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Sabrina
Alex callsto say he’s on his way home. I toss a lasagna in the oven and put together a salad. Mason has made himself comfortable on the couch. With dinner in the oven and the table set, I decide to take a quick shower and change.
I started with a new patient today, a little girl who was in a car accident. Her mother was driving and didn’t make it. They were T-boned by a drunk in a pickup truck. Her father brought her in today, and he looked completely wrecked. Emily is six and her brother, Elliot, is three. They were on their way to pick up Elliot from day care when the accident happened. There could have been two lives lost that day if he’d been in the vehicle. Denton, Emily’s father, looks like he could use a week of solid sleep. But, to his credit, he cheered his daughter on through the preliminary steps of physiotherapy and at the same time made sure Elliot was staying out of trouble and playing with the toys he brought to keep him busy.
At the end of the session, he asked a ton of questions and went over the exercises Emily needed to do at home daily to get her muscles moving. Denton’s a dedicated dad and reminds me a lot of my own father.
The rest of the day was busy with repeat patients, and it was good getting to see them and see how much they’ve progressed, but it made for a tiring day. I’m hoping Alex is good for a quiet movie night. Mason’s just where I left him. Only Alex has joined him, and both are sipping a beer. Two heads turn to me as I come back into the room.
“Dinner smells good, buttercup,” Alex says, but he scans me from top to bottom, then gives me a promising wink. I’m so glad I decided on a simple summer dress, a pretty teal color with a short, flowy skirt. It’s cute and comfortable, but the way Alex is staring at me makes me feel special.
“Leaving, before the two of you tear off each other’s clothes,” Mason teases.
“Don’t you want to stay for dinner?” I ask.
“Not this time.”
“Hold up.” The lasagna’s cooked and ready to be eaten. I cut a huge slice and put it into a plastic container, wrap up some garlic bread, and come back to hand it to Mason. “If you won’t stay, then take some with you. I hope you like it.”
Mason looks stunned and speechless. “Don’t you like lasagna?” I ask, not quite sure why he’s staring the way he is.
“Love it.” His tone is low and gruff.
“Okay, good. See you tomorrow.” I give the guys a chance to talk, and walk back to get our plates together. I hear Mason say, “She’s too sweet for this world.”
“Sabrina’s my everything,” Alex tells him. My heart swells with happiness.
* * *
“You’resure you’re okay with watching this movie?” I ask Alex after dinner is done. Dishes are put away, and I made popcorn for our movie night.
“I’m looking forward to hearing you sing along,” he teases. Little does he know that I’m going to do just that. It’s contagious. I can’t help it. How can you watchGreaseand not sing along? I can “rama-lama-ding-dong” like nobody’s business.
Not ten minutes in, I’m tapping my foot, then humming, and finally, I let it all out. Each time I glance over at Alex, he’s looking at me, smiling huge or openly laughing at my exuberance. We’re at the pinnacle of the movie, where Danny’s willing to change for Sandy and Sandy’s doing the same for Danny.
I jump to my feet, standing beside the television, facing Alex. On cue, I pretend to take a puff of a cigarette, drop it to the ground, and stomp it out with my foot. Then I walk a few steps forward, put my hand on his chest, and in my sexiest Marilyn Monroe voice, say, “Tell me about it, stud.”
Alex yanks me down onto his lap, my legs straddling his, nose to nose. He’s breathing heavy, a hand at my nape, holding me to him, our lips touching.
“Fuck me, buttercup, you’re crazy beautiful,” he murmurs. “Everything you do makes me hard. Are you ready to ride me?”
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. A pool of wetness forms between my thighs. I grind down on his cock, and even the barrier of clothing between us doesn’t hide his erection. Better yet, a deep, primal growl emerges from his throat, and that turns me on even more.
His hand slides up my thigh, under the material of my dress, moving higher and higher. His other hand at my hip bears my weight down on his cock. He motions for me to move back and forth over his hardness, causing a needy friction. My fingers move to his belt, yanking to get it undone, and I hear him moan as I pull him out.
“Kiss me,” he orders.
I do as he commands, kissing him softly at first, then, with increasing intensity, I cling to his shoulders as he takes over. A hand climbs up my back to pull me closer, and a more fervent need than I’ve ever felt before comes over me. The stroke of his lips sends tremors down my spine. I yank at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
I hear a tear and a snap and realize that my panties have been torn in half and replaced by two fingers sinking inside my pussy. I moan and greedily ride his fingers to hurry along my release. My palms frame his face as I kiss him with all that I have.
Alex guides me so I’m balanced on my knees. He fists his cock and places it at my entrance.
“Take it, baby. Take all of it.” His tone is raw and erotic. I bear down, reveling in the feel of his thickness sliding inside me, so full that it makes me want to cry.
“So good,” I groan. I raise myself up and come down on him hard, twisting my hips in the process.
“My temptress is fucking me nice and hard. You like that, baby?”
