The Doctor's Secret Bride (1) (30 page)

Michelle’s emotions whirled and skidded into high gear at the metallic grate of his fly being unzipped.  He bent forward to remove his pants and briefs, and when he stood upright again, honoring her with a full view of his erection straining to the ceiling, heavy and thick against his tight belly, she swallowed the ache of love in her heart.

He was hers.  Truly hers.  She’d come clean about her father and he’d forgiven her, freeing her to love him uninhibitedly.  There were no shadows over her heart tonight.

“Now, where were we?”  His eyes impaled her as his magnificent body came closer to the bed.

“Right here.”  Michelle placed her hand on her quivering stomach.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The mattress sagged as he lowered his weight next to her.  Supporting his body on one elbow, he traced his fingers slowly down her body from the valley between her breasts to the apex of her quivering thighs.  She moaned softly as his fingers slid across the Brazilian waxed area of her groin.

“Yes, this is exactly where we were.”  He pressed the heel of his palm into the smooth mound of her pleasure box, teasing the sensitive knob of her clitoris before parting the flesh and sliding a finger inside her moistness.

Michelle gasped as his finger began to slide magically back and forth inside her.  She dug her nails into his arms and squeezed her thighs, afraid of the strength of her own passion.  While his fingers wreaked havoc between her legs, he lowered his head and sucked on her breasts again, only much more gently this time as if he wanted to savor the taste and feel of her in his mouth.   She groaned when his lips trailed down the hollow of her throat, drizzling feathery kisses on her skin as he continued to strum her with two fingers, now.   Her insides clamped around him.  “Please, Erik...”

“Please what?”

“Take me, now.  I want to feel you pumping away inside me.”  She reached out to clasp his sex that was pressing urgently against her thigh.

He sprang out of her reach.  “Not yet.  I want to enjoy you, feel you fall apart in my mouth.”

Michelle shuddered as his lips started down the slope of her body, leaving a fiery trail of desire everywhere he touched.  He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton then dragged it south.  When his mouth neared her garden of delight, he pulled his fingers from inside her, nuzzled her clitoris with his nose and inhaled deeply.  “Sweet.”

He spread her thighs, settled between them, and pinned them to the mattress with his arms.  He grinned wickedly up at her as he used the pad of his thumbs to expose her completely to him.  He blew his hot breath on her sensitized clit; he flicked her gently with the tip of his tongue, then grazed her ever so lightly with his wet lips.  Over and over again, he repeated the agonizing foreplay until she began to writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy.

Michelle clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that erupted from her throat as firecrackers seemed to explode beneath every inch of her skin.  “Erik,” she cried as she burst into flames that consumed her for what seemed like an eternity.  Eventually, she went limp on the mattress, her body jerking around like livewire.

But he wasn’t done with her, yet.  He dragged his tongue downward from her clit, probed the sensitive area just below it for agonizingly tense moments before he plunged it deep inside her.  He covered her completely with his mouth, clamping his lips about her and explored the hot depth of her passion, pulling the copious liquid from the reservoir of her desire.

She cried out his name again as the passion lashed at her.  He passed his hands under her and cupped her buttocks.  Pulling her into his face, he rammed his tongue in and out of her and lapped up the molten lava coursing from her squirming body.  The primal animal sounds coming from deep in his throat coaxed her onward and upward to another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Come again, wife.  One last time for your husband.”

Michelle moaned as her body began to vibrate, as desire pumped through her veins, hurling her beyond the point of sanity.  She exploded into a million sensitized pieces.

Erik kept his mouth glued to her until she stopped shaking.  Then and only then, did he withdraw his lips from her.  The scented heat of her soft flesh was so intoxicating it made him lightheaded.  He rose above her like a dark and powerful lord with a single purpose in mind—to enjoy his lubricious booty.

He retrieved a small packet from the lamp table and tried to rip it open.  The damned thing wouldn’t give.   It was the first time in his life he would use a condom, and he hoped it fit and held.  He didn’t want to, but Michelle had warned him that she might be ovulating.  Michelle wanted to have his babies and he would love nothing more than to see her little belly swollen with his child.  She was already his wife, but it wasn’t time for babies.

