Page 21 of Doctor’s Orders

His words make my heart flutter with hope. My silly, silly heart. My brain knows the reality of our situation, my silly heart still wants what it wants.

“How do you want me to make you come?” he asks.

“With your mouth,” I say.

He grins, then climbs onto the bed so we’re both kneeling. He kisses me. A long, thorough kiss that feels full of promises. Then he lays down on his back.

“Come here, sugar. Come and sit on my face.” He pats his chest.

I look at him like he’s grown an extra head. It’s not that I haven’t heard of this. I read romance novels for heaven’s sake. I guess I just thought that was something that exclusively happened in books. And probably porn.

His brows raise. “Problem?”

“I didn’t think that was a thing people actually did,” I say like an idiot.

He laughs. “Don’t give a shit about other people and what they’re doing. Just want you to ride my face.”

I suck in a breath because, sheesh, that’s hot.

“How are you this sexy?”

“Just lucky I guess.” He gives me a wolfish grin, then pats his chest again. “Face. Now.”

Well, I did say I wanted he wanted to give me. I crawl over to him and straddle his chest.

His eyes trail down my body. “So fucking beautiful.” He cups my boobs, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. Then his hands trail down my stomach. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. You’re glistening, you’re so wet.” His eyes glance up to mine. “That’s for me?”

I nod.

“Then bring it closer and let me taste it.”

I get up on my knees and “walk” myself up to his face. And he’s going to be smothered in all of me, thighs stuck to his ears and his nose will be who knows where.

“Are you sure? Because it seems like I’m just going to be surrounding you everywhere.”

“That’s what I want, Lizzie. I want to eat you up. That was one of my first thoughts that night at the bar. I saw you and I knew I wanted to make a meal of you and then have seconds. I want to be surrounded by your scent and your taste and the feel of your skin on mine. Now get your ass up here.”

He helps by wrapping his arms around the backs of my thighs. And then I’m lowering myself down to his mouth.

I’m so turned on, I’m surprised I’m not dripping on him.

“Fuck you smell good,” he groans. Then he pulls me all the way down.

He doesn’t just lick me, he legitimately eats me. Not with his teeth, but he’s ravenous. His lips and tongue feel like they’re everywhere.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

He fucks me with his tongue while his big hands grip the globes of my ass.

“I’m already close. Holy hell, Graham. You’re going to kill me.”

His fingers squeeze my butt, and he growls into my tender skin. Finally, his tongue travels back to my clit and it’s like I lose my mind. I rock against him with total abandon.

“Graham, oh yes, just like that.”

His tongue swirls around my clit again and again. Then he sucks it into his mouth.

I come apart, trying not to be too loud, but the orgasm is intense and seems to go on forever. When my body is finally still, save the rapid rising of my chest with my labored breathing, Graham nibbles on my inner thigh.