them a little wider, noticing the effect it had on me. Her hands drifted over her body from her breasts to the spot between her legs I had just been working on. She looked up at me with apprehension, as if she was asking permission, and I had to force my words out.
“Do it, baby. Do it. Jesus, Dallas,” I heaved out, trying desperately to stay in the game. My dick jolted as she reached her center and began to manipulate it. I stroked myself once, twice, and had to grip myself tightly to keep from going any further.
“Fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life,” I said, watching her come with my name on her lips. I dipped between her legs, tonguing the exact spot she had just lost herself in and she shrieked in surprise, gripping my hair. Her moan fueled me as my tongue slowly explored her entrance, never stopping until I had her begging. Making my way up, I kissed her stomach, exploring her skin in slow lazy kisses, tasting all of her.
When our mouths met in a fiery kiss, I looked into her eyes and drove into her in one hard thrust. Once we connected, I paused, watching her lips part, and waiting for her eyes to find mine. Once she adjusted to my size, I wasted no time moving inside her. There was no holding back with her then. I was all in and was beside myself. Her feel, her taste, it was all too intoxicating. It was the first time I’d ever slept with a girl I loved and it was the best I had ever felt. I slowed my strokes, unable to keep the tightness growing in my chest from spilling out. A close confession of love was on my lips, but I wasn’t sure she if she was ready to hear it. As I moved inside her, capturing her gasps with my mouth, I couldn’t help the few words I let trickle out.
“I’ve always wanted you, Dallas. Can you feel it? Tu tienes la mitad de mi corazón. She nodded her head, unable to hide the tears slipping down her face. I stole each one with my lips, trailing my kiss over her eyes, down her cheek, and back to her lips, where they remained for the rest of the night.
I took her slowly for hours, knowing why it had taken me so long to open that door. It would be impossible to close.
The next morning, I woke up alone and completely confused. When I realized she was really gone, I texted her.
For days I texted her.
Love doesn’t care if you were there for five years or five minutes, Laura. Once your heart decides to give itself away, time has nothing to do with it.- Room 212
Dallas
Now
I peeked around the corner of the medical supply closet, watching Dean in his usual repartee with a few of the floor staff .
All women...figures.
They crowded around him like a bunch of groupies backstage at a rock concert. Then again, I wasn’t doing much better stalking from a distance.
You’re not stalking him, Dallas. You are simply...curious.
I watched as Dean threw his head back and laughed with Miranda, a cardiologist who worked on a completely different floor. The rumor was that she was easy, and half the hospital staff had already gotten a crack at her. I narrowed my eyes as she finished their bout of laughter by putting her hand on his chest, oh...so...casually.
“Whore,” I whispered vehemently under my breath.
“Who’s a whore?” I heard Beatrice call from behind me as I jumped out of my skin and ducked into the closet. I quickly recovered, grappling for supplies as she followed me in.
“I said more,” I piped, gathering as much as I could to keep my hands busy. “What are you doing here? This isn’t your floor¸” I said in a rush, scorning her in vain.
“I’m covering for someone, and I could say the same for you, honey. You aren’t fooling anyone here. Since when do you stock up on anything?” she said as a knowing smile graced her face as I turned crimson. Beatrice is what I liked to call the housemother. She governs the hospital as if she is watching her grandchildren with adoration in her eyes and a sharp tongue. Lines filled her caramel
“Do it, baby. Do it. Jesus, Dallas,” I heaved out, trying desperately to stay in the game. My dick jolted as she reached her center and began to manipulate it. I stroked myself once, twice, and had to grip myself tightly to keep from going any further.
“Fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life,” I said, watching her come with my name on her lips. I dipped between her legs, tonguing the exact spot she had just lost herself in and she shrieked in surprise, gripping my hair. Her moan fueled me as my tongue slowly explored her entrance, never stopping until I had her begging. Making my way up, I kissed her stomach, exploring her skin in slow lazy kisses, tasting all of her.
When our mouths met in a fiery kiss, I looked into her eyes and drove into her in one hard thrust. Once we connected, I paused, watching her lips part, and waiting for her eyes to find mine. Once she adjusted to my size, I wasted no time moving inside her. There was no holding back with her then. I was all in and was beside myself. Her feel, her taste, it was all too intoxicating. It was the first time I’d ever slept with a girl I loved and it was the best I had ever felt. I slowed my strokes, unable to keep the tightness growing in my chest from spilling out. A close confession of love was on my lips, but I wasn’t sure she if she was ready to hear it. As I moved inside her, capturing her gasps with my mouth, I couldn’t help the few words I let trickle out.
“I’ve always wanted you, Dallas. Can you feel it? Tu tienes la mitad de mi corazón. She nodded her head, unable to hide the tears slipping down her face. I stole each one with my lips, trailing my kiss over her eyes, down her cheek, and back to her lips, where they remained for the rest of the night.
I took her slowly for hours, knowing why it had taken me so long to open that door. It would be impossible to close.
The next morning, I woke up alone and completely confused. When I realized she was really gone, I texted her.
For days I texted her.
Love doesn’t care if you were there for five years or five minutes, Laura. Once your heart decides to give itself away, time has nothing to do with it.- Room 212
Dallas
Now
I peeked around the corner of the medical supply closet, watching Dean in his usual repartee with a few of the floor staff .
All women...figures.
They crowded around him like a bunch of groupies backstage at a rock concert. Then again, I wasn’t doing much better stalking from a distance.
You’re not stalking him, Dallas. You are simply...curious.
I watched as Dean threw his head back and laughed with Miranda, a cardiologist who worked on a completely different floor. The rumor was that she was easy, and half the hospital staff had already gotten a crack at her. I narrowed my eyes as she finished their bout of laughter by putting her hand on his chest, oh...so...casually.
“Whore,” I whispered vehemently under my breath.
“Who’s a whore?” I heard Beatrice call from behind me as I jumped out of my skin and ducked into the closet. I quickly recovered, grappling for supplies as she followed me in.
“I said more,” I piped, gathering as much as I could to keep my hands busy. “What are you doing here? This isn’t your floor¸” I said in a rush, scorning her in vain.
“I’m covering for someone, and I could say the same for you, honey. You aren’t fooling anyone here. Since when do you stock up on anything?” she said as a knowing smile graced her face as I turned crimson. Beatrice is what I liked to call the housemother. She governs the hospital as if she is watching her grandchildren with adoration in her eyes and a sharp tongue. Lines filled her caramel
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