rolls my nipples, elongating them. I gasp. Every sinew below my waist reacts. I want him inside me.
His hands glide down my stomach and he pops the button of my shorts. His skilled fingers make quick work, and within seconds my shorts are on the floor next to his pants. I try to harness my breathing.
Skimming down my body, he stops and rubs the front panel of my panties. I rock my hips under the pressure. A finger slips under the lace and circles my clitoris.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes into my hair.
His finger sinks inside me and he continues to circle. I can’t form a coherent thought as he rubs against the inside wall of my vagina. His thumb presses on my clitoris and I can’t hold back. I’m at the edge and suddenly he stops. My body convulses.
“U h, uh. Not without me.” His voice is playful as he teases me.
His hands slip across to my hips. He peels my panties down my thighs. He presses against me and I feel his erection against my behind. I’m ready, so ready. I want him.
He turns me around fast and pulls me toward him. His hardness is now pressed against my pubic bone. His tongue is in my mouth. It moves urgently, demanding my attention. It’s exhilarating.
Despite his force, he softly lowers me onto the bed. The muscles inside me clench with anticipation. My eyes beg him. He obliges. He places himself at the peak of my legs. I lift my knees and he moves his hips forward. I groan as he fills me.
And then he moves, an alternating combination of fast and slow. I’m affected. My breath quickens, my heart rate pounding, my desire climbing. I buck underneath him.
“Feel it,” he says. But I feel so much. I’m building, and building. I can’t hold back. “Come for me,” he says, and I hav e no choice, I let go, calling his name as I give in to my orgasm.
He thrusts hard twice more . Then presses into me as he reaches his own climax. He rolls onto the bed next to me. Our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Dylan wraps the blanket around us as we listen to our panting slow before we fall asleep.
* * *
The clock reads five twenty-six. I stretch and get out of the bed. The sun is trying to get past the closed blinds. It isn’t as bright in the room as the first night I slept here, but I find my clothes and get dressed. Again I use Dylan’s toothbrush and hairbrush. Then I go down to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I rummage through the drawer with the paper and pens and write him a note: “Had to go to work. I get off at three. Will see you later.” I sign it with a heart and “Mel.”
Checking in both directions for nosy neighbors, I walk across the street and shower before I put my uniform on and drive to the hospital. I’m not happy that I won’t be with Dylan today. I call Tracy to deter my sadness.
Eleven
“My, my, my. What’d you do on your days off that you’re wearing that glow?” Gladys, the head nurse says as she peers over her red-rimmed bifocals as I put my purse in the drawer under my desk. Her large, brown hand slams the drawer closed and she removes her glasses to give me a more penetrating stare.
“What are you talking about, Gladys?” But I can’t help but blush.
Eileen, the young CNA (Cer tified Nurses’ Assistant) walks up to the counter. Her magenta streaked hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail. I notice her nails don’t have that crazy deep purple color she favors when not working. “I bet she got laid last night.” The eyebrows on both ladies’ faces lift and they wait for my answer.
My smile confirms Eileen’s accusation.
“Well it’s about time,” she says . “I thought you gave up sex after you finally dumped that waste of an ex-husband of yours, Dr. Ruinator.” Her slender body leans over the nurse’s station counter. “So, spill,” she demands. “Is he cute? How is he in bed? Does he like to do anything crazy?”
“Eileen, I’m not going to share that
His hands glide down my stomach and he pops the button of my shorts. His skilled fingers make quick work, and within seconds my shorts are on the floor next to his pants. I try to harness my breathing.
Skimming down my body, he stops and rubs the front panel of my panties. I rock my hips under the pressure. A finger slips under the lace and circles my clitoris.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes into my hair.
His finger sinks inside me and he continues to circle. I can’t form a coherent thought as he rubs against the inside wall of my vagina. His thumb presses on my clitoris and I can’t hold back. I’m at the edge and suddenly he stops. My body convulses.
“U h, uh. Not without me.” His voice is playful as he teases me.
His hands slip across to my hips. He peels my panties down my thighs. He presses against me and I feel his erection against my behind. I’m ready, so ready. I want him.
He turns me around fast and pulls me toward him. His hardness is now pressed against my pubic bone. His tongue is in my mouth. It moves urgently, demanding my attention. It’s exhilarating.
Despite his force, he softly lowers me onto the bed. The muscles inside me clench with anticipation. My eyes beg him. He obliges. He places himself at the peak of my legs. I lift my knees and he moves his hips forward. I groan as he fills me.
And then he moves, an alternating combination of fast and slow. I’m affected. My breath quickens, my heart rate pounding, my desire climbing. I buck underneath him.
“Feel it,” he says. But I feel so much. I’m building, and building. I can’t hold back. “Come for me,” he says, and I hav e no choice, I let go, calling his name as I give in to my orgasm.
He thrusts hard twice more . Then presses into me as he reaches his own climax. He rolls onto the bed next to me. Our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Dylan wraps the blanket around us as we listen to our panting slow before we fall asleep.
* * *
The clock reads five twenty-six. I stretch and get out of the bed. The sun is trying to get past the closed blinds. It isn’t as bright in the room as the first night I slept here, but I find my clothes and get dressed. Again I use Dylan’s toothbrush and hairbrush. Then I go down to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I rummage through the drawer with the paper and pens and write him a note: “Had to go to work. I get off at three. Will see you later.” I sign it with a heart and “Mel.”
Checking in both directions for nosy neighbors, I walk across the street and shower before I put my uniform on and drive to the hospital. I’m not happy that I won’t be with Dylan today. I call Tracy to deter my sadness.
Eleven
“My, my, my. What’d you do on your days off that you’re wearing that glow?” Gladys, the head nurse says as she peers over her red-rimmed bifocals as I put my purse in the drawer under my desk. Her large, brown hand slams the drawer closed and she removes her glasses to give me a more penetrating stare.
“What are you talking about, Gladys?” But I can’t help but blush.
Eileen, the young CNA (Cer tified Nurses’ Assistant) walks up to the counter. Her magenta streaked hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail. I notice her nails don’t have that crazy deep purple color she favors when not working. “I bet she got laid last night.” The eyebrows on both ladies’ faces lift and they wait for my answer.
My smile confirms Eileen’s accusation.
“Well it’s about time,” she says . “I thought you gave up sex after you finally dumped that waste of an ex-husband of yours, Dr. Ruinator.” Her slender body leans over the nurse’s station counter. “So, spill,” she demands. “Is he cute? How is he in bed? Does he like to do anything crazy?”
“Eileen, I’m not going to share that
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