"You like that?" he growled softly against her skin, mouth hot and wet against her tit.

"God yes," she panted, rolling her hips with desperate friction. "Your mouth... your hands... I can't--"

"You will," he said, grabbing her ass again, his voice rough and certain. "You're going to come all over me, Doc."

Her moan was sharp, near feral -- her clit throbbing, her thighs beginning to shake as the pressure curled tighter inside her. Every stroke of his cock between her folds was a promise. Every breath, every suck of his lips, every low, filthy word from his mouth edged her closer to something inevitable. Not just orgasm --...