Doctor's Delight
invasion so easy, and when he pulled his
finger from her to slide the slickness against her perineum, she
could only grab his shoulders and squeeze tight.
    “You’re hot,
baby.” His lips scorched a path across her mouth to her throat. “So
sweetly hot.” The heel of his palm ground lightly down upon her
mound, and she felt the splintering inside her.
    Her breathing
was almost ragged, her nipples peaking, and when he dipped his head
and engulfed one hardened peak into his mouth, she thought she’d
die. He sucked strongly, each pull at her breast plucking strings
straight to her womb and beyond.
     
     

Chapter
Three
     
    Mellow with
friendship, and more than a little foxed with whiskey, Rick hadn’t
expected the surprise Tim had mentioned to be a woman with curves
to make a man’s mouth water. Normally he wouldn’t bed a strange
woman, but there was something about her that appealed to him in
his slightly inebriated state.
    Combine
loneliness, stress, a lot of whisky, and the gloom of a looming
date with The Barracuda, and it was not a good mix. So when he was
faced with this rather shy woman with the rubenesque figure and air
of mystery, he briefly wondered where his friend had found such a
surprise for him and threw caution to the wind. For this one night,
he was going to enjoy himself. A man who genuinely enjoyed the
company of the fairer sex, both in and out of bed, he’d been
without female company for a few months and this temptation in
front of him was most welcome.
    She was a
delight, a mixture of seduction and shyness. Molly Jones, if that
was her real name, was an enigma to be savoured, and savour her he
would. If he’d had his pants on, his shaft would have been burning
a hole through it.
    Within seconds
he had her creaming for him, her tight little vagina clamping down
on his fingers as she closed her eyes and arched under his expert
touch. Those bountiful breasts ached to be kissed, and he played
his tongue over the pink nipples, her every moan a balm to his ego,
heightening his own desire.
    Every
undulation of her full figure beneath his hands had his shaft
hardening even more, his blood pooling achingly in the hard length
until it was almost painful. Rolling on the condom with unusual
speed just added to the whole carnal atmosphere. When he swung over
her and settled himself between her soft thighs, it felt like
heaven.
    She opened her
eyes and he caught the glimpse of blue in them. The partially
opened bathroom door shed only enough light to make out dim
features, and it was titillating. Mysterious. It added eroticism to
the mystery of Molly Jones.
    “Tell me your
real name.” He kissed along her jaw line.
    “Not…in the
rules,” she panted.
    “There are no
rules.”
    “There is when
it comes to names.”
    “Woman of
mystery.” He rasped his tongue along the pulse in her throat,
feeling her arch beneath him, her rounded belly pressing his
erection between them with a delicious pain that had him
groaning.
    Tunnelling his
fingers in the thick wealth of hair that pooled on the pillow
beneath her head, he held her still while he kissed her, taking her
mouth almost brutally as he tasted her once more. Delicious. He
licked across her lips, evading her mouth when she arched for
another kiss, teasing them both by rocking his hips against her
softness.
    He felt her
shudder and lifted his head. “Oh no, love, you don’t get off
without me.”
    “I think I’m
going to die,” she moaned, her small foot running up the back of
his leg. “Please.”
    How could a
decent bloke ignore a plea like that? Shifting his hips, he felt
his erection slide through those curls, the sensation of them
brushing the engorged head of his shaft making his throat arch
back. When that engorged head slid between those moist lips
sheltering her secrets to finally lodge at the entrance to her
body, he thought he might very well die with her. Gritting his
teeth, he held still for several seconds.
    She didn’t help
when she

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