Doctor's Delight(68)

By this time Cherry was writhing, her breathing ragged, and when she moaned his name he heard the mounting desire in it, just as he felt the wash of heated moistness that coated his finger. He felt the quiver of her sheath around his finger, and he knew she was close, so very close.

He shifted, coming up on his knees between her thighs to look his fill of her. One hand clasping his burgeoning staff, he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous curves as he’d feasted his mouth on her womanhood.

Her eyes opened, hazy with hot passion, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

“You’re beautiful, Cherry.” His words were dark with carnal heat and promise. “And you’re all mine.” With that he came down over her, taking her mouth as he took her body, his shaft unerringly entering her, pushing through her shivering walls to lodge deep.

“Oh God, Rick,” she moaned against his lips.

“That’s me, baby.” He kissed her ruthlessly, plundering her mouth as he lifted his hips and pulled back to surge forward once more. “Rick. Your lover. Your only lover.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him back almost fiercely.

Hips pumping, Rick set a ruthless place, thrusting hard and fast. He couldn’t get enough of her, wanted to bury himself deep inside her and never come out. His blood burned in his veins, his heart pounded out a harsh tattoo. He rode her hard, forcing her higher up the pinnacle, taking her with him, refusing to let her fall behind.

Together always. Together forever. It was his motto for them both, and it was burned into his heart and very soul as he made love to her.

Prurience burned inside him, her passion-filled moans firing his own desire, and he pumped harder, faster, the heat of eroticism flooding through him, pouring through into his scrotum, pulling the sac tight, and he felt rapacity as he’d never done so before, the desire to brand this woman as his inside and out.

Without thought his mouth found her throat, and he sucked firmly while shoving even harder into her, branding her skin with his mouth even as his seed branded the walls of her sheath.

She held him to her, her hand cupping the back of his head as she arched her throat and opened her body for him. Accepting his power, his heat, his passion, and gladly allowing him to hurtle her along that star-burst path with him.

His orgasm shook him, flinging him out into a hazy burst of light and sensation, and he felt her shudder beneath him, heard her scream out his name, and then he was gone in a blindingly, deliciously, shattering burst of light.

When he came to, he was slumped over Cherry, his face buried in her scented hair, her arms lax around him neck, her gasping breaths hot on his neck. He snuggled in deeper, loving the way her soft curves cuddled his harder, leaner frame.

The minutes ticked past and he felt so deliciously tired. He felt her stir a little beneath him, and worried that perhaps he was squashing her, he rolled to his side, taking care not to let her go, rolling her with him so that he could cradle her in his arms.

Without a murmur of protest, she snuggled close.

Closing his eyes, Rick breathed a sigh of pure contentment.





He woke with a start. He glanced at the clock to see that he’d dozed off for about an hour. Shifting his head, he looked down to meet slumberous blue eyes. Cherry smiled shyly at him, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin from breaking out. “That was good, eh, love?”

She laughed.

Coming up onto one elbow, he gazed down at her, enjoying the closeness they shared. Almost immediately she sobered, watching him closely, and he lifted his other hand and rested it on her hip before slowly sweeping his gaze over her, over every hill and curve, every dip and swell. As he did so, heat kindled to life inside him again, that desire for her building, for that voluptuous body was all his to taste and touch and see.

Cherry was all his, and he was never letting her go.

When he finally lifted his gaze back to hers, she met it timidly but unflinchingly, bravely, and he knew she waited for his reaction, her trust so fragile. He’d have sooner cut out his own heart than crush that trust, it meant so much to him.

“You’re beautiful.” Lowering his head, he kissed her gently. “So very beautiful, and all mine.”

She met his kiss with a warm mouth, and it deepened between them, changing from gentle to passionate, and it was mere minutes before they were swept away once again on a tide of desire.





Chapter Nine





Standing before the mirror, Cherry was a mass of nerves.

“You look gorgeous.” Susie peeked over Cherry’s shoulder, arranging the lacy throw to her satisfaction.

“And stop fidgeting.” Maxie smacked Cherry’s fingers away from where they’d started to twist in the soft silk. “Any wrinkle in this dress that isn’t caused by Rick’s ravishing hands, and I will be cross.” She flicked her hand down the front of the gown. “You have been warned.”