unable to believe that he had stopped a millisecond before she was about to cum. But he didn’t stop for long. Taking in an eyeful of her bare breasts with the perky nipples, he returned his attention to her bounty, massaging her clit with both hands as she moaned.
“Please don’t stop this time,” she pleaded in a whimper, yanking the sheets so hard that they popped off the mattress.
“I won’t,” he promised in a rasp, pressing his lips reverently onto her clit before sucking the bud profoundly.
She writhed on the bed as her wetness stained his freshly shaven face. His breath was almost as hot as her passion as he blew teasingly on her inner thighs before mercifully planting his mouth on her clit again. Frustrated that he had stopped again even for a second, Trisha growled, and the sound was more animalistic than she knew she was capable of. Incensed, Declan suckled her clit with deep pressure until he felt the little bud spasm with pleasure.
Trisha licked her lips and moaned as the shock waves blazed through her so intensely that they sent a chill up her spine. Declan lapped up her ecstasy as her hands uncurled and splayed open in surrender. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as the spasms continued to shock her system and Declan rubbed his lips against her clit.
“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” she whispered in awe as he impatiently began undressing.
Like a madman, he pulled his tie off, almost choking himself in the process. Then he ripped his jacket off and flung it across the room. His fingers trembled as he unzipped his pants and set his distended cock free. The cock pointed straight out as Trisha appraised it through shining eyes. She was so wet that he could glide it inside her in one deep motion, mounting her on the bed and emitting a guttural sound as their flesh made contact...
Declan groaned loudly from the confines of the tent before slapping his hand over his mouth to silence himself. The memory of that Valentine’s Day had left his overheated body plastered to the vinyl sleeping bag in a sheen of perspiration. Uncomfortably, he turned onto his side and tried to steady his breathing. His fantasies of Trisha were becoming obsessive, and he needed to get a good night’s rest so he could concentrate on his work. But he knew that sleep would not come easily that night and he would likely wake with dark circles under his eyes.
He blew out an angry breath and cursed himself for not asking Trisha to come with him on this trip. So what if none of the other physicians brought their spouses along. He needed Trisha and couldn’t endure being away from her for so long. Crossing a muscular thigh over his erection, he tried to distract himself from the pulsating need that gathered there. But every time he attempted to alter his train of thought, a vision of Trisha automatically resurfaced in his mind.
Unzipping the suffocating sleeping bag, he grabbed for his cell phone and sent her a text.
Babe, I can’t sleep at all. I am literally going crazy. You don’t understand how much I wish you were here.
Trisha was in the cafeteria munching unenthusiastically on a tuna fish sandwich when the message chimed in. Sensing that the message was from Declan, she immediately checked her phone. Tossing the bland sandwich onto her tray, she cradled the phone in her hands like a baby and responded to his message.
I was just thinking about you too. Can’t focus on my work! Can you come home sooner?
She deleted the last part before she sent the message, knowing it was selfish and immature for her to ask him to cut his trip short. Those children needed him, and he was doing work that very few people on earth were equipped to do. He wrote back a heartwarming reply moments later.
And it’s not just how bad I want you. I miss sleeping next to you and holding you in my arms. I miss the little things. The scent of your hair and holding your hand. I love you