Page 18 of Saved By the Surly Medic

He smiles at my surprised gasp as the weight of his long, thick cock falls against my open pussy. "You know I'll always be gentle with you, Brooke."

"I know." I leave my left hand flat on the bed so that he doesn't complain about me moving my side. The right hand stretches up around his shoulder to caress the back of his neck.

He hums blissfully. "I love when you touch me, baby."

The word love almost makes me flinch. It's too big. Too important. I have to keep reminding myself that this is just for fun and exploration. Even though I desperately want it to be more, much more, I know better than to get my hopes up too high.

The thick shaft of his cock drags up and down through my wet pussy lips, making both of us shiver. As he strokes slowly up and down, I can feel everything inside me shifting, getting ready. As if parts of me I've never paid attention to instinctively know already what's about to happen.

Jonah's dark growl fills me with lust as the thick, velvety head of his cock notches inside me. "You already feel so good around me, gorgeous," he breathes. "Want a bit more?"

Nodding, my fingers tighten, my hips lifting as my body tries to work him deeper inside. All my usual clumsiness is gone right now. Every part of me knows exactly what to do.

It feels like we can read each other's minds, knowing exactly when he wants me to lift, or when I need him to press deeper. I love the way he nudges into me so gently, his slow, careful strokes helping me adjust to his impressive girth.

The deep, primal sensation of being stretched causes me to release a breathless moan. Jonah watches my eyes carefully. "Too much?"

I grin, shaking my head, then give the back of his leg an encouraging tap with my heel.

"So tight and wet." His voice is nearly a grunt. "My beautiful artist, with her legs wrapped around me. So fucking sexy, baby."

My thighs wind around his waist more tightly, pulling him deeper until he finally hits bottom inside me, and we both moan. "You're so perfect, Brooke," he murmurs as he kisses across my forehead.

I don't know about that, but I do love the sensation of him moving inside me with long, deep thrusts. "Oh!" I gasp. "That's a good oh, by the way," I pant immediately afterward. "In case you were wondering."

It feels like he's almost making a scooping motion with his hips, grinding hard and deep even as he moves slowly. Then his speed increases gradually, his eyes half hooded as he stares at my lips, my breasts, then down to where his huge cock is disappearing inside me.

He buries his fingers in the back of my hair, bringing my mouth to his. Then he reaches between us, spreading my pussy lips and changing his angle so the base of his shaft rubs against my clit with every stroke. Moaning into his mouth, I'm stunned by how incredible this feels. There are no words. No thoughts. Just pure sensation.

Plus a few stray emotions, like how I think I'm already falling for this incredible man.

It feels so good to be controlled this way. It's not like he's just using me for his own pleasure. It's more that Jonah knows everything that needs to happen, and is making sure that it does.

It gives me a sense of relief and release to let him take charge, and before I realize what’s going on, the orgasm slams into me. Screaming into his mouth, my hips are swirling as if trying to pull him even deeper inside me while he pounds into my soaking pussy, hard and fast.

"That's it." His voice is a rasping scrape, granite on steel. "Give it to me, gorgeous. Take all of my cock. That's it…" Just as the climax grows so intense I think I might faint, his fingers tighten on me as his hips thrust forward hard, holding himself deep inside me with a choked groan, flooding my pussy with his liquid heat.

It feels like his thick shaft is pulsing inside me, and as I see the utter surrender in his eyes, I come again.

"That's it, my beautiful girl." Jonah possesses my mouth again, kissing me as if he wants the entire world to know that he's claiming me.

That's what this feels like. It's not just fun, sexy times. It's as if his body wants to bond itself to mine. As if our physical selves are in control, not our minds.

I had no idea I loved being controlled in the bedroom like this. Having a gorgeous hulking man take charge of my body and my pleasure.

As I drift off to sleep, floating on a sea of happy endorphins, it's almost possible to block out the lingering negative thoughts.

Jonah won't want to control me all the time, will he? He's got kind of a control freak job. Plus, he's a bit of a community leader around here. Does that mean that everyone in town will analyze our relationship? What would that mean for us if we tried to make it long-term?

Am I strong enough to draw boundaries, or am I already being swept away by this powerful mountain man?

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JONAH

Iwake up feeling completely content.

Having Brooke in my world gives everything more purpose. Making coffee, fixing breakfast, loading the dishwasher. Every mundane daily task isn't simply the routine of my life anymore. It’s a way of making everything perfect for her. Making her comfortable. Making sure she has everything she needs.

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