“Doctor, I think it can be simple. And pleasurable.” One of his hands moved up, a featherlight finger, tracing her labia, in almost a tickle, which allowed her to retain a few brain cells.
“And your pleasure, Mr.Locke?”
His answer was one clever finger and then another dipping into her wet heat. Even though she knew what to expect, the intrusion surprised her, and she leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders. His face was close now, and his lips were so tempting. She realized it would be pure torture to obey the no kissing rule.
Instead of wallowing over what she couldn’t have, Tessa decided to focus on what he was giving her right now.
The way he caressed and teased her, made her bite her lip. When he started to dip deeper inside, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning.
“Ah, Doctor. Hearing such sweet sounds from you makes me greedy for more. But the question is, do you want more from me?”
Without waiting for her answer, he started spreading her fluids around her clit, thrumming the bundle of nerves at a maddening, unsteady rhythm. The way she gripped Locke’s muscled body prevented herself from leaning forward into him and helped to keep her balance.
When his touch softened a bit, bringing her back from the edge, Tessa opened her eyes, questions about to pour from her lips, but was unable to utter a word.
“Do you want more, Doctor?” She almost screamedyes, moving her hips against his hand as an uncontrollable response. “You look like you do, but I need you to tell me.”
At that point, she would have begged. “Yes. Please, yes. I want more.”
The way her breathless words lit up his face made her wonder if he was a voyeur to be able to sit there, focusing solely on her pleasure, when it was clear that his body was on the edge. The faint sheen on his forehead, and the breath hissing from his clenched teeth were revealing.
“Ditch the shirt, Doctor. Now.”
Tessa hesitated for just a second. After all, his fingers were deep inside her, what was more skin? Straightening on his lap, she fought against the buttons until deciding to pull the silk garment over her head and throw it to the floor. From her position, she noticed the impressive bulge pushing against his jeans. Tempted, Tessa put her hand on it, squeezing a little. His groan made her core tremble even more. Damn, this man was sex on a stick. A lust drug.
“I can’t wait to push myself deep into you, but not now. What I crave is for you to come on my fingers. Slide forward, Doctor.”
Uncertain what he was asking, she wiggled her butt closer to his hips, and he ordered her to put both hands behind her back on his knees. Exposed and incredibly vulnerable, Tessa was tempted to resume her initial position when his thumb drew circles around her clit. His free hand followed the curve of her hip, splayed on her round stomach, making its way between her breasts.
Tessa swallowed hard as pleasure started mounting again. Locke had almost complete access to her, and she remained in place only due to his promise of pleasuring her until she lost her mind. Once more, his fingers slid into her wet sheath, but this time, he crooked a finger, rubbing her sweet spot hard, while the palm of his hand crushed the overstimulated bundle of nerves.
The speed of his hand increased, all she could hear was the sloshing sound of her juices and the whooshing of her frantic heart in her ear.
She was about to lose herself when pleasure made her body tense and she couldn’t help but scream. She felt his hand on her stop exploring, avoiding her aching breasts. Not that she needed more stimulation, but she couldn’t help herself and cupped them, pulling at her nipples. Tessa saw Locke through a haze, a smug smile on his lips, his hands firmly in place, and now even increasing the pressure once more, especially his fingers rough against her g-spot. One of her hands went down, circling his wrist as if to halt the movement.
“I can’t … not another one. I’m too sensitive.”
In answer, he took her hand and placed it back on her breast. Two fingers now rubbed a maddening, endless circle, and to her utter surprise, the wave rose deep in her belly again.
“There you are.” His voice was so low, a mere rumble, sending shivers throughout her body. “Play with those magnificent nipples of yours. Tug at them until you feel a hint of pain. Like that.”
She followed his command blindly, as he led her once more to the sweetest precipice.
Lungs burning, Tessa leaned forward, sensing her impending fall, and gripped his free arm. Immediately he circled her hips, bringing her forward, trapping his hand even tighter between them, bringing her to a fevered pitch.
Without thinking, Tessa sought his mouth, but he turned his head at the last moment, reminding her of his rule. One she found more and more difficult to obey. With his offered neck, she instead licked and bit the corded tendon. Lapping at the increasing pulse she could feel under her tongue—the sound of his pure pleasure made her tumble over the edge.
“You are perfection, Doctor.”
Those were the last words she heard as her body spasmed into an overflow of pleasure and shut down.
