Page 25 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
"Move," she commanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Now, Aries!"
I pulled back and thrust forward, hard enough to make her gasp and arch her back upward. But she didn’t back down. She wrapped her legs tight around me and thrusted up to meet me stroke for stroke.
We continued on like this for what seemed like hours in every position. Our bodies were moist with sweat, and we were drunk on pleasure. Finally, after making Skylar come for the umpteenth time, she finally collapsed on the bed, officially tapping out.
That was what I was waiting for before releasing my own nut. I wanted to work her body so thoroughly that her muscles gave in. Once I completed that task, I flipped Skylar to return to her back. I wanted to look her in the eyes when I came.
The moment didn’t disappoint. Skylar rubbed up and down my back and went from kissing my shoulder to staring in my eyes and my peak neared.
That final release felt all-consuming. It blew through me like a volcano erupting, and I was fucking spent. All I could focus on was the moment. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, or think about anything else. All I saw was Skylar.
The next morning, the sun shined bright, and I could feel it on my closed eyelids. Internally, I wished it away because I was still exhausted. After the first orgasm I gave into, surprisingly, it didn’t take long for my forty-year-old dick to get excited for seconds… then thirds.
Now, with the morning beckoning, the thought of burying myself back into Skylar’s delicious core was tempting; however, I needed nourishment and hydration.
When I went to move, Skylar’s body moved closer into me. I looked down at her and smiled. She was absolutely beautiful, and in the midst of peaceful sleep, no one would believe how vicious she could be while awake. I’m pretty sure she took pleasure in handing people their asses.
“Stop staring. It’s awkward.”
I laughed, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “You’re so beautiful when you sleep.”
“So, you calling me ugly now that I’m awake?”
She tried hard to look offended, but did a terrible job at holding back her smile.
“No, you’re just as beautiful awake; you just look a lot more dangerous.”
“I’m harmless,” Skylar claimed.
“Yeah, okay,” I told her relaying my disbelief in the hard set of my lips. “But can we not wake up disagreeing? Can I take a piss, and then make you breakfast?”
“Only if you add washing your hands between those two tasks.”
“Oh, you wake up full of jokes, huh?” I rolled her under me and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled, trying to escape my grasp. “You’re not so funny now, are you?”
Skylar continued laughing, and wheezed out, “Stop! I gotta pee!”
“Sure, you do,” I mocked, still tickling as she continued to squirm.
Instead of giving up, Skylar chose violence. A sharp pain ran through me as I looked down, and realized she had twisted my nipple.
“Fuck!” I cried, rolling off her.
Now she was laughing as she climbed over me and out of bed.
“That’s what you get!”
This woman.
I chuckled, watching as Skylar darted into the bathroom, her naked form a blur of curves and bouncing curls.
"That's what you get!" Skylar said with a triumphant smile before she closed herself in the bathroom.
I rubbed my throbbing nipple, watching her walk away. "Dirty fighter," I called after her.
"You have no idea," she yelled back.
I fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling with a grin I couldn't suppress. Then, I took in her bedroom. It was exactly what I would have expected—sophisticated but comfortable, with bookshelves lining one wall and a large window overlooking what appeared to be a small garden. There were framed pictures, diplomas, and certificates hanging on another wall, and I made a mental note to check those out later. I wanted to know everything about Skylar Wise.
