leaned forward and replaced his thumb with his lips at my clit. Alternating between sucking and licking, he never stopped thrusting his two fingers into me.
“I’m so close,” I cried out, my body tightening when he sucked my clit hard and bit down gently. Intense pleasure ripped through my body, my hips jerking against him. He yanked his fingers out of me and slid his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking me through my orgasm as I rode his face.
He stood, keeping one hand on my waist to steady me. I was dazed from my climax, my eyes unable to focus on the sight of him fumbling with his zipper to free his cock.
“Tell me you want me inside you.” He didn’t wait for my answer, his lips crashing against mine once again. I tasted myself on him, our flavors mixed together. “Please, Ellie,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Yes.” My answer turned into a gasp when his hands grabbed the back of my thighs to pick me up. My legs wrapped around his hips, lining us up perfectly. He drove inside in one powerful thrust, my back slamming against the door.
He dropped his forehead onto mine, his brown eyes appearing even darker with desire. My pussy squeezed in response to the possessive gleam in them. My brain might not be sure exactly what was happening between us, but my body seemed more than okay to go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
“This first time, I know I should be gentle. I’m sorry I can’t be,” he groaned, grinding his hips into me and driving his cock even deeper. “I’ve waited too long and want you too much, but I swear I’ll make it good for you, my Ellie.”
“It’s more than good just like this,” I promised. “Take me, honey.”
“So fucking perfect.” His voice was rough against my neck as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tried moving my hips. His hold on me tightened further, to the point I was going to have bruises in the morning. Marks I’d wear proudly as a reminder of our night together.
He withdrew and then plunged back inside. Over and over again while he held me immobile against the wall and fucked me. Slowly at first and then his rhythm sped up, pushing me closer to the edge. I gasped each time he pounded into me, my cries ringing out between us.
“Come for me,” he growled. “I need to feel your tight pussy strangling my cock.”
I flew apart, moaning loudly as my body convulsed around him. My pussy fluttered, my legs tightening on his hips, and my arms clenching around his neck. My orgasm was huge. I swore I saw stars.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned. “Just seeing you like that is enough to make me come, too.”
His body shuddered as he proved his words to be true. He came hot and hard, deep inside me as he trembled. His hips pushed deeper, driving him further inside while his come filled me up and spilled down my thighs.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel so damn good, Ellie.”
He felt better than good inside me. Of course he did. It wasn’t just because we fit together perfectly, almost like his cock had been made to fill me. Nope, it felt beyond amazing because we’d done something I’d never done before. Jack had taken me bare. Without protection of any kind because I wasn’t on birth control, hadn’t been since I was a teenager and discovered I didn’t react to the hormones well. We were doctors, for fuck’s sake. We both knew the risks better than most people, and yet the thought of telling him to use a condom hadn’t crossed my mind. Not once. What the heck was up with that?