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Her mouth, velvet smooth and unbelievably tight, suckled on him tenderly. Zayne felt like he was falling endlessly, and the only thing keeping him grounded was her blunt nails digging into his hamstrings as she held onto him. Sliding her lips back and looking up at him with teary eyes, she smiled, tongue flicking over the tip of his cock. This time, he groaned out loud when she sank back down his length, tongue grazing over the thick vein.
Wet sounds resounded in the room as his fingers tangled in her locks, scraping his nails against her scalp. He held back another groan when she choked around him, drool sliding down his slick length. Releasing her tresses, he caressed her face, tipping her chin up to see her glistening eyes, lips wrapped tight around his cock.
Zayne watched her gag again when his hips jolted upwards at the sight, moaning as her fingers trembled on the taut muscle of his thighs. He threw his head back at the sensation before threading his fingers through her hair and easing himself out of her mouth.
How a casual movie night after a long business trip had resulted in this moment, Zayne wasn't entirely sure, but the lustful haze taking over his brain ensured that he didn't care. Who would have thought Akso Hospital’s pride and joy, the image of stoic control, would be falling apart on a Saturday evening with his dick sliding down the love of his life’s throat.
Hoisting her up to her feet from her position on the foot of their bed, he pulled her onto his lap, wiping the slick off her lower lip. She parted her lips to exhale, eyes glazed over, leaning into his touch. Her dishevelled appearance sent another surge through him that made him feel like he was going to burst.
But no, he told himself. He was going to unravel the woman in his arms until he was satisfied. Her urgent teasing was tempting, and as much as he would have loved to sink right into her and pound into her till she was speechless, he needed to see her beg for it.
“Pretty,” he breathed, leaning in to kiss her, her lips parting on contact, tongue sliding against his as she moaned. Her arms wound around his neck as his hands went to grab at the globes of her ass. “So beautiful.”
“Zayne…” she whimpered, her hips canting, trying to get some form of friction against her panty-covered cunt.
Yet he did not relent, instead pulling her lips to his again, as he kissed her deeply. She gripped at his shoulders, pulling away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Zayne felt another heady rush when she whined his name again as he nipped at her ear before giving her ass a punishing squeeze.
“Behave,” he muttered, deft hands sliding her loose t-shirt off before peppering her neck with kisses, inhaling her scent—a faded vanilla perfume mingled with the sweat of her anticipation, and something that filled him with the sense of ‘home’ while driving him to the brink of insanity.
The t-shirt dropped to the ground, and Zayne couldn't help but stare at her. She ground against his crotch, her nipples erect, demanding his affection, and the wet patch on her panties slowly growing as her chest heaved with desire. He bent down to lave his tongue against the pert bud, eliciting yet another cry from her, her nails now digging into his nape.
“Hurry,” she urged, almost petulantly, making him smile against her skin.
He always found her endearing when she got like this. Like she couldn't get enough of him, that she had to have him as soon as possible, and while he did enjoy indulging her, he enjoyed making her squirm even more.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her breast , giving it a gentle suck, feeling her grip tighten. “Be good for me. I need to savour you first.”
His lips tightened around her nipple, making her back arch and thighs tremble, while his fingers pinched the other one, just enough for her to hiss out his name in frustration. Sliding down her soft abdomen, he found her dripping core and gave it a quick but firm swipe.
“Zayne,” she warned, now gripping tighter at his hair and pulling his head back, sending a stinging sensation through his scalp.
He pushed the offending, sopping fabric to the side, gliding his index and middle fingers up her slit almost like he was casually testing the temperature of a bath before using those same fingers to draw a figure of eight around her clit. He could sense her winding up. He observed her in a hypnotic stupor as his fingers moved rapidly, her wet cunt making a loud, obscene sound that made him bite his lip as he barely held back his hunger for her. Fucking her into the mattress would have to wait for now.
“Do you hear yourself, my love?”
“Please,” she begged, bucking her hips closer to his fingers, causing his knuckles to nudge at her clit. She pressed her lips to his flushed ear and peppered his face with kisses. It was a sweet plea…but not enough to sate his desire to watch her crumble from her desperation for him.
He spread her vulva apart with his fingers, and delicately swiped his fingers around the entrance, carefully avoiding her clit till he saw tears welling in her eyes. She caressed his cheeks, pawed at his unbuttoned shirt,and shifted her hips, trying anything to get him to give her what she wanted. When her forehead finally met his bare shoulder in frustrated exhaustion, he dove his fingers in with a loud squelching sound.
Her teeth sank into his skin with a cry of pleasure as he set an unrelenting pace, thumb flitting over her clit, his fingers spreading her out and curling in.
“Use your words, not your teeth, darling,” Zayne huffed.
She opened her mouth, then closed it, seemingly unable to speak. Puffs of hot breath left her lips, brushing against his cheek as she tried to maintain her balance on his lap. She tried narrowing her eyes at him instead, only for them to roll back when he targeted his efforts on her sweet spot.
Zayne paused, and her panicked gaze immediately snapped back to meet his own. He smiled, enjoying her desperation.
“I could stop…” he teased, slowing down his movements,“…or you could use your words.”
“Zayne, please—” she sounded frantic, gripping at his wrist to get him to move. She looked at him pitifully, trying to bounce on his fingers instead, but to no avail.
“Please what, darling?” His face remained seemingly impassive even though his cock twitched at the sight. “Please stop?”
“No!” She shook her head vigorously. “Please, move your fingers, Zaynie I wanna cum, please—ah!’
She moaned, when his digits resumed their assault within her. He watched with greedy eyes as his name left her plump lips, her hips rocking in sync with his fingers, then focused on her pebbled buds somehow more taut and captivating than before.
