My Christmas Doctor

Brian tossed my bra and his shirt aside and then moved to hover over me, pressing my back into the sofa again. He kissed me as his fingers explored my curves. I could feel his thick cock bulging against his pants, pressing into my core through my panties, and I pushed my hips up into him causing him to groan.

"God, you're killing me, sweetness," he murmured, kissing my neck, and moving down to my breasts, laving my nipple with his tongue until it peaked and turned hard with pleasure. He skimmed down my body, pressing kisses along the way, his fingers tracing the edge of my lacy panties. He gently inched my panties down, achingly slow, as his hot breath teased me. He pressed kisses to my thighs, ignoring my soaked core for the moment. Once he had them all the way off, he spread my legs and brushed a finger over my clit, sending a shockwave through me at the light touch.

"Please…" I moaned; my fingers tangled in his hair as my hips rose.

"You're so beautiful, Jane," he murmured just before his tongue connected with my center. He licked me and stroked me until I came, screaming his name and he chuckled.

I was a panting, euphoric mess and I wanted him, no, I needed him in me. "Please, Brian, please…" I urged.

He moved from me and I suddenly felt the loss of his body heat and I started to sit up, to tell him to come back, but he growled, "Stay there, don't move," in a lust filled voice that held me still on the sofa.

My eyes tracked him as he stood and removed his shoes and then pants. He pulled his wallet from his pants' pocket and took out a condom. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he removed the condom and then rolled it onto his thick cock. Then he came back to me, kissing me hard as I wrapped my legs around his waist once more.

He rubbed his hard as steel cock against my core and I moaned at the pleasure of it. "Ready?" he asked softly, gazing into my eyes.

I nodded. "Yes… please…"

He shifted and pushed himself into me all the way to the hilt and I arched up into him, loving how he filled me. He began to move, and I met him for every stroke, as we worked together to reach that pinnacle of euphoric bliss. He kissed me, his fingers gripping my breast, squeezing with every stroke of his cock within me. My ankles tightened against his back, as I pressed myself as close to him as I could, and then finally we both hit that peak and came with shouts of pleasure.

Breathing hard, I relaxed my legs on his back and giggled as I pressed kisses to his neck. "That was absolutely amazing," I panted as I gazed up into his beautiful eyes.

"I concur." He kissed my nose and grinned. "Maybe we can try the bed for round two?"

I laughed. "Yes, we can definitely do that." I had never been happier, and I couldn't believe I was so lucky to have him in my life.Chapter 16BrianTwo weeks laterI couldn't believe how perfectly Jane and I fit together. We were compatible in every way, we loved the same books, the same shows, the same foods, and sexually we were like a lit match and gasoline. The fire between us burned hot and bright.

I'd spent nearly every night at her place since we'd spent that first night together. Granted some of those nights I'd had to be at the hospital, but with her place right around the corner, it had been easy to join her for breakfast after my rounds. I didn't stay during the day, if I had to work the night shift because that would mean disturbing her work and I wouldn't do that to her. I knew she was getting close to finishing the first draft of her novel.

We'd gone to my place in Brooklyn a couple of times, but hers was more convenient, seeing as she worked from home and it was right around the corner from the hospital. Before Belle and I had married, and I'd taken the job at the hospital in lower Manhattan, I'd purchased a lovely two-story Victorian house on Albermarle Rd. in Brooklyn thinking we'd be raising a family there. When we divorced, because of the pre-nup, I'd retained the house. Belle had never liked it anyway and apparently had never wanted children, so the five bedroom, three bath home had never been filled with much love since I'd moved in. I still loved the property though and figured it was a worthwhile investment. When I'd brought Jane one evening, she'd exclaimed over the history of the place and was enthusiastic as I'd given her the tour. The house was built in 1899 and still retained all of the original features, though the plumbing and electricity had been updated by previous owners, numerous times over the years.