Page 39 of Seduction
Penina Ross
Iwoke up to something firm against my back, and something even stiffer was pinned against my ass. Then I felt his warmth and the electricity that raced through me whenever I was that close to Dr. Jake Sparrow.
“You’re awake,” he whispered, rubbing then planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
I only faintly remembered how I’d gone straight to sleep as soon as my body hit the mattress.
Then he nibbled my neck and cupped my tits as he continued rubbing his stiff erection against the crease of my ass.
“I need you, Penina,” he soughed.
The taste of my tongue made me put a hand over my mouth. “I want you, too, but I could use a serious teeth brushing and a hot shower.” The stress sweat from back-to-back highly challenging surgeries had made my armpits rank.
Dr. Sparrow steered me onto my back and peeled my hand from my mouth. I felt horrified as I watched his lips move toward mine and make contact. Our kissing was slow and erotic as his teeth dragged across my lower lip. Before we delved too deep in the act, he took his shirt off, and so did I. Then we removed our remaining garments so fast that we flopped back down on the bed to catch our breaths while staring into each other’s eyes. My heart played like a fiddle.
“Why don’t you speak to me at work?” I asked.
He opened his mouth then closed it.
“Are you ashamed of me?” I asked.
“You know the answer to that, Penina,” he said finally.
“To what? Why you don’t talk to me or if you’re ashamed of me?”
“Both,” he said as he reached over to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. I liked that he’d entered the guestroom prepared.
“If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t be asking.”
He glanced back at me as he rolled the condom over his huge dick. “I’m your attending, and I’ll never be ashamed of you.”
The corners of my mouth drew up in a satisfied smile, but I wasn’t done questioning him. “Do you own this penthouse?”
He positioned himself on top of me. Then he used his knee to part my thighs, and without pause, his erection surged through my pussy.
We kept our hooded gazes pasted on each other as he slid in and out of me, our bodies shifting forward and back with each thrust. Not until sparks of orgasm started to flicker down there did I close my eyes and suck air sharply into my throat.
Then his mouth melted with mine, and we kissed as our sexes continued to collide.
* * *
The room smelledlike an ambrosia of our sweat and breath. The atmosphere was unlit, yet our eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. Each one of Sparrow’s strokes had felt so damn good up until the moment of his release. Fucking him was different from doing it with any man I’d ever been with. I couldn’t even say we had fucked. The intense feelings that had been stirred inside me were like nothing I’d ever felt. It was as if with each crashing of our hips, we were in search of something bigger than ourselves. Without a doubt, all variations of our sexual exercise were the two of us making love.
I lay in his arms, fighting the urge to drift off. He stayed silent behind me. From his quiet and even breaths and the rigidity in his body, I was sure he wasn’t struggling to stay awake.
“Thank you,” he said and kissed the back of my shoulder then drew me closer against him.
“No, thank you,” I said.
His hand slid up and down the curve of my hip. His touch held a yearning, and it made me want to fulfill his every desire to have me.
“Are you fighting sleep?” he asked.
I raised my eyebrows, shocked he had noticed. The thing was that I didn’t want to lose consciousness. I wanted to be with him. Whenever I woke up, he was always gone.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked.
“Haven’t I told you that I don’t sleep?” he asked.