He felt her flutter around his fingers as she firmly held his head against her chest, so he doubled down, sucking on her puffy nipples and lavishing her breasts with kisses. He listened in awe as she moaned, the sound soft but long as she came, her tight walls spasming around his thick digits.
She fell slack against his chest, but Zayne didn't stop. He flicked back and forth over her clit and slowly dragged his index and middle fingers over the spongy tissue of her g-spot.
“Ah—ah, stop…” she sobbed from the overstimulation, trying to push him away as he sucked a hickey onto the top of her breast. Her hands gripped at his forearms in a feeble attempt to halt his actions but her body was too weak, too boneless from her climax.
“Mmm, I think you can give me one more,” he hummed thoughtfully, licking a stripe up the pulse thrumming in her neck and swallowing her sob with a kiss as she squirmed on his fingers. “You were so desperate for my fingers a minute ago. You need to be able to take what you started.”
“Zayne...it feels weird—” she slurred against his lips, trying and failing to still his motions as he pressed at her sensitive spots with clinical precision.
Her body trembled with the tell-tale signs of an impending climax. Zayne watched with glee as her eyes glazed over, her mouth dropped open, and her chest heaved as the pitch of her moans shifted higher. He focused his efforts on her clit, feeling her tighten around his fingers.
Nipping at her ear, he whispered, “Come on, just one more.”
And then she finally let go, her arousal spurting out of her and drenching his lap. He worked her through her orgasm, gently rubbing her waist as her body spasmed in his arms, slowly bringing her down from her high. As she slumped against him, he couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face. She had never squirted before and as a man of science, he was going to have to replicate this experience a few more times in the near future to see if this was just a one-time incident.
When she pulled back a few seconds later, still a little dazed, and glanced down, her eyes went wide as she realised what had happened. Hiding her face in his shoulder again, she let out a mortified scream.
“Oh my god,” she squeaked, her voice hoarse. “I—I can't believe…oh god I didn't mean to…”
“Why are you sorry, darling?” Guiltily, she tried shuffling off him, but he pulled her by the waist and kissed her temple, caressing her sides. “You did so well for me. It's an honour to have you cum all over my lap.”
Then he smiled cruelly.
“I think you’re ready to cum on my penis now.”
Usually, she would quip at his scientific, surgical phrasing for his dick, probably roll her eyes in fond exasperation and say in a monotonous tone, ‘Okay Mister Doctor Sir.’ And she probably would have if he had given her any time to think or process, but he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed, yanking her soaked panties off so suddenly, she merely gasped. She had only just recovered her breath when he lined his cock against her entrance and sank into the hilt, her tight, wet cunt barely resisting the intrusion.
He let out a low, deep moan as he finally felt the heat of her around his aching cock, her walls greedily sucking him in, nearly refusing to let go.
Forcing her hips off the mattress, he hoisted her legs up onto his shoulders, and drove into her at a steady pace. Her hands curled into the bedsheets. He watched with fascination as her head lolled with each well-timed thrust, drool glistening down her chin as she let out intermittent sobs from the overwhelming pleasure.
He littered her calves with kisses, sighing heavily into the thick flesh every time she tightened around him. Nipping at her skin, he met her glazed over eyes, noticing she was too far gone to register the sting. Nonetheless, he soothed the red skin with his tongue, his hips snapping as he drove further into her, watching her eyes roll back, a breathless moan leaving her.
“My love, are you with me?”
Nodding, she reached her arms out to him, her eyes filled with tears and Zayne felt his heart tighten. Lowering her legs and wrapping them around his waist, he leaned into her arms and pecked her on the lips, relishing in the feeling of their sweaty bodies against each other. Resting his forehead against hers, he placed a hand on her lower abdomen, applying just enough pressure to watch her eyes roll back with a silent scream when he thrusted up.
“Zaynie, Zayne, Zayne…” she chanted, almost unintelligible, her arms sliding up to cup his cheeks. “Kiss me. I'm gonna cum my love. Please, please…kiss me...”
The words garbled out of her mouth, her eyes watery and imploring, as though he were capable of denying her. He would give her the world if he could. His open lips pressed against hers, his tongue snaking in and caressing the roof of her mouth before she sucked on his tongue.
He shuddered with pleasure, the pressure rising in his body. He was nearly there, he just needed a little more…
Zayne picked up his pace and hissed as her nails slowly dragged down his back, sure to leave red streaks for his viewing pleasure in the mirror the next day. Breathing heavily, tongue still entangled with hers, he felt her walls pulse around him, making him see stars until he finally tipped over the edge and came with a loud groan, her own release following immediately after.
Finally breaking their kiss, they lay there, bodies intertwined, the sound of their panting filling up the otherwise silent room. Releasing her legs from his vice grip, he straightened up and pulled out of her, watching as their seeds mixed together, dripping out onto the previously clean sheets, resisting the urge to push it back into her.
His eyes shifted to her limp body, heaving breaths, and glazed over eyes that met his own with an adoration that made him feel like he was floating. He leaned down to kiss her damp forehead, gently pushing back her dark hair that was stuck to it. He lavished her in praise, telling her what a good job she had done for him, feeling her body hum with pleasure as he eased her mind back to this world. Soon he'd carry her to a bath, change the sheets, and go to sleep with her in his arms. But for now, he'd hold her sweaty, spent body against his and place soft kisses into it.
Whispering her name, he caught her attention as she buried her head in his chest.
“Mmm?” She cooed. Her breathing had steadied and experience told him that sleep threatened to take over.
“I love you,” he mumbled, nuzzling into her hair.
She tightened her arms around him, pressing her pillowy lips over his beating heart, her words causing it to flutter and filling him with delight.
“And I, you, Zayne.”