Page 37 of Her Paramedic
He kissed her as he bypassed her and entered the bathroom. The scent of her body wash was prominent and intoxicating. He brushed his teeth before turning on the shower. It wouldn’t take long to heat, and a minute later, he stepped out of his boxers and under the water spray.
After his shower, he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he stepped out of the bathroom, the bedroom light was off, and the lanterns that had once been outside now illuminated the space. Talia stood from the bed in a black baby doll, matching thigh highs clipped to the lingerie with garters.
“I borrowed your lanterns and wanted to give you one more gift tonight. I mean, I know sex isn’t a gift, but—”
“It’s definitely a gift,” Slate cut her off, closing the space between them. He cupped the side of her face. “Anytime you allow me to pleasure you, it’s a gift.”
He captured her lips with his, kissing her slowly. Slate picked her up and laid her on the bed, never breaking the kiss. He pulled away after a long minute to look into her eyes.
“I respect you so much, gorgeous,” he stated, and he didn’t miss the confusion that furrowed her brow. “I needed to make sure you knew that because the shit I’m about to do to you will be so fucking disrespectful.”
With that, he took her lips in another kiss. Almost sure he’d owe her an apology tomorrow for all the salaciously nasty things he was about to do to her.
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Something as simple as him telling her anytime he got to pleasure her was a gift shouldn’t have caused the rush of liquid it did between Talia’s thighs. She’d never considered it that way, and now, his saying it would forever have it at the forefront of her mind each time they were intimate. She fully believed that sharing yourself was a privilege, but she’d never viewed it as a gift to be given instead of something else.
Talia wouldn’t have been able to stamp down the little moan she released as he kissed her if she wanted to. Slate always kissed her like he was giving her a preview of what to expect when he fucked her. As if his goal was to make her cum from kissing her, and he damn near succeeded frequently.
He picked her up like she weighed nothing, lips still on hers, tongue still dictating the rhythm of their kiss as he laid her on the bed. She could feel the bulge that his towel did nothing to hide against her thigh, and she didn’t have to see it to know that he was going to open her deliciously.
When he pulled back, breaking the kiss, those green eyes darkened by desire that she knew was reflected in her own, stared at her. His gaze had a primal undertone, and Talia knew she’d been tempting it to the forefront for the past several weeks.
“I respect you so much, gorgeous.”
His words caught her off guard because it wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. Yes, she knew, but she didn’t need him to tell her. Her brow furrowed, and he must have been able to read her confusion like words on a page because that primal look bloomed, drifted dangerously close to feral, and she damn near gasped from the weight of it.
“I needed to make sure you knew that,” he started, voice a mix between dangerous and seduction. “Because the shit I’m about to do to you will be so fucking disrespectful.”
Talia gasped that time, and it was quickly swallowed by his lips on hers again. This kiss was different. It was pure possession, an exertion of dominance, and her tongue became pliant. She followed his lead, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice, and she enjoyed him kissing her into submission. His hand slipped between them, ghosted along her thigh and under her negligee.
“Tell me where you got this later,” he stated against her lips, right before the tearing of fabric sounded through the room as he ripped her panties. “I’ll need to buy you a new one.” He ran his finger slowly along her slit, and she gasped as it passed over her clit. “Already so wet for me.”
He circled her clit as he placed kisses along her jaw to her neck. Slate bit it as he slid a finger inside of her, and Talia moaned, back arching slightly at the two sensations. The nip of pain with pleasure. He fingered her slowly, tongue laving at the bite before sucking on the flesh, and she knew it would bloom into a bruise.
He skimmed his lips to her chin, kissing it, then dipping to kiss the parts of her chest and tattoo the baby doll didn’t hide. He sat up, finger still fucking her slowly, grabbed the top of the negligee, pulled it down, and freed her breasts. His thumb brushed over one of her nipples, and she moaned, biting her lip.
“No,” he stated, pinching her nipple. “I want to hear every fucking sound you make. All those pretty little moans, gasps, whimpers, every scream. I want every single one,” he stated, pulling his finger from her, only to sink back into her pussy with two.
Talia released a whimper that merged into a moan as he curled his fingers to brush that bundle of nerves. It was as if he’d placed it there himself, like he was the only person who knew where it was, who could stimulate it perfectly.
“You’ll give them to me, won’t you, baby?” Slate’s thumb circled her clit as he fingered her. His other one brushed her nipple. Talia nodded, but she knew that wouldn’t be good enough. “Tsk. Use your words,Talia.Will you give them to me?” He leaned down, his tongue touring slowly over her lips. “Or will I have to take them?”
Yes, she would give them to him, but him taking them appealed to her on a level that should have been studied. She wanted him to take them, wanted him to cause every single sound that came from her, to pillage them from her like it was his sole purpose on earth. It would be a dangerous game to play, but she wanted to know precisely what he’d been holding back and keeping at bay until she was ready.
Talia kissed his chin, then caught his lip between her teeth briefly. “Take them.”
She gasped as his hand wrapped around her neck. It was enough force to make sure she felt it, but it was far from uncomfortable, and he turned her head to the side, his lips brushing her ear.
“I’m going to enjoy every minute of taking them, ravaging you, and ruining you for any other man.” He licked up the side of her neck, flicking his tongue against her earlobe.
When he leaned back, he caught her eye, and Talia blinked at him in faux innocence, tilting her head slightly. “You promise?”
The noise he released was damn near animalistic, and it went right to her pussy as she drenched his fingers. Those fingers picked up speed as he took her lips in a bruising kiss. A kiss that swallowed her moans as he pushed her to her first orgasm of the night. They were like magic as they worked her towards a quick release.
Her stomach coiled, and she knew it would only be a few more seconds before that sweet bliss overcame her. It was right there on the edge of spilling when he pulled his fingers from her, and Talia whined into the kiss.
Slate chuckled. “You’re making it far too easy to take them from you, but I need more before I let you cum.”
