35. Rohit
I lean over to Miley’s nightstand and pull it open. I do a double take. “How many do you have? There are quite a few in here…” I turn to Miley.
“I told you I haven’t needed a guy in a long time.” She smiles. “Get the pink one.”
“You mean the one shaped like a dick?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, well, I want a dick in my pussy but since we’re taking it slow, a rechargeable device will have to do,” she replies with a playful eye roll. “You only have yourself to blame.”
“I have some minor regrets.”
I retrieve Miley’s toy of choice from the drawer as well as a tube of lube. After applying some lube along the length of the wand, I look at the massive pink dick in my hand. It only has one button, so I press it. It starts vibrating in my hands, an odd but not unpleasant sensation.
“It’s nice to see you two getting acquainted.” Her smile is smug.
Lube starts to drip down the pink shaft, so I press the button again to turn it off, but it only vibrates more furiously.
“Whoa there, cowboy!”
Miley laughs. “If you want to turn it off, press and hold the button.”
I do as she says, finally quieting the toy, and then turn it in my hand to examine it some more.
“What are these butterfly wings?” I ask, genuinely curious, as I flick them with my fingers.
“Those are for clitoral stimulation,” she explains with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
“Well what are we waiting for, then? There are clits that need to be stimulated,” I say, more than eager to please her.
I slide my fingers down to Miley’s clit and circle the sensitive flesh. She gasps as she lies back and I slowly insert her vibrator into her dripping pussy while turning it on. As I advance the vibrator, the feelers meet her clit and Miley moans. I swallow her sounds with a deep kiss. I only come up for air so I can suck on her pretty little nipple. My free hand reaches up and massages her other nipple.
Miley’s back arches as she pants. “I’m close. Oh my God, I’m so close.”
“You can’t come yet, goose,” I chide. “I’m not done playing with this toy.”
I pull back on the vibrator, pulling away the pressure. Miley moans her protest and I wait for her to come down, pulling her away from her climax.
“Please Rohit.”
I whisper in her ear, “It will be worth the wait.” Meaning that in more ways than one.
She whimpers as I thrust the vibrator deeper into her core. Now that I know how the button works, I press it two more times, increasing the intensity of the vibrations.
She murmurs incoherently.
Miley’s body tenses. I know she is close. I press the wings deeper into her folds, the vibrations pulling her over the edge as she shatters. I feel her body clench in spasms and my throbbing cock aches at the thought of her tight walls wrapped about me. I pull out the vibrator and turn it off.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I kiss her forehead and then get up to go wash the toy.
“It’s waterproof!” I hear her yell from the bed. Good, because I was honestly worried about how to get it clean while not ruining the battery inside.
When I come back, I lie next to her and she wraps her arms around me and throws one leg over my torso.
“Thank you,” she whispers into my neck. “I didn’t think I could do it, but you were right, going slow is helping.” She leaves the rest unsaid, but I know her mind always wonders what will happen when we have penetrative sex. She doesn’t have to worry. I’m in no rush. When we finally take that step, I want her to be ready and enjoy herself.
I gently push the hair back from her face and kiss her forehead again. “Thank you for trusting me,” I whisper back as we both drift off to sleep.
My phone alarm beeps at an obnoxiously early hour and I quickly silence it to avoid waking up Miley. She stirs anyway as I slowly edge off the bed.
“Are you working today?” she asks, voice heavy with sleep.
“In the ICU, yeah,” I answer. I pull on my clothes and bend over the bed to give Miley a kiss. “I’m going to go home to get ready. What are you up to today?”
“I’m going to help out at the bubble tea shop and probably get my nails done while I’m down there.” Miley yawns as she stretches her arms over her head.
“I’ll text you later,” I say as I give Miley one more quick kiss before I rush home.
I shower and get to the hospital in record time. I hate being late. Not only am I always trying to rebel against the stereotype of Indian Standard Time, but I also find it deeply unprofessional to keep another nurse who has been up all night waiting. The night shift can’t go home until the day shift arrives, after all.
The night nurse hurriedly signs out the two patients I’ll be caring for today and heads home. While I’m reviewing the charts for additional information, my mind trails back to Miley for a moment. Flashes of last night run through my mind. I shake my head to refocus on work, but I know I’ll probably think of Miley many more times today.
Hannah walks by. She stops when she sees me.
“Rohit, right?” She arches an eyebrow.
I nod in the affirmative.
“That chatty patient, Rhonda, wouldn’t stop talking about you.” She shakes her head.
My ears perk up at Rhonda’s name. Some patients really stick with you.
“Is she doing okay?” I ask eagerly.
“She’s been discharged. Her surgery was more exciting than we would have liked it to be, but she did really well. The pathology came back and we got it all. She’s currently cancer free.” Hannah’s voice accents the word currently , making me a little nervous. But for now, I choose to be happy for Rhonda.
The rest of the morning passes quickly as I’m kept busy with two patients who are especially sick. On my lunch break, I send Miley a quick text to see how her day is going. She sends me a photo of her new manicure, light blue nails with little daisy flowers on the ring fingers. I put a heart on the photo and let her know I think the nails are cute. I freeze for a second when I realize how deeply I’ve fallen for her, that I’m genuinely interested in her manicure. The shock wears off at once though, when I realize how right it all feels.