Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
My thighs were clamped around his torso and I was practically grinding myself against the hard ridges of his abs. My breath came in shuddering pants. This man made me completely lose control. I groped for the bottom of his scrub top and pushed it up, letting my fingers rollercoaster over the peaks and valleys of his six pack. The more I touched him, the more I needed to touch him. My fingers pushed the material higher, higher, revealing his deep center line and the hard slabs of his chest. I ran my thumb over one nipple experimentally and he growled, his whole body stiffening beneath me. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and tugged me down for a kiss.
My breasts, slick and shining from his mouth, pillowed and dragged along his chest as I sank down and flattened myself against him. He was too tall to lie completely flat along the seat so his knees were raised and I wound up with my ass in the air and pressed back against them. I felt him lift himself off the seat a little and heard the rasp of fabric as he pushed down his pants. And then his cock sprang free and slapped against my inner thigh, hot and hard and ready. I drew back from his kiss a little, our lips a few millimeters apart, and felt him hook his thumbs into my panties and shove them down my thighs. My eyes flew open and I drew back a little more. He was staring up at me and then his hand was on my thigh, sliding upward….
My eyes widened. He cupped me, stroked me. I could feel how slickly wet I was….
“I’ve been dreaming about doing this,” he murmured. The combination of the lust in his voice and the silver of his accent seared into my mind and just melted me. “Been thinking about it ever since you put your hands on my hands, that day in the ER. I wanted to know what you—”
Two fingers parted me and slid deep. I shuddered and gasped and he grinned, watching the pleasure in my eyes. His thumb found my clit and started to circle. “...what you sound like when you come,” he finished.
I stared down into those blue eyes, unable to speak. God, he was an expert, his fingers just the right combination of thick and strong, deft and quick. I started to rock atop him and he began to smooth his other hand over my bare ass cheek, enjoying the way it tensed as I moved. Waves of pleasure were rippling out from my groin, making me buck my hips and squeeze around him, my hair lashing his face. His fingers moved faster, fucking me, thumb circling and circling. My fingers dug hard into his biceps, my forehead lowering to press against his….
I came, arching my back and clenching and spasming around his fingers. I was planning to be silent, tried to bite my lip, but he was too good. It got loose, a rising cry that turned into a staccato burst of high little yells as the lust in his eyes overpowered my shyness. I didn’t need to hide anymore. Not with him.
I swayed atop him, dazed. He was pulling his wallet out of the pocket of his scrub pants, taking something out. His knuckles brushed my inner thigh as he rolled a condom on and then the head of his cock was nudging at my folds and—
He drove up into me, spreading me—God, stretching me deliciously. My world narrowed down to the glorious feeling of that hot hardness stroking into me and the press of his body between my knees. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back until I was kneeling astride him, head lowered to clear the ceiling. He filled his hands with my breasts, squeezing them in time with our slow movements, smoothing my hair across them in a silken curtain and using it to caress my nipples. We were working together, him thrusting up as I pushed down and back and God, it was amazing. I’d always been passive, before, I’d never been with anyone I could unleash and be myself with. It went on for long minutes, every slow, silken thrust ratcheting the pleasure higher. My toes started to dance and curl against the seat, my fingers crushing his shoulders. Already, I was getting close again. And the look in his eyes only drove me closer. With every stroke into me, his eyes narrowed and his body hardened under my hands. He needed more, needed to fuck me faster, harder. But he couldn’t, not like this….
He suddenly pushed me off him, hooking my leg over him and sliding out from under me. Before I knew what was happening, he’d pushed me along the seat so that I was on hands and knees, my face close to the fogged-up window. I felt his knees push between mine, spreading my thighs, and gulped again as I realized what he was going to do. He pressed down on my naked back, making me arch my back and present myself to him. And then both of us cried out as he plunged inside me again.