Chapter 5: Break into Two
The dim fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow across the stark, sterile environment of the hospital room. John, gasping for air, found himself helplessly pinned beneath the cold embrace of the hospital bed. The sheen of sweat now coated his pale flesh, leaving visible trails as he writhed in a desperate attempt to escape. The weight of Dr. Hart’s exquisite form pressed heavily against his eager, aroused frame. Her supple, curvaceous physique mesmerized him, ensnaring him in the pulsating web of her provocative presence.
A smirk darted between her bright green eyes as she sensed John's desperate, feeble struggle, and she grasped the situation perfectly.
She thrust her hips downward just as John's trembling hands raced across the fine, silky fibers that bound her exquisite figure. The fabric surrendered to his frenzied grip—ripping free, revealing the splendor of her bare breasts.
She caught his gaze, enticing him with a suggestive grin and warm nod, before her mouth descended upon his, consuming him in a torrent of passions he'd never experienced with another person.
His powerful, muscular hands formed a tangle in her hair, pulling her tight against him. Those lips, his lover now, never-before tasted, explored deeper, soft, and heated. Each playful flick of her tongue elicited moans from the back of John's throat.
Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest, driving him wild as tiny sparks of pleasure coursed through his veins.
Not wanting to lose control, he gently gripped her hips, encouraging her to continue grinding on top of him. His other hand remained tangled in her short, curly brown hair as he brought her lips back to his.
She complied, her tongue invading his mouth for a scandalous dance, teasing and tempting. It drove him up to the edge, and he craved more.
He wanted to taste her skin, to run his hands over every inch of her body.
His right hand traveled down her side, tracing her natural curves. As his fingertips reached her thigh, he hesitated for a mere second before sliding his hand beneath her skirt. The heat radiating from between her legs only drove him further into madness. He could barely control himself from delving into her welcoming folds.
But first, he wanted to feel her breasts, so heavy and ripe, like fruit waiting to be plucked.
With a groan, John reached up and cupped them, feeling their weight and softness in his hands. He thumbed her nipples, listening rapturously as they peaked under his attentive touch.
"Fuck, yes! Like that!" she moaned into his ear.
Her voice was like a siren's call, stoking the fire of his lust and driving him wild. He wanted—no, needed to taste her. He needed to feel her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock until he came deep inside her.
But first, he had to put a stop to her torture.
She starts to put him under anesthesia.
John looked into her eyes, desire still burning bright within them, even as his vision began to blur. He reached up, brushing his fingers over her cheek.
"Amelia," he murmured, his voice slurred. "I'm ready."
Dr. Hart smiled, the mischief still lingering in her eyes. She moved her gloved hand away from his throbbing erection, and he whimpered softly in protest.
"Shh," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Don't worry. We're not done yet."
She reached for the syringe and injected the anesthesia into his IV line, waiting for him to fall asleep. John felt his consciousness begin to slip away, the room around him growing fuzzy and indistinct.