Chapter Thirty-One
The best part of making up is the incredible make-up sex. (Please don’t tell Lyla I said that.)
- Asher
Asher
“We can, uh, go slow or you know wait if you need to,” I murmur in between kisses.
Lyla tugs at my bowtie again. “Not on your life, Dr. Cannon. I need you now.”
I grin and push my front door open with one hand while I try to keep my other around Lyla. It’s a hard adjustment and I almost trip over my own shoes.
Lyla doesn’t let up on the kisses though and pushes me back on the bed once we’re in the bedroom.
“I think I’ll be in charge this time, Doc. You sit back and let me take care of everything.” Her seductive tone sends my pulse skyrocketing.
I sit back on my elbows and decide to enjoy the show, even though my cock is rock hard before the show has even begun.
She tugs her dress over her head and gives me a sweet, but naughty smile. I love all her smiles, but her naughty ones most of all.
She’s a vision in black lace as she approaches the bed. “Now, Dr. Cannon, I heard you have this ache. Can you tell me exactly where the ache is?”
I send her a cocky smile. “Oh, I do have an ache, Nurse Lyla, a terrible one. Only you can make it better.”
I can see she’s trying to hold back a giggle as she says, “Can you put your hand on it, please?”
I reach down, taking my time and trailing my finger over her lace panties in the meantime. I’m rewarded with a rich groan from her. I place my palm over my penis, which is still encased in my boxer briefs and suit pants.
She immediately places her hand over mine. “This is where it hurts, doctor?” she asks in a sweet, na?ve voice.
I try not to let my eyes roll back in my head at her touch. “Yes, but I think I need to show you. You know, without any barriers between us.”
Her eyes light up and she bites her lip. “Oh, I think I can make that happen.”
She unbuttons my pants and lowers my pants and underwear over my hips as I watch her through eyes hazed over with lust. Her breasts bob against the tight restraint of her black lace bra and I ache to touch them, but I lay back, still at her mercy.
“Oh, it’s so big,” she exclaims, “and hard. That must be why it hurts so much. Do you think the touch of my hand would help?”
I lose all ability to think as her small hand closes around my heavy cock. “Y…yes that feels much better,” I say in a low voice. “So much better.”
“What about my mouth?” she tilts her head to the side and looks down at me, “do you think my mouth would make you feel better?”
Fuckity, fuck, fuck. I clear my throat. “Yes, I think that would make it feel much better. Hell, might even cure it.”
She sends me another sweet smile. I watch as her lips enclose around the head of my hard length, and I do feel myself begin to lose it then. My hips buck up in response and she makes a humming sound that comes from the back of her throat. I feel the vibration all the way down the length of my penis.
“Fuck, Lyla, I’m not going to be able to hold out long,” I whisper, clawing at the sheets below me.
She takes me further into the warmth of her mouth and then releases me with a pop. “That’s Nurse Lyla to you, Doc.”
I grasp onto her lace-clad bottom and scoot her up my body. “I want to come inside you, Nurse Lyla. I think that would cure it once and for all. Please let me inside.”
She arches an eyebrow. “You really think that would cure you?”
“Y…yes, I’m sure it would.” I’m panting, waiting for the chance to be inside her heat.
She climbs over me and pushes her panties to the side. I reach up, sliding my finger along her slit. I push a finger inside her wetness, and she gasps. “Do you have an ache too, nurse? Perhaps one I can fix for you too?” I ask huskily.
Her naughty smile sets me on fire again. “Yes, I think you can help me fix that too. I think I’ll fix both our aches.”
I take my finger away and feel her slit slide across the head of my cock. She slides down slowly on me, taking my girth inch by inch. The feeling is indescribable, and I thrust upward, wanting to fill her up completely.
She pushes down on my chest. “Slowly, doctor, slowly, at first,” she admonishes.
I do as she says, until she finally takes me all the way inside. “You feel so good, doctor. So fucking good.” With those words, she leans down and kisses me hungrily. The kiss is wild and reckless, just like my Lyla.
She pulls up again and then sits back down. I let her set the pace, going slowly at first and then ramping up until I can’t feel anything but her, until I’m completely surrounded by her.
I feel the tingle at the edge of my spine signaling my oncoming release. I want to hold onto this feeling. I want to always be inside of her this way.
I grit my teeth together. “I’m coming, Lyla. Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
She throws her head back and those golden curls bounce as she continues to ride me. I feel her falling apart and know I can’t take it any longer.
“I love you, Lyla. I love you always,” I chant over and over again as I ram up into her. I come hard, spurt after spurt unloading into her. I want to mark her as mine. I want to claim her forever.
She lays in my arms afterwards for a long time. We talk of nothing and everything. She looks up at me with those bright blue eyes and I melt again. “Did I cure you?” she asks.
I smile broadly. “Yes, nurse, you cured me of everything. Now that I’m finally yours, I’m cured of everything all at once.”