Page 4 of Prognosis So Done

He pushed and she fell backwards against the rumpled bed and Harriet had a moment of clarity. How must she look? Half-naked, her hair spread in wild abandon against the sheets, her bra ripped aside, her breasts achingly aroused. Then Gill removed his boxers and all rational thought fled.

He stood for a moment tall and proud, just looking at her with more lust than she’d known existed in the whole world. He wasn’t embarrassed by his arousal and already she wanted to feel its silky smoothness in her hands, her mouth, deep inside her.

Harriet licked her dry lips and noticed Gill’s eyes widen at the unintentional come-on. He reached down and pulled the cord at her waist that held her scrubs up and yanked both them and her panties down in one swift movement.

Now she lay totally naked before him, as naked as he was before her and she couldn’t stop the whimper of need that escaped her mouth or holding her arms out to him in silent consent.

And then his weight was on her and his mouth was everywhere. Drawing wet circles around her breasts and sucking her nipples to tortured peaks, nibbling her earlobes, tickling her stomach and licking inside her until she thought she would faint from the need.

And then, when the desire built to fever pitch, his mouth claimed hers and he let his fingers do the walking. They stroked and caressed and danced their way all over her body, and when he put them deep inside her she had to bite hard on her lip to stop the scream.

Even crazed with lust, she remembered how thin the walls

were!

‘Now,’ she whispered urgently, clinging to his neck as his fingers wove a magical rhythm and she could feel her orgasm rushing out from deep inside her, threatening to engulf her at any second.

Their gazes locked as he plunged inside her. With each stroke she hurtled closer, and with each stroke his eyes seemed to dare hers to close. But Harriet refused. She would not look away or shut her eyes, even as the pressure built. She wanted to look straight at him as she came.

She wanted to watch his eyes as he came, too.

She wanted their last time to be indelibly imprinted on her retinas. She wanted to see his face as he lost control inside her.

Harriet bit down on her gasp as the first wave broke.

‘Say my name.’

She shook her head. If she let it out, the earth would shake and the parrots in the sparse trees outside would lift in noisy flight and every doctor and nurse in the complex would finally hear the cracking of her heart.

‘Say it,’ he demanded.

She shook her head again and tried to internalise the orgasm that was eroding the edges of her endurance so she wouldn’t cry out his name.

‘Please, Harry.’

His voice was halfway between begging and groaning and she knew that she didn’t have the power to deny him this one last request. And she wanted their last time to be memorable, imprinted on his mind for ever. So she let herself go, crying out his name as the tumult of her orgasm flung her into the far reaches of the galaxy, vaguely hearing her name as he joined her and they hovered together, amongst the stars.

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