Page 35 of This Time Around

“Fuck the book. You said I was in control. Fuck me right now,” she demands, flipping onto all fours. “Hard.”

I stand and walk over to my nightstand when her words stop me in my tracks.

“I have an IUD, Luke. Got it after Ana found out she was pregnant with Riker. Fuck me, bare. Please. I want to feel every inch of you inside me, all of you.”

Her words make my rock hard erection push even harder against my pants. As I reach down and pull my pants and boxers down, my erection springs free. Her eyes instantly make their way down my body, and when her eyes meet my dick, she softly licks her lips as she moves to the edge of the bed next to where I am standing. She reaches out her hand, wrapping it softly around my length as she takes her tongue and licks her way over my balls cupped in her other hand.

“Blake, baby,” I hiss. Just as the words leave my mouth, she slides my entire length into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat, just before she goes to slide it out, her throat contracts, and I fucking see stars. “Baby,” I say in a hurry trying to pull away from her, but she sucks harder, “you asked me to fuck you bare, and the thought just about made me come in my pants, so if you continue to suck my dick the way you are, I won’t make it inside you.”

She gives me a devilish grin as she slides me out of her mouth and climbs back on all fours, and I line myself up with her entrance. As I slide in, heat radiates around my dick, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine. I knew she’d feel amazing if I ever got to feel her bare, but my imagination doesn’t hold a candle to the reality of how fucking good she actually feels. She is so wet, so smooth, so warm, and I fucking love every second of it. I pump in and out of her at a vigorous pace, while the sounds of her screams and our skin slapping fill the room. Neither one of us lasts long, quickly finding our release and when we both come down from the high, we cuddle, me still inside her, and I can’t think of a better place to be right now than here in this moment with her.

I didn’t want to make her feel like she had to agree to move in with me, so I waited until morning to bring it back up.

It definitely took some convincing, but today, nearly three weeks later, Blake is living in my apartment. Convincing her to live here was easy. Convincing her to let me pay to break her lease was much harder. Accepting help doesn’t come easy to her, so when she suggested that she’d pay the utilities and groceries, I reluctantly gave in. Blake is stubborn and passionate, she prides herself on “not needing anyone to rescue her.” I guess she’s guarded from a life of being let down by her mom.

I walk in the door after a long shift, the sun just peeking through the curtains as it rises in the sky. I took a nap in one of the on-call rooms earlier this evening, knowing I would want nothing to do with sleep when I walked in my apartment to B in my fucking bed.

The apartment is dim and silent, prompting me to tiptoe down the hallway, each creak of the floorboards sounding like tiny fireworks with every step I take. I stroll into the bedroom and find the bed is empty. I lay my bag down just when I see Blake out of the corner of my eye, in the bathroom, curled up in the bathtub in the fetal position. “B, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I ask, rushing to her, panic lacing my voice.

“Hey babe,” she replies in a strained voice.

“Why are you sitting like someone punched you in the stomach?” I ask.

“I woke up with the worst cramps, my insides feel like they’re about to fall out on the floor,” she groans.

I reach behind me and pull my shirt and hoodie off in one swoop and drop my pants and boxers to the floor.

“Scoot up, baby.” I nudge her forward a little.

“No, Luke, please don’t I’m bleeding.”

“And you’re in pain, and you need your boyfriend to hold you, make you feel better,” I insist and she concedes, moving forward so I can slide in behind her.

“Holy fuck!” I shout, as my foot hits the tub, hopping in a small circle trying to avoid the water.

“What? Oh God, you can see it, can’t you? I knew this was a bad idea.” She winces, covering her eyes and turning her head away from me.

I laugh and pull her into me as I ease myself into the water. “No, baby, it’s just, this water is going to fucking boil my insides. Why the hell is it so hot?”

“It makes the cramps less intense,” she replies.

“There isn’t a less fucking painful way to make the pain go away?” I ask, shifting behind her.

“There are a lot of things that make it better, but this is the first thing I do, because it relaxes my muscles.”

“Sounds like you have a ritual,” I joke.

“When you have this shit every month, you find as many ways as possible to stop the fucking pain,” she deadpans.

“Tell me how to make it better,” I whisper in her ear.

“Well, if I’m home, and not working or something, I pop some pain relievers and take a hot bath. I soak for about 30 minutes until the water gets cold. Then I eat dark chocolate, and sip on some tea to help hydrate. Then I either do yoga or get out one of my toys and make myself orgasm a few times.” Her tone is serious. “Then I take a nap and usually-”

“What?” I interrupt. “Back up.”

Knowing exactly what I’m surprised by, she laughs, “Luke, the contractions of an orgasm make the muscles of the uterus relax or some shit. You’re a doctor. Why are you so surprised by this?”

“I work on emergency injuries and trauma, not vaginas,” I answer. “Wait, you knew I was coming home, so what were you going to do, get yourself off while I’m sleeping next to you?” I ask as I gently cup the water in my hands and pour it across her breasts peeking out of the water.