She nodded, eyes closed, digging her nails in my shoulders. I moved my hips back and forth, watching her expression change as pleasure overwhelmed her too.
“Cole. Cole!” she whispered.
I pressed my fingers on her ass cheeks, pressing them together. She tightened around me. I was barely hanging in there. The muscles in my thighs were burning, and I needed to move faster. I needed to be in even deeper. She kept undulating her hips, running her fingers down my shoulders and chest, driving me crazy.
This was a glorious feeling, her inner muscles squeezing me tight, her buttocks filling my hands. Perspiration gathered on her skin; her face was scrunched up in concentration. Pleasure shot through me like arrows, cutting my breath short, clouding my vision. It started at the base of my spine, slithering upward.
I leaned back a little so there was more space between us.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “I want to see you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Laney gasped, and her body jerked violently. She blushed, bringing one hand between us. I was balls deep inside her, holding her against the door, but this command made her blush?
She was one of a kind.
She skimmed her fingers over her clit, and the jerking in her body intensified. She came almost immediately, squeezing so tight around me that my breathing stuttered.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, feeling her come all around me. She cried out, still moving her hips, until I climaxed with a violent full-body jerk. Everything was burning: my lungs, my skin, my muscles.
I kept her ass away from the door, pounding inside her with all I had, chasing every last drop of release. And then I just stopped, resting my head in the crook of her neck, basking in this aftereffect of the orgasm.
My cock was still throbbing. She flexed her inner muscles twice, and I groaned.
“Laney!”
“Mmm... yeah. I’m...” she murmured. I liked that she wasn’t even able to form sentences. Not that I was faring any better. Damn, I was barely remembering how to breathe.
Pulling out of her, I gently lowered her until her feet were on the floor. She leaned against the door, her eyes closed. Quickly, I discarded the condom before turning to focus on her. I’d just had her, and yet I craved touching her. I drummed my fingers on her chest. Her skin was soft and silky
“How about that bath?” I asked.
She laughed, looking up at me. “Well, my medical advice would be to lie down on the bed for a few minutes. Otherwise we risk getting dizzy in the hot water.”
“I see. Your medical advice... and you’re sure it’s not self-serving? Not one bit?”
“Why would I do that?”
“So you can feel me up.”
Her eyes widened playfully. Her mouth formed an O. “Me? Self-serving? Never.”
“What’s that hand doing all over my chest then?”
“Just checking how fast your heartbeat is. You know... for medical purposes.”
“Assess away, doc.”
She tried to rein in her smile, keeping her palm right above my heart.
“What’s the verdict?” I asked.
“Can’t tell yet.”
“You think I need a more thorough investigation?”
“Definitely. Might even need something more thorough than my fingers.”
“Like what?”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “My mouth.”
My cock twitched. She wiggled her eyebrows again.
“I take it you like my plan.”
“Hell, yes.”
“Good.”
Even though I was dying for her touch, I craved a taste even more. I pulled her up to me, kissing her hard and deep until she moaned against my mouth. A protest, I realized.
She pulled back, shaking her head. “That’s not how it works. You can’t hijack my examination.”
“I see. Would you like to go to bed to finish it?”
“You know what, I can examine you in the tub as well. I can multitask.” Leaning past me, she went to the tub. “We need to get clean anyway.”
“Want to clean me up, doc?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The water was lukewarm, but it was pleasant to sit in it. Laney was on her knees in front of me, roaming her hands on my chest and massaging my shoulders. Her breasts were right in my face. I couldn’t resist licking one nipple.
She gasped. “Hey! What did we say about no hijacking?”
With a lazy smile, I leaned my back against the tub, placing my hands on the edges.
“Keep them there,” Laney said sternly.
“Will do, doc.”
“Close your eyes.”
I leaned the back of my head on the edge of the tub, eyelids closed, smiling when I heard Laney pour shower gel on her palms, then rub it