Renaissance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 5) (19 page)

He looked down at her, no longer smiling.  “Why don’t you lay back on the bed there, Ms. Daniels.”

She slid her body back to the middle of the bed, ready for his examination to begin.

His eyes were glued to the separated robe now perfectly framing her breasts and showing off her dark pink thong.  His fingers went to the snap of his jeans where he popped open the button at the top.

He licked his lips and moved closer.

What a sight it was to see him towering over her, crawling further onto the bed.  Kneeling his legs between hers, he slowly leaned down and brought one hand next to her on the bed to hold himself up.  The other went to her stomach where he lightly rubbed his large hand from one side of her rib cage to the other. The tickling sensation of this fingers pushed the final remnants of the robe out of the way, causing it to brush lightly against the sides of her breasts and arms.  Finally, it fell off her shoulders. 

Goose bumps rose from her skin.  His hand never touched her breasts, just lightly skimmed underneath each globe, creating delicious tingles everywhere. 

He leaned down further, this time resting both forearms on either side of her torso letting part of his weight rest on her.  His fingers lightly skimmed the sides of her, and her nipples tightened even more, elongating and reaching toward him.  They burned for him.  She felt his breath over her heart, where he dropped a sensual open mouthed kiss.  Then both hands found her breasts where they softly plucked at her nipples, her rings, her areolas...

She closed her eyes and let out a breathy sound. 

His hands stayed where they were, while his mouth kissed all around her heart, her ribs, her belly button, back to her neck.  He finally moved his hands back down to her sides but now rested more weight on top of her, rubbing his chest with hers, her rings bumping into his muscles, his heat scorching her.

He was watching her and whispered, “Perfect.”

She
felt
perfect.  He made her feel so cherished.  He was everything she’d ever wanted, needed.  She took her time and ran her hands up his arms to his back, loving the feel of him over her.  Everything was in slow motion, every gorgeous feeling magnified because of how intentional his movements were.

One of his hands moved down her side, cupping her ass then her knee, and he lifted it to wrap around his hip.  His fingers deliberately felt behind her knee.  “Your pulse is erratic, Ms. Daniels.”  His face was nuzzled close to hers.

“That’s because I’ve been waiting for this examination for a long time, Doctor.”

“Hm.  Then let’s get started.”  He kissed the side of her mouth.  Then the other side.  Then the bow of her lips.  He leaned back slightly to hook both hands into the waistband of her thong.  Looking her in the eye she wiggled her hips to give him the green light, and he eased the scrap of lace down over her hips, then her ass, and then finally all the way off.  He left it on the bed and stared at the aroused and pouting lips between her legs.

She was waxed clean as she had been for years now.  Having hair in the way of the hardware was never a fun experience so she’d learned early on to always be bare.  She felt slick and wet, all of her folds rubbing erotically against each other. now moving her hips again to get his attention.

His face was flushed, his chest rose and fell with deep and quick breaths, and he finally moved his gaze to hers.  “You’re just going to have to be patient, Ms. Daniels, because I need to take my time with this examination.”  He swallowed and looked between her legs again.  “And I think my heart just stopped.”

She smiled coyly, enjoying the look on his face.  She felt so alive and squirmed some more under his watchful eye.

“If you keep squirming like that, I’m just going to back up and start all over.”

Lord, she would explode if he started all over.  “I’m just waiting for this examination to get under way, Doctor.” She had no idea where her bravery had come from, but she was embracing it.

He smirked and placing both of his hands behind her knees, he pushed them back toward her chest, opening her wide.

Her eyelids got heavy and she watched him give her a sexy survey with his eyes.

“Do you remember where that other pulse point was, Ms. Daniels?  Show me where it is so I can see if you found it correctly.”

She tossed him a ‘come hither’ smile, and slowly ran her hands down her inner thighs stopping at her glistening core.  She was so ready for him.  Her fingers pressed just outside her labia and massaged the wetness there.

He watched her fingers intently.  “Very close.  Let me help direct you,” he said with that incredible rumble in his voice.

Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest, she was so aroused, and just then he leaned his face down between her legs, now only a whisper away from her fingers.

“It’s actually right here,” he said quietly.  “This is the femoral artery.”  He kissed her softly, just an inch or two from her fingers.

She let out a relieved breath, loving the feel of his lips so close to where she wanted him.  “Oh,” she murmured.  “Thanks for clarifying,” she whimpered.

“Mm, you’re welcome.”  His hands moved to under her ass and lifted her slightly.

A strangled sound escaped her as he ran his lips to her fingers, sucking one into his mouth.  The sensation of his tongue and slick mouth around her middle finger, coupled with his warm breath near her clit was too much.  He was so close.  Just one more inch and he’d be –

“Ahh,” she groaned because he’d released her finger and nipped all around her labia.  “Drew,” she whispered, her voice taking on a begging quality with her hands now moving to cup his face. 

“Hm?”  Other than the robe resting around her on the bed, she was completely naked under him, watching his facial expression as he looked down at her, nestled comfortably between her legs.

Rubbing his lips on her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving the area where she really wanted his mouth, he made an appreciative sound.  He was taking too long.  She needed him there.

She rotated her hips and he looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eye.  “Is my examination taking too long?”

“Yes,” she nearly yelled.

He smiled, his mouth now moving another inch closer gripping her smooth labia between his teeth.  He let go of her and brushed his lips over her clit only to keep moving to the other side where he gripped the other nether lip into his mouth.

She nearly shot up off the bed.  She was beginning to sweat, her body so ready for sweet release.

And then he was on her, licking her clit into his mouth, sucking gently.

