She steps forward to assist me, lathering my hand, and I can’t resist lacing my fingers through hers.
She goes motionless. “Owen…”
“You’re about to kick me out of here. You haven’t told me if I’ll ever see you again or not. Let me have this moment, if only fleeting.” Holding her hand isn’t enough. I need more. A lot more.
She shakes her head as she moves my hand back and forth under the running water. “This is a surgery center. I can’t do this here.” She yanks a paper towel from the dispenser. “I’ve already let you do far too much. Definitely grounds for termination if anyone knew.”
She reaches for my hand but it’s already wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me.
We’re facing the mirror—her back pressed against my front, my hard cock poking against her ass. “You feel that, Ashlyn? That’s what you do to me.”
I push her hair from her neck and kiss that spot below her ear, her eyes locked on mine in our reflection. “I never stopped wanting you. Not even for a second.”
She leans into me. She’s almost ready to give in. I feel it coming. “I always wanted you too, Owen. Dreamed so many times about you coming back into my life.”
There’s no possible way I can go another minute without having her. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
She closes her eyes tightly but doesn’t refuse. I push at the waistband of her scrubs to lower her pants and she doesn’t stop me. That’s as good as a yes in my book.
Her pants and panties drop to her ankles. “Last chance to tell me no.” I say the words though I’m already well aware she isn’t going to deny me. This train is moving too fast to stop now.
I watch her in the mirror, waiting for permission or refusal. “What’s it gonna be, baby? Do you want my cock inside you?”
Her head slowly nods up and down. “Yes. I can’t tell you how much.”
Fuck, yes! “You’re the only girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. Are you OK with me doing that again?” Please say I can.
“Yes, but I’m not on birth control.” This is impulsive. Crazy. And I don’t care. I want her now.
To hell with caution. To hell with safety. To hell with good judgment.
I push my hospital gown aside and guide my cock to her entrance from behind. “Hold the sink. Lean over and tilt your ass up so I can get inside you.”
I rub the tip of my dick through her juices and slide into home, balls deep inside her. “Fuck, Ashlyn. You’re as tight as you were when I took your virginity.”
I pull out, almost all the way, and then thrust my cock in so hard my balls slap against her. No one else has ever felt this good. We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other.
I start slow at first, increasing my pace until I’m at full speed with Ashlyn grinding against me, matching my every stroke. “Harder, Owen.”
“Goddamn, you know how to fuck for someone who’s only done this one other time.” I wish my dominant hand weren’t numb and in this sling so I could finger her clit and make her come hard while we fuck. “Next time won’t be like this. I swear I’ll take care of you. I’ll eat you out so good you’ll scream my name over and over.”
She pushes her ass against me with every thrust. I’m tapping it so deep that the end of my dick is pounding on her womb. “I’m gonna come inside you. I’m gonna fill you with every drop I have, just like I did that night.”
“I could get pregnant, Owen.”
I know that it’s reckless, but I don’t give a fuck in this moment. I couldn’t pull out of her if I tried. “You’d be beautiful with my kid growing inside your swollen belly.”