More Than Words

Chapter 9 - KARMA

KARMA (noun)

1. Such a force, that promotes cycles of positivity or negativity, considered as affecting the events of one's life.

2. The relationship between a person's thoughts, words, and/or actions and the consequences following that action.

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Evan

"28 year old female status post multiple orgasms presents with decreased mental acuity and overactivation of risorius muscle." Jen from OT speaks like we're at rounds.

I melted into Cole. The longer our kiss continued, the more we craved one another, the closer we needed to be. I needed him to stop being so sweet and polite...I needed him to fucking touch me. To take charge and grab me. I knew he'd stop if I said to, but I didn't want to have to say go.

"Do we have a treatment plan?" Matt from PT joins in with Jen's teasing.

"Evan," Cole all but growled my name when I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled us together. I could feel how much he wanted me through the bulge in his pants against the thin fabric of my leggings. I rolled my hips up and down, applying sweet pressure on my clit, the friction of my panties against my sensitive skin only adding to my arousal.

His kissing became more urgent and feral, and with it the pace with which I rocked against his erection. His hands moved down my back, thumbs hooking under my shirt so that when his hands slowly slid back up, my shirt lifted with them.

"Is this okay?" Cole asked as he sucked on the flesh beneath my jaw.

"Yes," I hissed as Cole used his teeth to pull down the cup of my bra exposing my breast and then sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, teasing it with his talented tongue.

"We can rule out the need for psych consult as the cause of muscle spasms do not appear to be self inflicted." Jen responds with a wicked grin.

I leaned back so he had room to undress me further, but besides my shirt and bra he didn't take anything else off. His mouth worshiped my breasts, but his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me down against him to grind on him as hard as I wanted.

"Prognosis?" Matt continues.

"Cole," I moaned with my head thrown back.

"That's it, Evan, use me to feel good. Fuck, your tits are perfect."

"Touch me, please," I begged. I needed his skin on my skin.

"I said, use me Evan. Show me what you like, show me how to make you feel good."

I was already halfway to the point of no return, my orgasm was all but promised. But I didn't want it to just be good, I wanted to see stars.

I stole his lips back, giving my nipples a break and staving off my orgasm for a few more moments. My hand found his on my hip and with our fingers entwined I guided him inside the waistband of my leggings then down between my thighs.

We both moaned into each other's mouths when at last I encouraged two of his thick fingers into my slick entrance.

I rode his fingers like I'd ride his cock and within ten seconds I came on his hand, loudly. I was just re-entering Earth's gravity when I opened my eyes to the sight of him sucking my arousal clean off his fingers.

My hands flew up to cover my face and hide my embarrassment from him but he chuckled, and then snatched my lip between his teeth and growled again.