Page 21 of Sinful in Scrubs

She grabbed my pants and pulled the waistband forward as she tried to look down and in.

“That’s enough of that,” I said as I scooped her up. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

She giggled as I placed her on the cot. It was a bit of a challenge for us since the thing was not designed for more than one body. I wanted her under me so I could pay proper attention to her chest, as she had done with mine. Instead of toying with my fingers, I wanted her under my tongue.

Emma arched up so that her breasts met my mouth as I lowered my head to her. Her skin was sweet and warm.

The mewling and squeaking sounds she had made during our passionate kiss were even louder now. They urged me on and got my body hard.

Her hands roamed over my skin and her nails scraped trails over the backs of my arms and shoulders. She writhed and pulsed as I sucked and toyed with each breast and nipple.

I reached between us to cup her pussy. She grabbed my hand away from her and pushed it into her pants so that I was touching her directly. She was slick with need.

My fingers slid between her folds and circled the nub of her clit.

She practically launched off the cot as she arched up, pressing her breast into my mouth. And then she was rocking and thrusting her hips against my hand. She was a bucking ride that seemed to grow wilder the more I touched and stroked her.

She cupped me through my pants, and I understood her need to have my hand directly on her. I wanted her skin against me. I needed the feel of her fingers surrounding my cock.

I pressed up and away from her. She let out a mournful whimper that turned to a gasp as I yanked her pants down her legs and over her feet. I then shoved mine down.

She smiled and licked her lips as she took me in with her gaze. “You are covered in dark hair. Come back and rub all of that against me.” She reached out for me, and I gladly obliged her.

I slid smoothly over her. She wrapped her legs over my hips and pressed her chest up, rubbing her breasts back and forth against me.

“Oh, damn, you feel so good,” she moaned.

“So do you,” I admitted with a growl.

I pressed up, and the cot made an ungodly noise and shifted. We both froze. Emma’s eyes went wide. I did not think it would survive the beating it was about to receive. I put my hand on her hip and maneuvered her so that I was on my back and she straddled my hips.

“We don’t want to break the furniture.” I chuckled.

She sat back on her knees and laughed. “Oh, I see how it is.”

She took her time gazing down at my extended cock. I didn’t know whether she was admiring it or assessing the situation. She braced against my chest, shifted, and then sank down my length.

We both sighed as I slid into her depths. She was hot and tight, and slippery.

She slid over me like a piston on a locomotive. I gripped her hips and watched as her breasts bounced above me. I don’t exactly know how this solved the problems she faced earlier, but I was more than glad to be of assistance.

She ground against me with a lift, sink, rocking motion. The cot protested under my back, but I was too far involved in better activities than to give it much notice.

She fell forward with a whimper and a moan, her hips thrusting in a frenzy. It was as if her legs gave out, but the tight pulsing around my cock told me she was too overwhelmed and fighting to maintain the pace she needed to reach her release. My fingers bit into the skin of her hips as I helped with the rhythm and counter thrust against her.

She was shaking and crying over me and her orgasm took over. Her mouth opened as she gasped for air, her lips plump and pink. I grabbed her head and pressed up to meet her mouth with mine. I thrust my tongue into her as I thrust my cock. I wanted all of me deep inside this woman. She had complete claim to me, and I needed to give everything of my physical body to her.

I erupted and roared with my own release.

I fell against the cot. Emma lay against me. I held her with one arm across her back. We lay there panting, and I tried to figure out exactly what had led to this. I had only meant to offer some comfort and solace as a colleague. This… this was better.

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EMMA

In the morning, my eyes didn’t open. They slammed up as memories of the night before hit me like a gut punch. Oh, crap.

Had I really done that? Had we really done that? Had that really happened? What the hell had I been thinking? Had I even been thinking?

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