12 hour nights in an ICU can be Hell…literally. People dying, trying to die, afraid to die, and wishing for death. We fight the good fight, and as far as the docs and administration stiffs know, we do what we are ‘ordered’ to do in the dark hours.
But when I come home, and a deep exhale releases me from those stressors, I want only one thing; Relajante…
I strip off the trappings of my profession one at a time while I pour my ritualistic glass of wine. The trail left behind me of hemostats and pens; scrubs and stethoscopes, terminate with the classic black thong and bra. Upon entering our bathroom covered with dry erase warm fuzzies, I notice a light California-blue ocean scented candle, and a card. His thoughts of love, appreciation, and h0pe were expressed within, and sealed with a kiss. Performing our morning ablutions to the intricate strains of the Dead felt soothingly normal. Rinsing away the filth that is my vocation some days with fragrant body wash, a sharp blade, and blisteringly hot water eased my aching body. Toweling down, sipping my wine and taking long, slow, contemplative drags on my smoke further dulled my mind from the days stress. Sunshine through the sky light set my hair ablaze as I passed beneath it on my way to our cave.
Settling on my middle of the bed, I sipped my wine completely zoned out. My face flushed was flushed and my body in need. I was particularly horny this morning, and I wanted release. Anticipation chased down every nerve like lightening at a cellular level. I leaned over him to put down my glass and he continued my momentum to settle my thighs on either side of his muscled torso. At his direction, I dipped my finger in the golden wine, and after he had shimmied his body down through the arch formed by my legs, dripped a few drops on my swollen clit. His tongue was quick to save my pussy from the chilled liquid and replace it with the moist heat of his breath. With unerring accuracy, he flicked my clit, traced my lips around and back to the Alpha and the Omega. He repeated the loop until my body uncontrollably started to grind deeper into his mouth. My long, already-fatigued legs quivered and shook as the orgasm built in speed and intensity. Lifting my ass up at the last moment before climax, I feel a firm, sharp collision between his strong hand and my ass. The strikes continued mercilessly until I settled my self into my previous position, straddling his face. Repeatedly I tried to escape the orgasm, knowing the longer I held it in check, the more mind-blowing the reward. Each time I found only the slight pain, and slight comfort of his hand smacking my ass.
Finally, he gave consent to me sliding down his body, the lips of my wet pussy leaving a happy trail in its wake. The pebble of my clit found the curves and muscles of his body grinding into every spot that offered stimulation. Once I had quivered and slid my body low enough, my warm mouth closed around his cock, sliding down to the base. My tongue laved back and forth over his balls, while my breaths were shallow but hot. Fisting his hands in my hair, he repeatedly slammed my mouth down on his stiff erection. I immersed myself in the simple joy of worshipping his cock.
Moments later,”I want you to fuck me,” came whispered from my breathless mouth.
I was gently thrown back supine with a girly squeak of surprise. My hands were pinned and my legs wrapped around his waist, urging each thrust to its utmost depth. Varying his rhythm and angle to keep me poised on the brink of ecstasy, his every sense tuned to my body and his.
I was flipped around into a few more positions, searching now for the pinnacle of joy. His thrusts deeper and with a firm purpose, the orgasms came uncontrollably. One after the other, almost with every thrust and parry. At the last moment, kissing each other wherever we could reach with our tongues, the exclamation of release couldnt be halted by law or logic. The simple, yet complete joining of 2 bodies in perfect unison exactly what I needed and craved.
Shaking and sweating, I curled up against his flushed chest to gather my senses and control of my facilties.
I finally achieved it.