He forced his thigh upward and she groaned. He rubbed it against her vulva, matching the thrust of his tongue in her mouth.
He had to have her. Had to have her now. Right here in the hospital hallway. He didn’t care who walked by, who might be in the next room.
Room.
The supply closet.
He jiggled the doorknob and it opened.
“In here, baby,” he said.
The small room was dark and smelled of pine, but he didn’t care, nor did Sydney seem to. He unzipped her jeans and thrust his fingers into her heat.
Soaking wet for him. He thought he might cream for her right there.
“Sam, Sam, I need you,” she whimpered into his shoulder.
“It’s dark in here, sweetheart. Take off your boots and jeans. I’d do it for you but I can’t see.”
Fabric rustled. He fumbled with his own belt and jeans and pushed them down to his knees. When she came toward him, he lifted her and placed her on his rigid cock.
“Oh God.” She sighed.
“Yeah, baby. God, you have no idea how much I need this.”
“I have a pretty good idea,” she said.
She clung to him, and he held onto her with his strong arms and moved her up and down upon his hardness.
Her sleek warmth gloved him like no other. If only this could last forever. If only.
He wanted her to come, but he couldn’t let go of her to touch her clit. As if reading his mind, she snaked one arm between their bodies and began to stimulate herself.
And he was even more turned on than before.
He lifted her soft body up, to the tip of his cock, and lowered her down to his base.
Sweet sensation.
Sweet fuck.
No.
Sweet love.
This wasn’t a fuck. This was making love.
He was making love to his woman in a hospital supply closet, but it didn’t matter. It was love, pure and simple, and it was a validation of the life that flowed through their veins.
“Sam, I‘m coming. I’m coming!”
Sydney’s warmth throbbed against him, and he let himself go.
The convulsions started at the base of his cock and shot through as he shot into her. His veins pulsed, his muscles contracted. His whole body went rigid, relaxed, and went rigid again. When he wasn’t sure he could stand any longer, he had to let Sydney go.
“I’m sorry, baby. I have to put you down.”
Her legs slid down his thighs. “It’s okay. God, it’s okay. That was amazing.”