I answer, “Hmm-mmm,” with him still in my mouth. I don’t know if he really can’t understand the response, but he asks me to repeat what I said. When the vibration of my voice comes again, he takes a sharp breath in and I glance up at him to make sure it’s a good thing.
He just wanted to feel the hum. I’m happy to oblige.
My free hand finds its way to the button of my pants, which I unfasten. I pull the zipper down just far enough and I shimmy my way out of the fabric, leaving only my panties as a barrier between him and the incredible wetness between my legs.
I remove my hand from his shaft and lean forward, letting him come out of my mouth slowly. When he’s free, I kiss his stomach.
My lips slither up his body with a dozen soft caresses, and I take his hand as I kneel, pulling my panties down until they come to rest just above my knees.
I put his hand against my core and guide his fingers over my all-too-willing core. He lets me direct his fingers to my clit and then inside, and even though I’m purposely doing all the work, his touch is gravity.
Kissing his neck, I lift myself off my knees enough to straighten my leg and maneuver my panties the rest of the way off, and I drape myself over Mason’s body, feeling his hardness pressed between us.
“Now, what does a good patient do when Nurse Butcher is giving him a checkup?” I ask.
Okay, the singsong voice is a little much, but Mason doesn’t seem to mind.
“Keep still?” he asks.
“That’s right,” I tell him and slide up his body a little until my clit is moving over his rigid sex.
I grind against him, building the anticipation between our bodies until I cannot take another moment without him inside me. It’s a little funny, but in the heat of the moment, I all but lunge toward the nightstand, grabbing and pulling the handle of the drawer and snatching a condom from its box inside the drawer.
The wrapper’s open and then on the floor, the condom now resting atop his tip and now rolling down his shaft.
The waiting is torture, even though it’s a matter of less than ten seconds before I’m putting him at the sacred entrance of my body and pressing him into me.
His arms come up and wrap around me, but I lean back enough that Mason gets the idea and lets them fall to his sides once more. I think the plan was for me to keep going with the Nurse Naughty routine, but I couldn’t speak if I wanted to.
Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, but this feels different. There’s no worry or trepidation, only a pure desire to stretch this moment out until infinity gives up trying to measure it.
I kiss his neck, his lips. His mouth is warm, his lips soft and supple. My nipples harden against his skin, and I’m quivering with him inside me.
My breathing is erratic as I lift myself to my knees, my hands on his chest for support, and my eyes are half-closed as I coax the ember into a flame, his pulsating erection stimulating everything inside of me.
He’s looking up at me with dilated eyes, his mouth partially open, and I kiss him just a little too hard, just enough to pull him back a little. As my body holds him, I use a lot of those delaying tactics, edging him as close to the threshold as possible before bringing him back again.
The longer he’s inside, the less I’m willing to wait until I see his mouth come open, and I feel his chest beneath my hands, rising and falling with deep breaths.
His arms close around me again, but this time I don’t chastise. He’s lifting his hips as mine fall and he’s gripping my butt, keeping me so close to him.
My knees bend and straighten in rhythm and in the next moment, they’re useless beneath me. Mason’s hands are now on my back and he’s pulling me to him, the fronts of our bodies no longer distinct, but complimentary and I finally just let go.
My my eyes are locked with Mason’s, my heart racing when the levee breaks.
Mason’s looking up at me.
I’m writhing in ecstasy, almost glad that things have been so difficult recently, because now I am where I am. Mason holds me closer and I’m kissing his mouth, tasting his beautiful lips as the contracting muscles all throughout my body begin to lax.
For a minute, I just lie here, enjoying the closeness, the warmth.
I look up at him, asking, “Did you get there?”
“It’s all right,” he says, caressing my upper back with his fingertips.
I sit up straight.
He’s still inside me.