Coitus interruptus crossed his mind, but Erik knew when the time came, he would not have the strength or the desire to leave her.

“Let me help,” Michelle murmured dreamily as she watched him fumble with the foil.  She took it from his unsteady hands and ripped it open with her teeth and fingers.

He chuckled.  “You’re an expert at this, huh, Mrs. LaCrosse?”

“I’ve had practice.”  She smiled as she held his turgid erection in her hand and somehow between them, they got the rubber on.  She brushed his hand away and smoothed it down to the base.  Instead of letting him go, she began to pump him in her palm, sending electrical shocks spinning through him.

“You’re so hot and pulsing and hard as a rock, my husband,” she said on a girlish giggle.

“Then prepare to be rocked hard, my tight hot wife,” he responded on a throaty laugh.

Damn, he didn’t know sex could be this much fun, that he could speak uncouthly in the bedroom.  Cassie had been extremely conservative, almost puritan, the very opposite of the current woman in his bed who’d turned him into a bad, bad boy who deserved a spanking, he thought with wild excitement as he came down over Michelle and spread her thighs wide apart.

He grunted when she eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around his shoulders, leaving her lower body open and vulnerable to him.

It was a sweet act of divine submission.

He loved it.

He loved her
.

Erik held her eyes as he guided his shaft to her moist entrance.  They both inhaled sharply at the contact, as if they were touching for the first time.  He knew it would be like this every time they made love.  His heart swelled with the knowledge.

He placed his hands on the pillow on either side of her head and drew closer, pressing his arms against her thighs.  He wanted to take it slowly and savor every delicate thrill of her tight body encasing him.  He wanted to hear every little sigh, every infinite sob, but the fervent heat in his manhood wouldn’t let him.  His mouth captured hers as he surged fluently into her, pushing ambitiously onward and upward until he felt the sensitive head of his cock lock tightly against the opening of her cervix.  Another powerful thrust of ownership took him into her womb.

It was a raw act of ultimate possession.

And he was making no apologies.

Finally, she had all of him.   “You’re mine.  Only mine,” he groaned against her mouth.

She whimpered and began to pant and tremble at the rude and deep invasion.  He felt her insides tighten around him like smooth, wet velvet.  She was so small, so hot and tight, he closed his eyes against the intense pleasure, his heart hammering as his breath caught in his throat.

He captured her face in his hands and his tongue swerved into her mouth as he began to move inside her.  He rode her slowly, coming all the way out and then thrusting possessively back into her.  Again and again he slammed into her, rotating his hips and flexing his buttocks, repeating the exquisite assault until their bodies were in glorious harmony with one another.

The sensual heat of ageless mating consumed them, body, mind, and soul, pushing them higher and higher until the precipice of delight was breached.  Erik didn’t want to leave her, ever.  He wanted to remain like this, hard hot flesh sheathed securely inside silky hot flesh for all eternity.  This was love, pure and explosive.

Time literally stopped moving as Erik and Michelle labored lethargically in the glory of their passion-filled lovemaking.  Her world was filled with him.  His was filled with her.  Nothing else mattered.  Nothing, but what they presently shared.  Nothing, but what they gave to each other.  Nothing, but what they received in return.  This was what love was all about—giving and taking.  And they each gave in turn, just as much, then more than they received.

Michelle gasped in a continuous flow of sweet agony as the powerful impact of Erik’s masterful thrusts raced through the core of her body and spiraled through to her throbbing heart.  She was acutely aware of every millimeter of his thick length, every muscle, every ripple, as he pumped in and out of her.

Her tender nipples pressed intimately into the damp hairs of his chest as electrical shocks scorched through her body.  She stroked the strong tendons in the back of his neck and ran her fingers down the damp, slick muscles of his back and across his tight flexing buttocks, urging him on as he filled her with an amazing sense of heavy completeness.

Her moans were deep and guttural as she moved intimately and subtly beneath him.  And as sweat poured from their bodies, she succumbed to the erotic pleasure he stirred in her soul.

“Erik...  Erik...  Don’t stop.  Don’t ever stop...”

