Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I pulled away from her and set the bag on the floor before I moved to the couch, sitting in the center, my feet planted far apart. I lifted my hips and pulled down my bottoms until my dick popped out, hard and against my stomach. “You’ve got two weeks of sex to make up for.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
She gave me an endearing smile as she walked over and started to peel her layers away, pulling her dress over her head, slipping off her heels, getting rid of her bra and her panties next. Buck naked, she climbed on top, circled her arms around my neck, and slid down my shaft, bringing it inside her, stretching her wide apart, making her wince in pain and pant in desire.
My hands held on to her hips, and I kept her flush against me, making sure every inch of my dick was inside that perfect wetness. My fingers slid to her cheeks, and I gripped her ass as I guided her up and down slowly, watching her get used to my dick because two weeks was enough absence to make her tight all over again.
Her cream built up at the base of my dick and around the grooves of my crown, the skin glistening with her arousal. My dick was already tinting red the way my forehead did, but for a different reason.
“Show my dick how sorry you are.”
She started to move faster, grinding her clit against my body on the way down, bouncing up and down and rocking her hips at the perfect time, squeezing my dick with her tightness and smearing her cream all over me. She breathed in my face, getting more and more into it, just fucking me while I got to sit back, watch, and enjoy it.
Oh yeah, she was definitely sorry.
She pressed her forehead against mine and locked her arms around my neck, holding on as she came all over me, tears starting in the corners of her eyes and dripping down her cheeks, smearing her makeup. Her hips slowly came to a stop as she breathed against my cheek, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
I gave her ass a smack. “Baby, why’d you stop? Come on, you’ve got work to do.”
We lay in bed together at the end of the night, the TV off as we snuggled together. She was partially on top of me, her legs tucked between mine, her hair all over me, our bodies naked and warm since we were skin-to-skin.
We hadn’t really talked, not even through dinner, and we spent our time getting physically reacquainted because two weeks was a long time for me to be celibate when my woman was super hot.
“You never told me how your trip was.” Her fingers drew circles on my chest.
“Busy.”
“Yeah?”
“There were several hundred people who walked from their villages to come see me.”
“Wow.”
“I ended up doing twenty-five surgeries.”
“How’d that go?”
“Well.” Everyone left in better condition than when they showed up. “There were a lot of kids.”
“I can imagine…”
“I was so busy that all I did was work and sleep, pretty much. I’m not sure we would have had time to do anything else, honestly. A lot more people showed up than I anticipated.”
“Then we need to figure out a way for those people to get care regularly.”
“Yeah, we do.” It was a problem that didn’t seem to have a solution, but with our heads pressed together, we’d figure out a way.
“So, when do we get to see Ryan?”
“Not sure. Catherine and I haven’t talked since I screamed at her, but I have to wait at least a few more days anyway. Make sure I don’t give him anything.”
“True.”
“But that means it’s just the two of us for a while, so that’s nice.” My fingers ran through her hair as I looked down at her, seeing her all over me, exactly where she belonged. When we were apart, my heart had an irregular beat, and I was constantly flustered until we were reunited. But once we were together again, it beat nice and slow, at peace.
“Yeah. What should we do?”
“This,” I blurted.
She chuckled. “That sounds good to me.”
It was getting late, so it was time to go to sleep, but we both stayed awake, more absorbed in each other than anything else.
“Next week, your new schedule will start,” she said. “You’ll have two days free.”
“That’s weird, free time. I’ve been working full time since…forever.” Even in college, I had part-time gigs, like research or something of that nature. “But that’s just how it has to be, and I’m fine with it.” I’d have to give up something I loved for my son, but that was what parents did.
“I have someone to take over your position. Her name is Dr. Young.”