The Doctor's Secret Bride(118)

She worked her mouth over him, trying to take as much of him as she possibly could. It was pure rapture to watch her. He held her head steady and thrust into her hot mouth as she worshiped and loved him like no other woman had ever done, or ever would. Back and forth, up and down, she teased and caressed and tortured with her mouth and hands.

Erik felt his lungs constrict, cutting off vital air to his brain. His body tensed as divine pleasure exploded through him. “Michelle... I’m com...ing...”

His breath came in hard cutting gasps. He tried to push her head away and disengage from her mouth, but Michelle held him by his tight buns and locked her jaws around him. She sucked him urgently and vigorously until the volcano inside him erupted in a violent explosion.

Erik expelled a long, rumbling, animal sound that started way down in his belly then he emptied himself into her mouth. She glued her lips to him, milking him for all he was worth.

Some moments later, when all was quiet again, Michelle looked up at him and licked her lips with the satisfaction of a cat that had just eaten the unsuspecting canary.#p#分页标题#e#

Erik pulled her to her feet. “You greedy little minx. If I’d known you were so good, I would have let you go down on me a long time ago.”

Michelle smiled, kissed his lips, then her eyes opened in surprise when she felt him, still hard, pressing against her fat stomach. She had almost forgotten about his insatiable appetite. He was a multiple orgasmic man. One in a million. And he was all hers. She was the luckiest girl to ever walk the face of the earth. And to think she had almost lost him.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked in a strained voice.

“But you just—”

“I’ve just begun, my love. I plan to make love to you all night, Michelle Carter. We have a lot of lost time to make up. He bent and picked her up.

“I’m too heavy, Erik.”

“Never.”

Giggling against his shoulders, Michelle pointed the way.

In the bedroom, he stripped off the rest of his clothes then slowly helped her out of her dress, bra, and panties. He stared at her naked body. “You’re so beautiful.” He reached out and palmed her swollen, tender breasts, kneading them gently, twirling the hard peaks between his fingers.

“I’m fat and ugly.” She suddenly felt awkward and timid.

He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face to his. “You are more gorgeous than ever. And it’s because you carry a new life inside you.” His hand came down to caress her stomach. “This is the most precious gift a woman could give a man. To carry his seed inside her, to nourish it, love it, protect it with her life.” He sighed. “I’m so sorry I missed out on—”

Michelle placed a finger on his lips. “All that matters is that you’re here now, with me and our child. I have carried him, but you will bring him into the world. Yours will be the first face he sees. Yours will be the first hands that hold him. That will make up for anything you think you have missed out on.”

“I love you so much.” Gently, he lowered her to the bed and worshiped her body as she’d worshiped his. Only after he had taken her to the gates of paradise and back a few times, only after she clawed at him and begged him to take her, did Erik turn her on her side, position himself behind her, then slowly and carefully, entered her, one delicious, rigid inch at a time.

Their loving was slow, sweet, drawn-out, and intense. And when the waves of passion swelled beyond their control, they held each other tightly and rode the blissful currents to an awesome shuddering euphoric release.

A long time afterwards, while Michelle lay in Erik’s arms, she felt the need to have some questions answered. “Erik?”

“Yes, baby.” His voice was groggy, sleepy, his heart beating in a slow steady rhythm against the curve of her back.

“Were you sleeping with Bridget?”

“No. Never.” His arms tightened possessively and reassuringly about her.

“Then what was she doing at your house—”

“At midnight, five and a half months ago?”

“You knew?”

“Bridget just told me tonight. She recognized Yasmine’s number on Caller I.D.”

“I still don’t understand.”

His chest rose and fell behind her. “Mrs. Smith had come down with the flu. Mrs. Hayes was off visiting a friend in Florida. Mother was somewhere in the South of France. I had to go to Chicago for a conference. I was hard-pressed for someone to watch Precious. When Bridget offered to stay with her, I took her up on it.”

“You could have called me.”

“Michelle, I honestly thought of doing just that. It would have given me a reason to see you, talk with you, try to win you back.”#p#分页标题#e#