She gasped and moaned, moving her hips into him, feeling the sweet and rushing build of tension that was burning so intensely.  Her head thrashed, her hands now fluttering around his head, not knowing where to grip.

He grabbed them and held them down while he increased the pressure of his tongue, pushing his shoulders higher and lifting her legs to open wider.  She felt the soft scrape of his goatee on the sensitive area and then his lips and tongue sucked harder, making her cry out. 

“Drew, Drew,” she chanted as she climbed higher and higher, the feelings so powerful, somewhere between the greatest pleasure and the most exquisite pain.

“Talk to me,” he coaxed, his lips still on her.

Her body bowed up and then her legs stiffened.  “Drew!  Don’t stop,” she keened.

And then her world shattered, lights exploding behind her eyelids pulsing energy all around her.

The suction of his mouth held on as another wave crashed into her, causing her hips to buck.  She couldn’t think clearly; nothing made sense in her brain except the feel of him and the most intense orgasm of her life at the mouth of this man.  Mewling like a very satisfied kitten, she drifted slowly back down, floating until her hips finally relaxed.  She was dragging in large gulps of air, still seeing spots before her eyes.

Drew slowly moved up to his knees and began undoing his jeans.  She made eye contact with him and was nearly incinerated by his look.  His mouth was glistening from her climax.

“This examination isn’t nearly over, Ms. Daniels.”  He continued loosening his jeans, showing a very impressive erection behind the denim. 

Her eyes moved to that hardened piece that would soon be hers.  “I can help with that,” she said, licking her lips.  Leaning up, her hands tangled with his to push his jeans down past his hips.  He was wearing black boxer briefs, tented from his reaction to her.  She couldn’t help herself and wrapped her hands around his erection still under the stretched cotton.

He hissed and she looked up at him.  He was breathing heavily, licking his lower lip while staring into her.

“You make me lose my mind,” he practically growled.

Good. 

She leaned forward and nuzzled her face on him, kissing him lightly through the cloth.

He let out a forceful breath and his hands tangled in her hair.  She looked up at him, his lust fueled eyes connecting with hers, watching her.  She kept her face where it was and let her hands skim up over his ass until she found the elastic waistband.  Then she pulled it down, his cock now free from its confined space and bouncing happily toward her lips.

She purred, a sound of pure satisfaction.  He was gorgeous.  Long and thick, and the color of creamy coffee, with a drop of excitement on his slightly pink top just waiting for her to take a lick.  He made her mouth water.  He was so much larger than her ex and she knew he would stretch her.

She moved her face forward to find his pulse point right next to the base, lightly nibbling there and feeling his heartbeat, smelling his musky scent.

His fingers flexed in her hair, gripping it tighter.

She smiled, moving her lips and tongue slowly up the base, nipping and sucking until she reached the top where she swiped his tip with her tongue, capturing the drop there.

She heard his breath above her and loved the fact that he was breathing heavily for
her.
  It was a heady experience to cause a man like him to lose his breath.  He’d made her come once and she couldn’t wait to pay him back.  She couldn’t
wait
.

Finally wrapping her lips around him, she pushed her mouth down until she was filled with him.  She sucked, allowing the insides of her mouth to tighten and swallow.

He moaned and she continued sucking and swallowing, moving her hands so one was gripped around his base and the other cupped his sac.

“God,” she heard him say above her.  She needed to see him and lifted her eyes.  He was watching her, his eyes on fire.  She didn’t stop, now adding a stroke and twist to her hands and his eyes closed in ecstasy.

She pushed her mouth down farther, taking him deeper and his fingers gripped harder in her hair. 

Almost there, Doctor.  Almost there.

She sucked him with all her might and swallowed him down as far as she could, letting her hands continue their ministrations.  She could feel him practically vibrating in her mouth.  So she sucked then swallowed.  Sucked, swallowed.  Sucked, swallowed.

“Tiff,” he gasped out.  “Wait.”

But she didn’t.  She kept at him.

“Wait,” he gritted out between his teeth.  He pulled at her hair gently but firmly, and pulled her off.  She grappled with his hands, her need to finish him off visceral, but he had other plans and landed on his back quickly, his jeans and boxer briefs still around his knees. 

He was chuckling at their tangled hands, but a flush was on his cheeks.  He was so damn patient, it was killing her.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.  She nearly screamed for two reasons:  one, they were finally going to have sex, but two, she
so
didn’t want to use a condom.

“I’m on the pill,” she blurted out.

He stopped ripping the foil and looked at her.

She continued quickly.  “I’ve been on the pill for years, and I made Richard wear a condom after I suspected he was cheating.  He didn’t want to, but since he didn’t want kids I made up the excuse that it would be more foolproof than the pill, but I’ve been tested many times just to be sure, and I promise I’m clean –”

He reached his hand up to touch her cheek, curling his fingers into her hair, quieting her.  “Did you want kids?”

His question took her off guard and she felt the prick of tears.  She nodded, blinking her eyes madly.  “Just not with him,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you didn’t have kids with him.”

“Do you want kids?” Tiffany asked.  Then she blushed.  “I mean, not necessarily with me, but in general?”  She cringed at the inelegant way she’d asked the question.

He looked at her with such a look of possessiveness, she held her breath.  Touching her lip with his thumb, he murmured, “I would love to have kids.  And you would be a phenomenal mom.” 

She cupped his thumb and nipped at it.

“I’m clean too,” Drew finally said.  “But I know we haven’t talked things through yet, so for now we can use a condom.”

She felt awkward asking since he’d just ended it with Katrina, but she couldn’t help herself.  “You and Katrina always used protection?”