HEAT
writer
"Oh God..." I whispered as her mouth descended hot upon my nipple while her hand firmly cupped my mouth.
Afterall, muffled moans would draw less attention than blatant screams. Not only was it wrong (what we were doing), but should we be found out, both our careers would be ruined or at the very least suffer greatly. But, somehow, her dragging teeth against my exposed erogenous zone dominated my thoughts currently.
I arched against her as her free hand trailed a pathway of fire beneath my shirt. Trying to anchor my feet, I knocked over an errant mop which landed, handle first, againsty my head. I snorted a light giggled, and her own chuckle was muted against my puckering flesh.
Had I known this morning that later I'd be heavy petting in a broom closet with Dr. Weaver, I might've put more consideration towards my lingere. As it was now, she didn't seem to mind the frayed grubby boxers I wore as she used both hands to loosen the drawstring of my scrub pants.
Our eyes met as I watched her work in the dark, and the color had gone almost completely out of her blue irisis to make way for a shadowy black.
"Abby..." her voice was so low, it was mere vibration I was responding to as I half-smiled. It was a question. She wanted to be inside me - and God, how I wanted her there.
Nodding, I shuddered as she reached behind me to hold onto my bare ass, drawing me inward. With one hand, I clutched her, holding on for dear life. My other hand met her crutch and slid up and down its cold metal length. Her reaction intrigued me. Had I not known better, I'd have sworn she was attatched to it and I was stroking some secret place inside her. Her eyes became glazed.
"Abby." she repeated, removing one hand from my ass and placing it over mine. Bringing my hand from her crutch, she kissed it before drawing three fingers into her mouth. My eyes fluttered shut, and my body trembled at the sensation.
"Christ..." I sighed.
"Shhh..." she quieted me softly as one arm wrapped around my waist and the other slid to my mound, dipping just beneath the hair. I gasped as she began reaching lower, finding me embrassingly wet, touching lightly the bundle of nerves. I held on tight while she fucked me so slowly and so tenderly, it was almost calculated.
"Kerry...mmm...faster, p-please..." I had sobbed this against her shoulder, and to shush me, she nudged me towards her for a searing kiss, her tongue mimicking her teasing fingers.
A sharp tremor shot through my body, and I reached for her, needing her against me.
This wasn't exactly the cleanest broom closet in the world, and as I reached blindly for her breast, I knew I smudged her white lab coat with dust and soot from nearby shelves.
However, if she cared, she never let on as I continued to reach for the soft globe while still rocking my hips slowly in time with her thrusts.
Between my fingers, her nipple solidified as I raised up her silky bra without preamble. Her soft grunt told me she liked it but her fingers never lost rhythm, and I was going insane with the need to come.
My own wetness coupled with her deepely gliding digits was almost more than I could handle.
"Kerry..." I breathed. "...harder."
As I continued to roll her nipple, she obliged, beginning a faster pace, driving deeper, dancing her fingers against my clit. I sank against the wall, sweat forming on my upper lip as I gyrated my hips, and just as I neared the brink, her beeper went off causing a wave of pannic to wash over me, but much to my satisfaction, she continued.
"Abby..." she said softly, but I was lost, pressing against her driving fingers.
"Abby!" she said again, stern-voiced, and my hands went to her pager, feeling around for an off-switch in the dark, finding it and dropping the contraption to the floor.
With my hands already at her waist, I trailed them around to lightly cup and squeeze her behind through her slacks. This caused her to moan softly, and in an instant, I was coming. Head thrown back, eyes rolled back, gasping into her palm which cupped over my mouth. My pussy had died and gone to heaven.
I was still shuddering as she withdrew from me, and I sank backward against the shelf, breathing deeply.
"My pager?" she inquired softly, leaning in to kiss my neck.
"I...I dropped it..." I breathed, still suffering from aftershocks. "...so...I take it we're done..."
Her low chuckle almost made me come again. "No Abby...not done....but... break is over."
I nodded in the dark and reached down to pull up my pants and retrieve her pager but while down there, I leaned forward pressing my face to her crotch. She purred, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, urging me upward. She smelled so good, so feminine, so ready.
"Kerry," I glanced up at her, pleading. "we have time. Just one little taste..."
Her hand was in my hair, but she was shaking her head, and I knew even in the shadows that her cheeks were flushed. She wanted to so badly - I could almost sense her wetness through her slacks.
"Maybe later." she said, with difficulty and I stood up to face her. For an instant, we breathed the same breath, our eyes were connected in the dark, her hand was poised, on the verge of claiming me once more, then - in an instant, she was out in the corridor, walking back towards her ER, and I stood waiting my required five minutes before following. I wouldn't be able to work with her anymore today or the memory of her hands on me - her mouth on me would consume me. It would be difficult (but not the first time) that I had to cool myself from her unending Heat.
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