Doctor's Delight(15)

Hot and relentless, building more and more, higher and higher, his lust seemed to know no bounds. It built feverishly, his hips thrusting faster, his shaft invading her body relentlessly as he rutted with almost helpless prurience.

He wanted her, needed her, felt like he wanted to brand her inside and outside with his seed, his taste, his touch. Dropping his head he kissed her hard, eating at her mouth, and she met him eagerly, her fingers twining in his hair.

Not wanting to arch far from her body but needing the extra power for his thrusts, he came up on his elbows, his forearms resting on the mattress as his hips pounded against her, his shaft sinking deep, the seed leaking from the tip.

Her body was so damned soft, a cushion for his hard planes.

He kept his gaze locked on her, his voice almost harsh as he ordered quietly, “Look at me.”

Molly opened eyes that were bright with passion, her lips swollen from his punishing kisses. She looked exactly what she was – a woman well ravished.

Even as he pounded harder into her, a distant part of him wished the light was on so that he could see her properly, that she could see him, that he could tell the true colour of her eyes and explore her body with nothing to hide her secrets from his hot gaze.

Pure carnal lust hazed over his distant thoughts when Molly shifted beneath him, causing him to change angle, his shaft almost sliding out of her. The cool air on his heated flesh only added fuel to the fire and he moved inside her again, sure and fast, stroking hard, his breath loud in the room, her moans a sweet goading to his senses.

The fire built hotter, his scrotum tightening, his balls so hard and full he felt like he’d burst. He could swear he felt the fire running through his shaft, swelling the head even more, and then he felt it, the first spurt of seed.

Almost at the same instant he felt the ripple of her sheath, the muscles clamping down on him, and it was his undoing. Sweet mercy, was it! His climax shuddered his hips, grinding him against her as she clasped him, her sheath milking his shaft mercilessly.

He rocketed over the edge of that carnal eruption, his hips jerking hard against her, once, twice, three times. Her cry of orgasm echoed in his ears as he soared out and splintered into a million delicious, fiery pieces.

~*~

Cherry knotted the tie of her dress around her waist while studying the man sleeping so soundly in the bed she’d just vacated. He slept like the dead, heavily and with not a worry in the world, it would appear. Lying on his stomach, his dark hair flopped rakishly over his forehead, his muscular arms bent and hands under the pillow beneath his head. The strong lines of his naked back, buttocks and legs were enough to make her lick her lips.

All that strength had been above her and inside her. Damien had taken her to a place she’d never thought she’d see, that was surely just a myth found in romance novels. Turned out it wasn’t a myth. She wondered if it was the same with all men, or just special ones. Or just with professionals.

Pushing her hair back over her shoulders, she checked her watch. The taxi would arrive in five minutes. She’d foolishly allowed her self to luxuriate in Damien’s arms, lying snug against him while he slept. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be held in a lover’s embrace. When he turned onto his stomach, thereby releasing her, she’d reluctantly and stealthily left the bed. The last thing she wanted was the taxi to toot its horn and possibly wake up Damien.

Placing the four hundred dollars on the bedside table, she took one last, long, lingering look at the slumbering man and then, with a sigh, she dropped the motel room key beside his wallet, picked up her handbag and crept outside, careful to ensure that the lock clicked into place behind her.

Outside it felt chilly, and she tilted her face to the sky to inhale the damp night air. She felt…different. Deliciously used, a little sore, satisfied but also strangely bereft. Then and there she decided that she just might have to book Damien again for another night a little later down the track. For now she was going to bask in the afterglow of her first time of sex.

The taxi came and she stepped out, holding up her hand. It slowed down and she climbed into the back. Giving her address, she settled back against the seat and closed her eyes.

The taxi driver tried a few times to initiate a conversation but when all he got was a couple of “hmmms”, he gave up and the rest of the trip was in silence.

Once inside her own home, she greeted the cats who simply eyed her sleepily from her bed and went back to sleep. Smiling to herself, humming a little tune, she went into the bathroom and slipped off her dress before stepping into the shower.

The smear of blood on her inner thighs made her smile wider.