Indulgent Pleasures

A thrill zipped through her. She didn’t realize she’d get such a kick out of this. “Just put your hands behind your head and enjoy, Justin. Trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you, baby. I just like touching you while you touch me.”

His admission spread warmth throughout her body and moisture gathered between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, suddenly aching, and he didn’t miss her movements.

“I can make you feel good, too, you know.” His low, dangerously persuasive voice almost made her cave.

Almost.

Ignoring his words, she shifted and grabbed the sheet that covered him, yanking it down. He wore black jersey shorts, the front of them straining from his impressive erection and she touched him there, her fingers light, barely grazing him.

He groaned, his hips bucked and she marveled at how easily she aroused him. She felt strong, powerful and without hesitation, her fingers curled around the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down until his cock sprang free.

“No underwear?” She pulled his shorts down his legs and off, tossing them onto the floor.

He lay before her gloriously bare and all hers to lavish attention upon. His eyes opened, his gaze burning into hers and she leaned over him, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

Justin licked his lips, propping himself up on the pillows beneath him. “I was lazy today.”

“I like you lazy.” Her fingers drifted across his rock hard belly, tracing every indentation and dip of muscle and flesh. His body was like a work of art, truly the most beautiful man she’d ever had the privilege to touch and feast upon. She wanted to get her fill tonight.

Scooping up more whipped cream

with the tips of two fingers, she spread it over his belly, watching it slowly melt from the warmth of his skin. Quickly, she licked his belly, the cream dissolving on the tip of her tongue, his body heat scorching.

The insistent nudge of his cock thrilled her, but she wanted to take her time, tease him until he was a quivering mass of begging flesh. She ignored his cock and moved closer, straddling his belly. Her wet panties brushed against his hard stomach and for that brief moment, she would’ve given anything to move down a little and let his cock press against her most intimate spot.

But she didn’t, she couldn’t. There would be no intercourse tonight. She wasn’t about to hurt him or give him too hard of a workout. He needed to take care of himself and she wasn’t about to be responsible for making his condition even worse.

His hands automatically went to her waist, his long, thick fingers gripping her, scorching hot through the thin fabric of her uniform. “I wish I would’ve had this type of treatment while I was in the hospital.”

She laughed and braced her hands on his pecs. “I’m sure you do.”

He smiled in return. “Hell, yes. None of the nurses were as pretty as you, though.”

Stephanie loved how he always complimented her and made her feel good. She decided to reward him by unbuttoning the top of her uniform, undoing each little button nice and slow, revealing her naked skin inch by inch.

He watched, his eyes riveted to her chest, his breathing accelerated, his lips parted. She nudged the fabric aside, flashing him a glimpse of one breast, distended nipple and all and he swallowed hard.

“Wow,” he breathed as if he’d never seen her naked before.

Adjusting the top so both of her breasts popped out, she sat on top of him, feeling wicked and more than a little naughty. Her skirt hiked up from her position, revealing the top edge of her fishnet thigh highs and her breasts hanging out of her top. Her soaking wet panties settled against his hard stomach and she gripped his shoulders. She was hanging over him like some sort of offering.

She was the naughty nurse about to take advantage of her more than willing patient.

“Hell Stephanie, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” His expression was pained, his jaw tight and she leaned down to press the sweetest kiss to his lips.

“If this is too much for you to handle I’ll stop,” she whispered against his mouth, her tongue darting out to lick.

His hands moved up, cupping her breasts and she moaned low in her throat. This wasn’t part of the plan, he wasn’t supposed to touch her. She was supposed to only touch him.

But she couldn’t stop him because secretly, she didn’t want to. His touch felt far too good.

“Don’t you dare stop.” He kneaded her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She arched into his touch and he lifted his head, his lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking hard.

Electric heat flashed through her body at his touch and she cried out, moaning his name when he switched to the other nipple. He sucked and licked, his mouth wet and hot and driving her crazy.

“Justin.” She shoved at his shoulders but he wouldn’t stop. His cock nudged against her ass and if she slipped down just the tiniest bit, pushed her panties aside he would be inside her, thick and hot and fucking her to oblivion.