Page 24 of A Very Grumpy Veterinarian
“Put me down!”I gasp.“You’ll hurt yourself!”
Wells laughs against my skin.“Pearl, you’re not fat.You’re fucking perfect.You’re every man’s walking wet dream.You’re my fantasy.”
His words loosen the self-conscious anxiety riding me, and I relax, letting him cradle my weight.
He lays me on the bed.“Do you trust me, Pearl?”
I nod instantly.
“Good, that’s really good, Pearl.”
I lick my lips, and he sucks in a deep breath.
“I need you to trust what I’m saying,” he says slowly.“You, all of you, is so damn beautiful.You make my mouth water.These curves?These thick thighs?You have no idea how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about them, thinking about you wrapped around me.”
“Really?”
“Every night since I met you.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
His eyes flicker with vulnerability.“I didn’t want to push you away.I have no idea what I’m doing.I’ve never dated, never wanted to.Not until you.So I have no idea how to convince you to want me.”
“Idowant you.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of him.“Thank fuck for that.”
He leans down, kissing me deeply.I arch against him, wanting to give all of myself to this man.I trust him.I love how he talks to me, how he treats me.
“We can stop,” he says right away.
“Don’t stop.I just… I’ve never done this before.I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We’ll learn together,” he promises.
He kisses me, and I melt against him, letting him take the lead.I can sense that he wants to, needs to.His tongue tangles with mine as he tugs my shirt over my head.
Wells’ eyes drop to my breasts, and he chokes out a groan.His thick cock pulses between my thighs, only my yoga pants and his jeans between us.
“Wells,” I gasp as he kisses his way down my neck, cupping my breasts almost reverently.
I wiggle against him, and he curses.His fingers jerk down the cups of my bra roughly, and my nipples pebble instantly under his heated gaze.
“Need, need, need,” he chants under his breath.
“Touch me,” I beg.
His fingers find my nipples, and I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as he toys with my sensitive flesh.
He lowers his head, his hot breath coasting over my skin a second before his lips wrap around one of my nipples.
“Wells!”
It’s like an electric current running from my nipple straight to my core.My core clenches with every scrape of his teeth and flick of his tongue.I’m close to coming, and he’s barely even touched me.
My fingers tangle in his shirt, and I tug on the fabric.He reluctantly releases me and sits up, dragging his shirt over his head.He tosses it to the floor, and my eyes widen as I stare at Wells’ bare chest.
He’s ripped.His muscles have muscles.
