Excerpt from A BAUMGARTNER REUNION by Selena Kitt “What are you doing?!” Doc gave each o

Excerpt from A BAUMGARTNER REUNION by Selena Kitt “What are you doing?!” Doc gave each oar a shove and they were free, floating lazily away. “Throwing away the oars.” “Are you crazy?” I panicked, grabbing over the side for one and just succeeding in getting myself wet. It was already out of reach! “What now?” “That’s a great question.” Doc smiled, leaning back, and I marveled at his calm. “Are you afraid?” I looked back and forth between the oars as they disappeared into the darkness. “Yes!” “But do you trust me?” I stared at him, angry, confused, afraid…but still… “Yes.” “Then come here.” He held his arms out to me and I shook my head, but my body knew better than I did. I went to him, letting him pull me against his chest. He was warm, solid, and I took a shaky breath as the boat rocked us further and further from shore. “Deep breaths,” Doc encouraged, kissing my hairline and using the rise and fall of his chest to instruct me. “Relax.” I groaned, closing my eyes against the distance between us and land. “I can’t do this.” “Yes you can,” he murmured, his hand moving down my back, seeking the expanse of bare skin between my skirt and shirt and rubbing there. “Just let go and trust. That’s all you have to do.” I kept my eyes closed, trying not to think, trying to keep my mind from racing to all the scary, looming thoughts, all the what ifs. Instead, I rested my head against Doc’s chest, feeling the gentle rock of the raft, listening to the steady beat of his heart with my own. “That’s good.” His hands moved under my shirt now and I didn’t stop him as he stroked my back, petting me. “I can feel you relaxing.” I was. In spite of my fear, which still had my heart beating hard, I couldn’t help but be calmed by his voice, his touch. I found myself softening, letting myself go. Doc shifted his weight and me with him as he moved, letting me feel his erection, hard against my hip. “Let your body lead you,” he whispered against my ear, giving me shivers. “Your head thinks it knows, but it doesn’t.” His hands moved around the front now, still under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra—I still didn’t really need one—and he cupped my breast, squeezing gently. “Your body knows what it wants.” I moaned softly when he thumbed my nipple, feeling a sweet tingle between my thighs. I wanted to stop him—no, that wasn’t quite true. I felt like I should stop him. Something kept telling me it was wrong, this man wasn’t my husband, I shouldn’t want… I shouldn’t… “So sweet…” Doc had my shirt pulled up and my nipple in his mouth so fast I could barely take a breath. I wiggled in his lap, gasping, my hands gripping his shoulders, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Where was there to go, anyway? I opened my eyes briefly, seeing the faint lights at the shore, and my belly lurched with sudden fear. “Stop thinking,” Doc insisted, pushing me back in the raft, so I was leaning against the opposite side. “Just feel.” “But—“ The protest died on my lips when he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties aside, pressing his fingers there first, plunging deep enough to make me gasp, and then dipping his head down to taste me with his tongue. “Ohhh!” My clit throbbed in his mouth as he sucked and licked me with an eager hunger than soon had me spreading wider, silently asking for more. There wasn’t a lot of room in the little raft, but I lifted my hips for his tongue, his fingers, digging my heels into the bottom of the raft. “Oh please,” I begged, rubbing my own nipples through my shirt, pushing the feeling further, further, needing more. “Oh god!” All thought had gone, and there wasn’t any more fear or hesitation. I let him—I let myself. I couldn’t stop it and didn’t really want to. That was my secret, guilty admission. I wanted this, had always wanted this, and denying it took infinitely more work than acknowledging my own self-confession. “Good girl!” Doc chuckled when I threw first one bare leg and then the other over the side of the boat, spreading wide and lifting my hips up for his straining tongue. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my clenched ass, pulling me against his greedy mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Excerpt from A BAUMGARTNER REUNION by Selena Kitt -- source link

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