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I thought it was hard as possible before I got it in my mouth, you know the velvet over steel sensation you get when you stroke a willing cock, but boy, was I wrong. It hardened even more one I put my lips on it and laved it.

  Drops of pre-cum, that essence of salty male, hit my tongue as I drew him deeper into my mouth.

  Alistair tugged hard on my hair. “As much as you give the most superb head ever, I want to come inside your cunt this time, love.” His voice was so guttural I had to strain to hear. But I got the gist, and oh so slowly moved my lips from his prick until I let it go with a gentle—and wet—plop.

  I licked my lips and bit the bottom one, just for a second. He watched the action as I did it again and groaned.

  “So fucking hot.”

  “Now let’s see who can get naked first. First one gets to choose top or bottom.” That was a bit unfair of me, because I could get out of my skirt and knickers in one long pull down, but he’d have to get his jeans around a hard on and get his shoes off. Even though I had no intention of winning—I was too horny and eager to see just what he thought a good fuck-fest was—the teasing might heat things up even more.

  He grinned.

  “I’m gonna have you every which way, darling doc. Every bloody way, my pet. If not tonight, over time. We will fuck and make love this way, that a way, every bloody way. In your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth. Your mouth around me, your fingers playing with my ass. Tied up in the bath, on the table, or outside. Whatever we both want. This is a partnership. Sir and sub. Yes?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “First though.” The bugger grabbed both my hands and held them high in the air in one of his. Stretched up on tiptoe without a free hand I was powerless to do anything. He meanwhile toed off his shoes and with a wriggle and a tug had his jeans around his ankles.

  One foot and leg emerged jean-less, and he chuckled.

  “Now we’re about even. Ready, steady…” He released my hands. “Go.”

  He was naked except for that fake but still sexy nipple ring before my skirt got past my knees.

  “You win, oh lord and master. What now?”

  “This.”

  This was an assault on my senses. A sweet, sexy, hot, and prolonged assault.

  Every fucking sweaty second of it.

  If you had told me I would ever get the chance for such a marvelous lovemaking session, I’d probably have laughed.

  Before. Not now.

  Alistair lifted me onto the bed, put me flat on my back, and crawled between my legs.

  He kissed my pussy and laved my nether lips, and my channel until I was darned about to go over. I thrashed from side to side and clutched two large handfuls of sheet.

  The tiny nip to my clit had me ready to come and then—

  He moved.

  Moved away.

  You know that sense of disappointment you get when someone shows you what you crave and then snatches it way before you even get a taste or a touch? That hit me like a ton of bricks, and I stiffened, amazed how swiftly it washed through me.

  “Condom,” Alistair said in a husky voice. “Before I forget and get carried away with my need to be in you.”

  “Shall I?”

  He shook his head. “I daren’t let you. I’d come at first touch. Next time, and the time after, and…” He twisted to pick up the packet, and then I saw it.

  On his ass. A tiny tattoo. Of a demon.

  Oh my, yes.

  Did I moan? Probably. He tore open the wrapping with a rustle.

  “Ready?”

  More than.

  “Oh yes.”

  I had no idea that watching a man protect us could be such a sodding turn-on. He stroked the prophylactic down his length and looked at me.

  “Darling doc, I can’t promise anything but a short, hard fucking this time. I’ve dreamed about loving you and making you mine. The kink is such an amazing bonus. I’m humbled to find you desire me that way, as I do you. But as I hope to be your Sir, I also yearn to fill you and watch your face as you come now. Licking every salty, aroused inch of you.”

  He put my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself with his sheathed cock almost at my pussy.

  “Entering you slowly … like this.” He angled his dick and edged it slowly forward.

  He was big. Hard and big.

  Thank God I knew all about how a woman is made to accommodate a guy. I sighed. Moaned and welcomed his hardness and his heat.

  Beats a rabbit or a bullet any time.

  Alistair took his time as he inched into me.

  “You, my pet, my darling doc, are perfect. I want all of you. Every last bit of…” He thrust hard. “You.”

  I pinched his nipples, put my ankles around his shoulders, and tightened my grip on him.

  Then he moved. He rode me fast then slow, hard and gentle, and yeah, I matched him every thrust, every pause. When he bent his head and bit my nipples I screamed with pleasure-pain.

  I can honestly say I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked.

  I was floating, sweaty and ready. Every inch of me tingled, and even my bones ached. I wanted to come, I had to come, but not until…

  “Come for me, love. I’ve got to come, come with me.”

  I needed no more encouragement. His cock did the ready to let go surge, and I just let go as he shuddered in me and around me.

  We came together with a roar loud enough to start an avalanche on the nearest Ben.

  My stupid semi-coherent thought, was thank goodness the snow had melted.

  ****

  When I came to enough to think “wow”, Alistair was sprawled on top of me, and I appeared to be caressing his ear.

  Ah well. He rolled off—dammit, I liked us as we were—and stroked my cheek. “Two minutes to get shot of the used condom, pet, and well, I don’t know about you?” He paused and did that sexy raise one eyebrow guy thing.

  “Round two?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Wanna go on top?”

  Oh boy, did I ever.

  This time it was as good as before. Different even though I rode him the way he’d ridden me. Hot, horny, exciting, but sadly we didn’t last as long.

  Even shorter the third time.

  By round five—evidently the rumors about staying power were true—we barely made it past the basic in out three thrusts and let’s come.

  That’s when I fell asleep with my lover in my arms.

  I’m damned sure that as he said he loved me again and again I replied, and I said I love you back. Every time.

  Well, I hope I did.

  A love fest adds so much more to the meaning of a fuck fest. I can say that with authority now.

  ****

  “You do know since we’ve made love you’ll have to make an honest man of me,” he said solemn and straight-faced. “After all, making love is something very special.”

  My mouth dropped open. God almighty, was that a proposal? “Er,” I stuttered, and he winked. “Are you asking me to marry you? The whole orange blossom and flouncy dress scenario?” My heart nearly burst and I sat on my hand so I didn’t pump the air and shout “yes oh bloody hell yes”. I was going to be dignified and—sod that.

  “Yes. When? How, where, who will come, can it be small, and not a bun-fest for luvvies, and what made you decide, and—oomptft.”

  He’d put his hand over my mouth.

  “We both never say anything we don’t mean.” He paused. “I do love you, darling doc. Why so sudden? I honestly have no idea. I just know I saw you and thought, I’ve found her. The woman who will make my life complete. It hit me so hard, I got off the tram without knowing who you were. I got on the next one and asked at the park and ride if anyone had seen you, but no luck. I was about to try and set a private detective to work when one of the crew described the doctor she’d been to see and I wondered … so I came and it was you, and well, as they say in all the books, the rest is history. I love you, Sandy. Can it be the start of our history?” He got out of bed, went down on
one naked leg, and took my hand.

  He should have looked stupid. He didn’t.

  “Can it?”

  Well, there’s only one answer to that now, isn’t there?

  I wanted to cry with happiness. I didn’t. After all who wanted a watering pot to sniff yes? My heart was bursting with love, and yeah, like all the good soppy books I heard music. No, it wasn’t one of our phones; it was all in my mind.

  “Oh yes. Yes, please. My love. My life, my lover, my Sir.”

  We celebrated with hot sex, squirty cream, the sponge, and toothbrush—used by me this time—and lots of laughter. We never did tell our twins about all of the night they were conceived.

  Before you all tut-tut about safe sex and me a doctor, let me say we did practice what I preach. But no one can foresee a droopy condom, now can they? Not even a doctor.

  Sadly, I’m not omnipotent.

  Some things are best kept to ourselves.

  And the twins are worth it.

  The End

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