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“Who knew all of this was hiding beneath your scrubs?” she asks, grinning at me as her hand moves across my torso until she’s stroking my six-pack. “I mean, I suspected as much, but the visual is so much better than I even imagined!”

“I can say the same about you,” I reply, before I lean in and lightly nip her collarbone, causing her to shiver. “Did you like that?”

“Mmhm,” she mumbles. “I want more, please.”

“Since you said please so nicely,” I say, “I’ll definitely oblige."

As I suck a nipple between my lips, her back bows slightly and she moans. I feel her breast get heavy as I continue to suck, lick, and lightly nibble until her nipple is turgid and she’s panting. Her legs are moving restlessly, and I know she just wants to ‘get right to it’ but at the same time, I plan to take my time and enjoy the moment.

I move down her body, licking, sucking enough to leave a mark, while my hands continue to roam until I’m between her splayed legs. “I’ve reached the promised land,” I say, my breath causing the trimmed patch of hair between her legs to move. I can see how wet she is, her desire glistening between her folds. When I swipe my tongue through the wetness, her taste bursts on my lips and I’m the one who moans.

Sweet, tangy, pure fucking ambrosia.

Before I settle in, I look up at her and demand, “Watch me make you fall apart, Gretchen.”

“Don’t know if I can,” she murmurs, her head moving side to side on the pillow. “But I’ll try.”

“It’s all I can ask,” I reply as I wait until she props herself up enough so she’s able to see what I’m doing. When I catch her gaze, I wink and then smirk when I see her face pinken. Maybe my girlisa little bit shy after all.

I go back to what I had started to do and lose myself in her essence, adding my index finger and slowly pumping it in and out while she writhes above me. “Doc,” she keens as I feel her pussy begin to flutter.

“You gonna come on my tongue and finger, baby?” I ask, increasing my ministrations.

“Yes!” she screams as her back bows up and she explodes all over my tongue and finger.

I ease off when she starts acting as though she’s gotten too sensitive, slowly crawling up her body until I’m hovering over her. My dick is rock hard, leaking pre-cum, and pressed against her entrance, but first, I need to kiss her. As our tongues duel, her tiny sighs and mewls have me nearly coming before I ever get inside of her.

“Ready for more?” I question.

“God, yes,” she murmurs, her hands caressing my shoulders and arms. “Please, Doc, hurry up and get inside of me before I die!”

Chuckling, I slowly enter her warm, hot sheath and watch her face as I fill her to the brim. When I’m fully seated, I lace our fingers together then say, “No takebacks now, Gretchen, you’re mine now.”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” she sasses as she wraps her legs around my hips and raises her pelvis to meet my slow, measured thrusts.

Soon, the only sound in my room is our sweaty skin as it slaps together, and our mingled moans as we each chase our releases. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” I grunt out, as I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. “You gonna come around my dick?”

“If you keep doing that little swivel thing, it’s a sure bet,” she manages to gasp.

I’m now relentlessly pounding into her willing body, trying to hold off my orgasm until I feel her pussy start to spasm against me. When she screams, I let myself go and in three more thrusts, I’m joining her, calling out her name as I empty myself into her body. Somehow, before I collapse onto her, I manage to roll us, so she’s sprawled on top of me, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

“Holy fuck,” I mumble. “Not trying to drag anyone else in here with us, but you’re hands down the best I’ve ever had, baby.”

“Same,” she replies. “Uh, one thing, though. I’m not on birth control, Doc, and based on how wet I am right now, you didn’t put on a condom.”

“Are you mine?” I ask.

“Well, yeah,” she retorts, in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.

“Then it’s not an issue. If something happens, it happens, because now that I’ve had you bare, there’s no fucking way I want anything between us.”

“I should get on birth control then, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah, but it’ll probably be a moot point since we’re doing that again as soon as I recover.”

“I need a nap first.”

“Well, if I was safe before, it’s a sure bet now that I’m probably not,” she says, hours later and after multiple times of soul-gutting sex with not a hint of protection used.