Page 16 of Saved By the Surly Medic

Brooke looks deeply into my eyes, like she's lost for a moment. Then she nods. "Please."

Remembering what she said last night, I pull off my t-shirt and toss it behind me. I have to admit to a certain bit of self-satisfaction as I watch her eyes drift hungrily across my chest. "How is a medic built like a lumberjack?" she whispers as I settle between her thighs.

"I have lots of lumberjacking to do on my own property," I say with a chuckle. "Plus there's a really good gym in town."

I don't mention that the gym is a great place to blow off steam if you haven't been with a woman in years, and have a lot of pent up…energy.

I kiss an arc from hip bone to hip bone. Brooke’s knees bend up slightly as I spread her wide, my warm breath whispering across her delicate skin. Her pussy is perfect – pink and fresh and sinfully sweet. My fingers are already caressing her, my tongue gliding straight through her crease as she gasps, her nipples tightening immediately. As I pull her clit between my lips, I reach a hand up to fondle her breast, grazing her nipple with my thumb until her head rolls back.

"Look at me." I don't know why my voice is so dark. "Look into my eyes, baby. Let me see you come." She nods, then giggles when I rub the scruff of my beard against her inner thigh.

Brooke looks like an offering stretched out on the dark rug, her pale skin luminous, her curvy figure undulating slightly. As I plunge my tongue deep inside her, she lets out a low hoarse "Oh!" Then she sighs contentedly. "Wowww…"

My fingers tease at her sensitive peaks, her breasts growing warm under my left hand as I alternate back and forth. My right fingertips are busy gliding in and around her soft folds, listening to her breath hitch as I explore every sensitive nook. My thumb grazes her clit and she gasps, her shoulders lifting up and forward as she grips the top of my hair. I’m happy to see she doesn’t wince in the slightest.

I meet her eyes, silently encouraging her to pull and push me in whatever direction she pleases. As soon as she begins to pull me closer, I feel her juices begin to flood my tongue.

Her thighs tighten around my shoulders, ankles crossing behind my back as her body closes in. "Delicious," I groan. "That’s it. Come on my tongue, baby. Let me feel you. Please."

"Yeah," she moans softly. "It's… so…" She loses her train of thought as I trace around her clit gently, then bump my thumb flat against the sensitive point.

"Hot," I growl into her soaking pussy. "That’s what it is. Hot, and sexy as hell."

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I feel the prick of her fingernails against my scalp. "Mmm," I groan, feeling how close she is. Realizing that my gorgeous girl is hovering right at the point of no return and that I brought her there is wildly satisfying to me.

I hum again, plunging my tongue as deep as it will go, fucking her with it as my thumb bears down, rubbing her clit in tight little circles. Brooke's eyes blaze, her mouth falling open, then she cries out, frantically clutching at me as her entire body trembles.

It's the sexiest thing in the world to feel her ankles shaking against my back. Her pussy dripping on my lips. Her fingers spearing through my hair as I pull every drop of bliss from my beautiful woman's body.

After she stops twitching, she lies back, looking almost sheepish.

"So beautiful," I murmur. She looks lost and vulnerable now, naked and satiated, but perhaps also nervous about what's next.

I kiss my way up her body, paying special attention to her nipples before lying beside her, propped up on my elbow.

"That was amazing," she breathes.

"The important thing is, did you pull your side at all?"

She smirks. "Grr. No."

"Do you think that lying here flat on the floor is the best place for healing, or should I pick you up and take you to my bed?"

Brooke's eyes dance. "You know, I think a small amount of movement might be good for me. Maybe if we snuggled in your bed for a while, it would help me heal?"

My thumb drags across her bottom lip. "Definitely snuggle."

Sometimes when Brooke is thinking, her eyes twinkle and her lips pull to the side in an adorable cross between a smirk and a smile. "Except, since I'm all naked, I might get cold…"

"Are you saying you might need a heating pad?"

"I'm saying I might need"…her hand trails slowly from my collarbone down my chest, then down my abs…"you to be naked as well. You're very warm."

Leaning in, I breathe against her ear, "if we're both naked, I'm going to get very filthy and inappropriate ideas."

Her chin tips up and down immediately. "Good. Those are the kinds of ideas I want you to be having right now."

I scoop her up quickly, cradling her against my chest so there's no pressure on her side.

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