She bit her lip, causing me to drop down and press my lips to hers once again.
This time there was no fight at all in her, only surrender.
This kiss went on much longer than the first.
Her hands were roaming what she could reach of my back, and her legs tightened around my hips, holding my cock to her pussy.
“Tallulah,” she breathed.
“Is right there,” I told her.
“She might see.” She pressed a kiss to my jaw.
“She won’t,” I promised, rolling us in a quick roll that startled a squeak from her mouth.
The moment we were at the edge of the bed, I bodily lifted her with my hands on her hips, and deposited her on the floor. She gasped.
The t-shirt she’d been wearing was up around her ribcage, exposing half of her back to the cool wood floor.
The bed was now between us and Tallulah, obstructing the view in case she did, in fact, wake up.
Which I highly doubted since the meds we gave her not only helped her to breathe easier but also caused drowsiness.
“This isn’t a good idea.” She bit her lips, looking up at me with her hair scattered all around her head on the floor. “We could get into serious trouble. I need to graduate.”
I didn’t argue with her.
Instead, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling as I willed my cock to get under control.
It was just starting to get a bit under control when Tally’s soft body rolled over mine, and her mouth was on mine.
“Thought you didn’t want to get into trouble.”
“Fuck them and fuck that.”
I snorted and buried my hands into her hair, uncaring about the consequences.
“Only one night,” she declared. “This is the one and only time we pursue this.”
Yeah, right.
But I’d agree with her if that was what she needed to hear.
I’d set her straight later.
“Uh-huh,” I grunted, pushing up when her pussy started to grind into my erection.
Her hands went to the shirt she was wearing, and I watched in anticipation as she lifted it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of the closet that was right next to our heads.
The minute I saw her nipples, I was lost.
They were so pretty, and sweet.
Enticing.
Luscious.
I tilted my neck upwards, letting my tongue strike out and lash at her nipple in a single quick stroke.
She gasped and arched, before suddenly slamming her hands down onto my shoulders, forcing me away.
Well, force was too strong of a word.
She obviously wanted me to move away from them, but if I hadn’t actually lifted off of her, she wouldn’t have been able to move me away on her own.
“What?” I asked, belly tight as I looked at her pleasure-flushed face.
Her chest was heaving, and she looked like I’d already taken my use of her.
“You can’t,” she declared tightly, her hands going to her breasts.
My eyebrows rose.
“Why?” I asked curiously.
She bit her lip.
“My boobs—milk. It’s not a good idea.”
I looked at her, understanding dawning.
“It grosses you out?” I asked curiously.
She bit her lip, then shook her head. “No. Not necessarily. I just don’t want…”
With those first words, I dropped my head down, ignoring the way her hands tried to hold me in place, and went back to her breasts.
I didn’t suck—at least not enough to get anything flowing—but I did lick, bite, nip and tease.
Something she liked, even though she was trying to push my head away.
“You’re going to…” she stopped when I switched breasts, giving it the same attention that I’d paid to the other one.
This time I tasted the hint of her sweetness from within, so I backed off and licked instead of stimulating it any more.
I’d definitely explore that more thoroughly later, though, when she wasn’t so worried about what I might think.
This first time, however, was for exploration. For her to get to know my body and me to get to know hers. It was about our pleasure, and if it worried her what I would think if I accidentally tasted her breastmilk while devouring her breasts, then I’d give her the space she needed.
For now.
When she finally loosened her body, I broke away and reached up to the drawer beside the bed.
Her eyes became wary, and I grinned.
“Another storage spot,” I told her. “I don’t bring women back here.”
That was the truth.
I hadn’t had a woman in a while, but when I had, I took them to the clubhouse and not to my home.
I didn’t want them to get the wrong impression.
This thing with Tally, though, was anything but a fuck at the clubhouse.
This was a freakin’ dream compared to that.
Something that I wanted her to understand.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she said warily as I yanked out an unopened box.
I’ve never been so happy to have these sample boxes in my life.
The shipment of them had only come in three days before, and since I hosted a lot of parties at my place with the club, I won’t be leaving those suckers laying around. The boys would just help themselves.
And these fuckers weren’t cheap.
Hence the reason I put them away, in any available place I could get them out of the watchful eyes of others.
“It’s the best idea I’ve had all week,” I told her, ripping into the box.
The light from the bathroom was softly illuminating the area we were in, casting shadows over her face that made her look even more beautiful than she already was.
She eyed me warily when I pulled the strip of condoms out of the box and let them trail over her bared breasts as I tried to rip one off while holding myself off of her.
I didn’t want to crush her with my big body.
Something that she understood and took the long strip from me.
She tore three off, threw the rest into the corner next to my nightstand, and then removed one from the three she had in her hand.
She tore the package open with her teeth, her eyes lighting on the name of my clinic on the side before she smiled.
“Be safe?” she asked.
“Always,” I told her honestly.
I was a doctor.
There was literally a goddamned rule that said doctors couldn’t be stupid—or at least there should be.
I knew the consequences of unprotected sex, and seeing as she was a single mom pursuing a nursing degree, she obviously did as well.
Until we could both be sure that we were free of STDs—which I was positive we were—and she could tell me she could prevent a pregnancy—even if the thought of her pregnant with my child was all kinds of arousing—we were using condoms.
No ifs, ands or babies about it.
She bit her lip as I pushed my underwear down with one hand, and her eyes widened to saucers as she got her first look at my cock.
“It looks mean,” she murmured, her eyes going to mine.
I laughed.
“It’s hard and engorged with so much blood I’m not sure how much is left for the rest of my body,” I told her. “Of course, it looks mean.”
She grinned and tentatively placed her hand on it.
The moment her soft skin met my overheated dick, it jumped in her hand, causing her to release it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I rasped. “Touch me. Please.”
She did, placing her hand back on my cock as she licked her lips.