How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Constance—the beautiful and understanding woman made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust her and follow her lead.
“Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto her and pulled Constance to me. Her lips tasted like candy and I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.
I craned her neck to the side, revealing her bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on her, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at her backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by her nice ass in a thong. I reached down and squeezed each cheek hard.
Constance jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when she was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Constance out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.
Constance knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of her through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”
I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”
Constance bounced into the shower, closing her eyes and soaking her blonde hair. Her hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”
I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”
“You're abnormally thick and long,” she replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip as she deftly stroked me. She was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Constance kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch her hand away from my manliness before it was too late.
I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It was her turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I felt up her breasts, massaging and kneading them. I stuck my index finger into Constance's mouth and she sucked on me hard.
“I'm so ready for you,” Constance murmured.
I moved my hand between her thighs and grazed her sex. Constance moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery that it was almost too easy. She collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed her hard as I forced my fingers deeper and deeper.
“That feels so good, Leland. Please don't stop,” Constance yelled.
I pinched her erect nipples and I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her body reacted with a spasm every time I pulled in and out. I could feel her tighten around me. She was close. I curled my fingers and pushed against her wall. Constance opened her mouth and let out a groan, her body quivering all over.
The sight of her coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun her around and pinned Constance against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of her back and ran down her spine. She pushed out her ass until she met my erection. I was pressed right in between her ass cheeks and Constance rubbed me up and down.
“I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Constance's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling her. My fingers gripped onto her hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside her and Constance moaned at the top of her lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.
“Harder, Leland,” she commanded.
I gathered her hair into a short ponytail and tugged, snapping her head back. I used her hair as leverage as I pounded her against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Constance.
“Wait for me,” she begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.
Constance came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Constance,” I moaned.
We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.
“'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”
I collected Constance in my arms and laid her against me. My heart was beating so fast against her back. No woman had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.
“What made you think of that?” she replied, looked back at me.
I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”
“The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”
“Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”
Constance nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”
I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”
“I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Constance laughed, pointing at my tattoo.
“Silly woman, that isn't real. But if an actual Rabid Dog was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”
Constance patted my leg. “Don't worry, Leland, I'll protect you.”
I sneaked my hands under her armpits and tickled her until she apologized.
After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”
Constance wrapped my arms around her. “But it feels so nice in here.”
I smiled and raked my fingers through her hair. I never wanted to leave. Constance was someone I could actually commit to. A woman who was my equal. Someone I could love.