“You were going to stand really still while I help you get dry,” I tell him. “You’re my patient, and it’s my duty to make sure that you’re well taken care of.”
Am I really going for the sexy nurse role play here? Am I so in need of a good lay that I’m willing to cheapen my profession by turning into a bedroom game?
“Yes, Nurse Butcher,” he says and before the next breath, he’s laughing.
“What?” I ask, feeling suddenly on the spot.
He tries to collect himself. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s just—Nurse Butcher. You’ve got to think that’s going to make some people a little nervous.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” I moan, rolling my eyes. “Keep acting like you never put my last name and the profession I’m training for together before.”
I’m not going to tell him this, but I actually did consider changing my last name when I decided to go into nursing. People are jittery enough when they’re in the hospital, and having someone called Nurse Butcher coming in and out of the room isn’t going to make that any easier.
For now, though, I let the towel glide over Mason’s firm body. In the days since he passed out, we’ve really started getting closer than either of us would allow before then. I really don’t think it’s all because I’m taking care of him, either.
The last few days, things have just been easier. We’re talking without the awkward pauses; we’re joking and teasing each other. It’s the way our relationship started, and I’m just glad that part of it isn’t gone for good.
Mason is still and cooperative as I dry his body, spending a little bit more time than is strictly necessary around the more exciting parts of his anatomy. His response is what I’d definitely call a positive one.
I resist the temptation to go too far before he’s safely back in bed, though I do lead him there with a new, dry towel in one hand while the other is wrapped around his erection.
He lies down and I tell him, “Be still.” I tell him, “Just relax.”
There’s no complaint.
I set the towel on the bed next to him and unfold it. He lifts himself and I slide the towel underneath him.
He eases himself back down and I start lifting my shirt.
“Need any—” he starts.
“I’ve got it,” I interrupt. “You just relax. Nurse Butcher will be with you in a moment.”
“You know, the title’s not nearly so intimidating when you’re getting undressed,” he says. “I don’t know if that’s something you’d want to do with all of your patients, but it’s really doing wonders for my morale.”
“Shh…” I respond, putting an index finger to my lips before returning both hands to my shirt and lifting it the rest of the way off of me.
I unfasten my bra and remove it, dropping it off the side of the bed.
“I’ve got to check your temperature,” I tell him.
I run my hands over his chest and down his hard abs, and I lower my mouth over him, guiding his tip between my lips. His skin’s cool from the bath, but he’s already starting to warm up against my tongue.
His hand comes softly, his fingers brushing through my hair, but I lift my head, telling him to just relax. When I feel him against my tongue again, he’s warmed up considerably.
With one hand around him, I take him a little deeper in my mouth. He lets out a long, low hum, and I feel him flex a little as I continue to suck him.
“Is this how you normally take a patient’s temperature?” he asks.
I answer, “Hmm-mmm,” with him still in my mouth. I don’t know if he really can’t understand the response, but he asks me to repeat what I said. When the vibration of my voice comes again, he takes a sharp breath in and I glance up at him to make sure it’s a good thing.
He just wanted to feel the hum. I’m happy to oblige.
My free hand finds its way to the button of my pants, which I unfasten. I pull the zipper down just far enough and I shimmy my way out of the fabric, leaving only my panties as a barrier between him and the incredible wetness between my legs.
I remove my hand from his shaft and lean forward, letting him come out of my mouth slowly. When he’s free, I kiss his stomach.
My lips slither up his body with a dozen soft caresses, and I take his hand as I kneel, pulling my panties down until they come to rest just above my knees.
I put his hand against my core and guide his fingers over my all-too-willing core. He lets me direct his fingers to my clit and then inside, and even though I’m purposely doing all the work, his touch is gravity.
Kissing his neck, I lift myself off my knees enough to straighten my leg and maneuver my panties the rest of the way off, and I drape myself over Mason’s body, feeling his hardness pressed between us.
“Now, what does a good patient do when Nurse Butcher is giving him a checkup?” I ask.
Okay, the singsong voice is a little much, but Mason doesn’t seem to mind.
“Keep still?” he asks.
“That’s right,” I tell him and slide up his body a little until my clit is moving over his rigid sex.
I grind against him, building the anticipation between our bodies until I cannot take another moment without him inside me. It’s a little funny, but in the heat of the moment, I all but lunge toward the nightstand, grabbing and pulling the handle of the drawer and snatching a condom from its box inside the drawer.
The wrapper’s open and then on the floor, the condom now resting atop his tip and now rolling down his shaft.
The waiting is torture, even though it’s a matter of less than ten seconds before I’m putting him at the sacred entrance of my body and pressing him into me.
His arms come up and wrap around me, but I lean back enough that Mason gets the idea and lets them fall to his sides once more. I think the plan was for me to keep going with the Nurse Naughty routine, but I couldn’t speak if I wanted to.
Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, but this feels different. There’s no worry or trepidation, only a pure desire to stretch this moment out until infinity gives up trying to measure it.
I kiss his neck, his lips. His mouth is warm, his lips soft and supple. My nipples harden against his skin, and I’m quivering with him inside me.
My breathing is erratic as I lift myself to my knees, my hands on his chest for support, and my eyes are half-closed as I coax the ember into a flame, his pulsating erection stimulating everything inside of me.
He’s looking up at me with dilated eyes, his mouth partially open, and I kiss him just a little too hard, just enough to pull him back a little. As my body holds him, I use a lot of those delaying tactics, edging him as close to the threshold as possible before bringing him back again.
The longer he’s inside, the less I’m willing to wait until I see his mouth come open, and I feel his chest beneath my hands, rising and falling with deep breaths.
His arms close around me again, but this time I don’t chastise. He’s lifting his hips as mine fall and he’s gripping my butt, keeping me so close to him.
My knees bend and straighten in rhythm and in the next moment, they’re useless beneath me. Mason’s hands are now on my back and he’s pulling me to him, the fronts of our bodies no longer distinct, but complimentary and I finally just let go.