The Doctor She Always Dreamed Of by Wendy S. Marcus Page B

man she could leave without looking back.
    Done thinking, more than ready to get to the good stuff, Kira set out to show Derrick just how demanding she could be, using all of her strength to try to roll them over, so she could take control.
    â€œNuh-uh,” Derrick said, a large, heavy, immovable weight on top of her. “I’m in charge.” He kissed down the side of her neck.
    â€œYou see, that’s not going to work for me.” She struggled beneath him. “I like to be on top.”
    â€œTell me what you want,” he said, sliding down her body, setting a kiss on her clavicle before sliding lower. “What you need. I’ll take care of you.”
    â€œI want to be on top.” He didn’t seem to hear, apparently too busy giving her left nipple some attention. He sucked it into his hot, wet mouth, hard. Wow! Tingles of pleasure shot inward, straight to her core. “After you’re done with that, I mean.” No need to rush. The man was a master, an absolute master.
    â€œTell me what you need,” he said seconds before he sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Her body actually spasmed it felt so good.
    â€œOn top,” she said, having a difficult time focusing on anything but the absolute wonderfulness of his mouth. “Need to be on top.” The only way she could achieve orgasm with a man.
    â€œWhy?” He slid further down her body, his tongue leaving a cool, wet trail leading to her belly button, then lower.
    â€œI won’t come otherwise.” No reason to lie. She needed to come, needed release so bad she’d kill for it. Well...maybe not kill, but—
    He reached the elastic waistband of her leggings. “Oh, you’re going to come.”
    She appreciated his confidence, but—
    â€œFirst from my tongue.” He sat up, inserted a finger into her waistband at each hip. “Lift up.”
    In a move that was totally out of character, she did, without question, without argument.
    â€œGood girl.” He started to pull down her leggings. “The second time, you’ll come while I’m pounding into you. Sneakers.”
    She toed them off. “You’re a confident one, aren’t you?” Please God, if you’re listening, let him be telling the truth, let him have the skill to make his words a reality .
    He yanked the stretchy black fabric and her underwear over her ankles, tossing them to the side. “After that,” he pushed her bare legs apart, crawled in between them and laid down on his stomach, “you can come any way you want.”
    Then he was done talking, couldn’t talk if he’d wanted to, his mouth on her sex, feasting, devouring, ravenous. Fabulous. To say she’d never been on the receiving end of oral sex before would be a lie. But she’d never, ever, enjoyed it as much as she was enjoying it right then, the sensation unleashing a groan from the depths of her soul. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
    Kira bent her knees, lifted them, spread them even wider, giving him room. “That feels so good.” So very, very good. She rocked and twisted and pinched her own nipples. His tongue shot inside of her. “Yes.” She lunged up with her hips, needing to feel him deeper. “More.”
    He lifted his mouth.
    No!
    â€œYou have no idea how much I want to bury myself inside of you right now,” he said.
    â€œDo it. Please. I’m ready.” So ready. Past ready. Lord help her. Begging. She was actually begging...and couldn’t quite muster the energy to care.
    â€œNot yet.” He shoved a finger deep inside of her.
    â€œYes.”
    He moved it in and out. Added another one, so good.
    â€œMore,” she said, her voice not sounding like her own. “You wanted me to tell you what I need. I need more.”
    He gave it to her, setting his mouth on her again, even more aggressively than before, moving his head from side to side, licking,