But all good things, Michelle knew too well, eventually came to an end.  Her movements became wild and frenzied and she bucked with uncontainable ecstasy as the tremors of another climax began in the deepest parts of her being.  The powerful vibrations spread to her toes and she curled them to capture the fiery sensation, not wanting to surrender to the explosions.  It was too sweet.  “Not yet....  Not yet...”

“Let it go, Michelle,” Erik rasped against her mouth, his hot, racy breath mingling with hers, their lips and tongues intertwined like their limbs.  He couldn’t hold out any longer.  He felt her tensing, tight as a bowstring as she pulled him along with her into the vortex of blissful splendor.

“Come with me.  Let’s ride the wave together, my sweet, beautiful Michelle.”

“Yes...  Oh, yes...  Yes....  Ahhh...  Ahhh...  Hmmm....”

Her quivering body arched upward to meet his final, desperate thrusts.  Her limbs locked about him, and she hung there, suspended as she felt the raging heat of passion rising in her like the hottest fire, washing over her, pulling her into an undertow so primitive and violent that it clouded her brain.  She abandoned herself to the whirl of inebriating pleasures that rippled between her thighs and leaped through her system.

Erik shouted something in her ears, and as she quivered, teetering on the edge of the powerful eruption, she felt him tense within her, pouring his seed into the thin sheath of protection.  Animal-like grunts rumbled from his throat as he collapsed on her, crushing her into the wet sheets, his huge body trembling with the shuddering release.

Michelle held him as her tender muscles milked him, relishing the pulsing tremors of his orgasm deep inside her body.  His mouth was buried against her throat, and as she lay in the haven of his love, she began to sob.

Michelle wept, because Erik had told her that he loved her.

Her brain may have been numbed from the floodtide of passion, and he may have been engrossed in the throes of his earth-shattering orgasm, but the words had melted into her heart and soul, just as distinctly as his flesh had melted into her.

“
I love you, Michelle.”

Michelle thought it would be a long, long while before she heard those words from him.  They rang in her ears, loud and clear.  She dragged her legs from his shoulders and dropped them to the mattress.

He left her briefly and went into the bathroom.  When he returned, he spooned her against his hard warm body and spread the covers over them.  He said not a word.  With a deep, satisfying contentment, Michelle liberated her mind and soul to those four precious words and drifted off with Erik into blissful oblivion, their exhausted bodies so tightly intertwined, it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

***

“Daddy, are you and Michelle going to have a baby?”

Erik stopped dead in his tracks on the beach where he and Precious were taking an early morning jog.  He tried to maintain his composure as he stared at her in dazed exasperation.

His chest heaved from the exertion of his run, and from his daughter’s left-fielded question.  He bent forward, resting his hands on his knees.  “Where’d that come from?”

“I saw you kissing Michelle.”

“When?”

“Last night in the living room.”

Erik cursed inwardly.  “Precious Rebecca LaCrosse,” he growled,  “you were supposed to be in bed.  Why were you sneaking around in the middle of the night spying on Michelle and me?”

“I wasn’t spying, Daddy.  I was thirsty and just wanted some water.”

“What else did you see?”

“Nothing.  I went back upstairs when I saw you.  I’m sorry, Daddy.”  She sniffled as tears pooled in her eyes.

Erik cursed again for yelling at her and getting her all upset.  After all, it wasn’t her fault.  He was the adult here.  He should have known better than to be carrying on like a horny teenager getting his first piece of tail on the living room sofa with a child in the house.

More annoyed with himself than with Precious, he sighed angrily and started an irritated walk toward the cottage.  After a few moments, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder to see Precious slowly following him, her head low, her shoulders drooped and tears running down her cheeks.  His heart took a giant leap to his throat.

He knelt on the sand and held out his arms.  She immediately ran to him, burying her wet face against his chest.  He curled his fingers into her soft hair.  “It’s okay, baby.  Daddy’s sorry.  I shouldn’t yell at you.  You didn’t do anything wrong.”  He held her until her sobs quieted then he took her small hand in his, gave her a wide grin, and continued on to the cottage.