“Well… it’s slightly more ethical, let’s put it that way.” He grinned and then bit his lip when her thumbnail tickled his frenulum. “Ohhh god. I don’t know if I would have been able to resist you anyway. You tortured me with all those short skirts and low cut blouses. And you were so eager to learn, you tried so hard. Your little tongue would stick out when you were concentrating, did you know that? And the way you bit your lip? God. And you laughed at all my stupid jokes.”
“All the other girls wore short skirts and laughed too, you know,” she teased, up on her knees, aiming him.
“Did they?” His hands on her hips, squeezing, anticipating. “I didn’t notice.”
“Why me?” she whispered, hesitating.
“Because you’re fucking amazing,” he rasped. “Now let me fuck you before I die.”
She slid slowly down his length and they both moaned. Bailey bit her lip, closing her eyes as his hands roamed all over her body, rocking on top of him. It was so good, so right. Dom thumbed her nipples, increasing the sensation.
“Touch yourself,” he urged and she opened her eyes to meet his. He guided her hand between her legs. “I want to watch you come. Touch yourself.”
She bit her lip and did as he asked, teasing her clit, rubbing it in delicious little circles. He held her hips, grinding slow, watching her face. Her breath came faster, thighs tensing. My God, how many nights had she done this, thinking about the way he came up behind her in class, leaning over and helping her with this problem or that. The smell of him, his laugh. How long had she been repressing that feeling, knowing she could never have him, and here she was, in his bed, his cock hard and throbbing inside of her.
“Oh Dom,” she whispered, feeling her orgasm building, a fire deep in her womb. “So good, you fuck me so good.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, thrusting harder, deeper, forcing her up off the bed with every motion. “Come for me. Come all over my hard cock.”
“Mmmmm yes, yes, nowww ohhhhh!” Bailey shuddered, her nipples little black diamonds on her chest, pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, every sweet contraction milking him because he was coming too, in hot waves and low growls, hips twisting as if he could possibly get one more inch of himself inside of her.
“Oh God,” she whispered, collapsing on him, sweaty and spent. He sighed deeply, wrapping his arms around her as she nuzzled her nose against his neck, licking his salty skin. “Now that’s what I call chemistry.”
That made him laugh as she rolled slowly off him, snuggling up and tucking her head under his chin.
“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing his hand over her upper arm.
“No.” She took a long, deep, shuddering breath. “Am I dreaming?”
“Want me to pinch you?” Dom slid his hand down and pinched her ass, making her laugh.
“I just can’t believe this. It’s too much for one day.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He kissed the top of her head.
She smiled. “I hope not.”
Bailey’s head came up in surprise. She heard her phone—somewhere out in the living room where she’d dropped her purse.
“Crap.” She sat up, grabbing his shirt off the floor and pulling it on. “I’m on call!”
She flew down the hall, grabbed her purse and dug for her phone. She saw texts from Joanna as well as two missed calls. Crap, crap, crap!
“Dom, I’m sorry.” She looked up at him from where she crouched on the floor, apology in her eyes. He came around the corner tying a navy blue robe closed. “I’ve got to go to a birth.”
“Well you better hurry.” His eyes raked over her as she stood, approaching him. “Because the way you look in that shirt, I just might tie you to my bed.”
She laughed, kissing him deeply, hoping it would last them until she could get back to him. “Are you mad?”
He shrugged. “I lived my whole life with a midwife. I’m used to it. I can wait as long as I know you’re coming back. You are coming back, aren’t you?”
“Oh hell yes.” She put her arms around his neck, pressing fully against him, making him groan. “You can count on it.”
The End