“I didn’t know you were a fan.”
“Well, now you do.”
I arch an eyebrow and laugh softly. “Okay, I’ll admit something. Look at the bottom shelf on the far bookcase, over there.”
I point and she heads over. She starts to browse through the shelf before stopping and laughing. “What’s this?” she asks, picking up an old, worn paperback.
“Toss it over.”
She throws it to me. I snag it from the air and read the cover out loud. “Invasion of the Love Drones.” I grin at her. “This is a good one.”
“What is that?”
“Old sleazy sci-fi from the ‘70s. I have a weird obsession with it.” I grin at her surprised expression. “You’re not the only one that likes trashy books.”
“So you read romance too then.”
I gasp. “This isn’t romance. This is space adventure…. With fucking.”
“Sounds like romance to me,” she says, laughing.
I grin and stand up, walking over. I crouch down and slip the book back into place.
“There’s some good stuff in here,” I say. “Seriously, it’s collectible.”
“I’m sure it is.” She gives me a look. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your jerk-off material.”
“I’m not ashamed of it,” I say proudly. “I’ve been to conventions.”
“Oh, my god. Are you serious? You’ve been to porn conventions?”
“Not porn,” I say. “Collectible book conventions. Not a lot of people collect this stuff, but the community always shows up. Nice to be around like-minded people.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Nice to be around other freaks like you, you mean.”
“Exactly.” I stand up and pull her over to me.
She laughs and pushes herself asway. “No thanks, I’m not about to be your space love robot.”
“Oh, come on. Call me Captain Kirk.”
“Gross.” She’s grinning though, laughing softly. “Okay, what else do you have in here that’s less weird?”
I shrug a little bit. “Patient files, case files, medical textbooks.” I give her a little grin and step over to the side table. “And this.” I open a little compartment and pull out some whisky and two glasses.
“Of course,” she says. “Because every responsible doctor needs alcohol in his office.”
“Only ones that love to have fun.” I pour two glasses and offer her one. She takes it and sips.
I drink mine, eyes moving along her body. “Honestly, I rarely drink. But it’s fun to have around when I finally do.”
She seems to relax a little bit as she drifts back over to my bookshelves. I watch her, leaning against the side table.
I don’t normally tell people about my little 1970s erotica collection. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it, but people love to judge what they don’t understand. For some reason, I don’t seem to mind when it comes to her.
Maybe it’s because I want her. Or maybe it’s because I think she’s the kind of person to reserve her judgments for things that really matter.
I don’t know. I don’t think it matters either way.
“I want you to do something for me,” I say to her. She looks over and smiles a bit.
“What’s that?”
“Go sit in my chair.” I nod toward my desk chair.
She hesitates, but puts her drink down on a table and walks over. I watch as she sits down.
“Comfy,” she comments.
I stare at her, at her perfect body. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone, and I can see just a hint of her breasts. She’s wearing a skirt again, which can’t be a fucking coincidence.
“Pull up your skirt,” I say softly.
She looks at me for a second. I’m standing over to the side of my desk and she rotates toward me, shimmying her hips a bit, getting the cloth up.
Navy blue panties, lacy and frilly with little bows on the side.
I walk toward her. She bites her lip as I kneel down. I pull out a drawer a few inches and put her foot up on it, pushing her back into the chair.
“I showed you something private,” I say softly. “I don’t always open up to people.”
“Why open up to me?”
I shake my head, kissing her inner thigh. “I don’t know,” I admit. “There’s something… about you.”
“Are you sure it’s me?” She grabs my hair suddenly, tipping my head back, looking into my eyes. “Or is it this?”
I smirk at her, leaning up against her body. I grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss. “I can get this whenever I want,” I whisper. “It’s you.”
She bites her lip as I drop back between her legs. I push her panties aside and begin to suck and lick her clit, cock raging hard as I taste her again.
I love it. There’s no other way to put it. I love the taste of her, the sounds she makes, all her moans and movements and everything about her.
It’s like she was built for me, for my tongue. I lap her up, lick her cunt up and down, slide my fingers inside.