Page 46 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

S late ran his eyes over her, appreciating every inch of her as he always did. He’d wasted no time undressing her when they returned, and now, he took her in, admired her like a priceless art exhibit piece. He placed the container he held on the table beside the bed and joined her.

“Look at you, baby. You’re such a gorgeous image,” he said, dipping his head to give her a soft kiss before trailing his lips along her jaw. “So pretty all spread out naked and waiting for me to devour you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked.

Slate chuckled against her neck, biting it, and pulling a gasp from her. “As impatient as ever, gorgeous.”

He continued to trail kisses down to her chest and brushed his lips over one of her nipples. His fingers skimmed down her side to her thigh, keeping his touch light. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before moving to the other one.

“I wouldn’t be so impatient if you gave me what I wanted when I wanted it,” Talia playfully countered.

“Do I not?” Slate asked, working his way down her abdomen.

“Do you give me what I want? Yes. When I want it? No. You’re awfully mean to me in that regard.”

He nipped her side. “How many times do I have to remind you? You like me mean.” Slate slipped his hand between her legs and brushed his finger along her pussy. She was already dripping wet, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.

She released a soft moan. “I really do.”

He continued to kiss his way down her body, and she spread her legs to make room for him. He kissed both of her inner thighs.

“Put them where they belong,” he instructed, patting one of her thighs.

Talia draped her legs over his shoulders, and Slate placed a soft kiss on her wet lips.

Her sweet juices instantly covered his. He flicked his tongue out for a quick taste, and she moaned as it brushed across her clit.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d tasted her, feasted on the deliciousness that was her pussy, he would never tire of it.

It would always be a delicacy on his tongue.

He circled his tongue around her clit, and the soft moan she released filtered through the air. Slate enjoyed every noise she made for him, each one he was able to elicit from her, and he always enjoyed taking them from her. The depth of her moans changed depending on how he pleased her.

His lips and tongue on her clit always elicited soft moans and high keens until she was about to cum.

His tongue in her pussy pulled deeper moans from her.

The closest ones to those she gave him when he was balls deep inside her.

Slate wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue inside her and coat it in the evidence of her arousal, but first.

“Hand me that container, baby,” he instructed.

Talia looked at the container before her eyes met his. “You were serious?”

“Of course, I was.”

She grabbed the container off the side table and passed it to him.

Slate sat up, allowing one of her legs to fall from his shoulders, holding the other one in place against his chest. He removed a strawberry from the container and, with his eyes locked to hers, ran it along her pussy, capturing those succulent juices on the fruit.

He brought it to his lips and slowly bit into it.

Talia watched him with unblinking eyes, and he could see the desire, already heavy in them, deepen. He swallowed, licking his lips.

“I knew they would taste even better like this,” he commented, and held the rest of the strawberry out to her.

It was now his turn to watch her intently.

His dick jumped at the sight. Slate could admit that he got profound satisfaction from watching her taste herself.

Whether it was from his fingers, his lips, or his dick.

Her knowing just how ambrosial she tasted, just how addictive she was, and how addicted to it he was always had a burning need bubbling in him.

He dropped the stem into the container, removing another strawberry.

This one, he gripped at the bottom instead of by the stem, and slowly slid it into that tight little pussy.

She moaned softly at the brief intrusion before he pulled it out, locked eyes with her again and consumed the entire thing.

“Don’t you think I should eat them like this from now on?” he asked after swallowing. He dropped the stem into the container and picked up another one.

“It’d be inconvenient since you’d have to wait to have them.”

Slate hummed, dipping another strawberry into her pussy. “Who said I’d have to wait?”

He pulled it out and licked one side of it before placing it against her lips.

She bit it, and no sooner than she’d swallowed did he lean down and kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

He rubbed the rest of the strawberry around her clit and swallowed the moan she released as he tasted the mouthwatering blend of the fruit, her pussy, and her.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he ate the remainder of the strawberry before grabbing another one. He wanted to see how many he could use, how much of the container he could get through before she was begging him for more, to let her cum.

He discovered the answer was half the container sometime later when she’d grabbed his wrist as he’d run another half-eaten strawberry along her pussy. Those honey eyes were so dark with want they were almost black.

“You’ve had enough strawberries, don’t you think?” she asked, running her thumb over his lower lip. “Why don’t you devour a different dessert.”

Slate smirked at her before eating the strawberry in hand and handing the container to Talia to put back on the side table. She hadn’t been asking him, and while he enjoyed teasing her and building her up occasionally, he gave her what she wanted when she wanted.

Both legs back over his shoulder, he leaned in and licked along her pussy.

The sweet taste of her and the fruit blended perfectly together.

He’d definitely have to do this again, maybe with cherries next time.

However, he made a mental note to thoroughly clean her up when they were finished.

He didn’t want his indulgence to cause any discomfort for her later.

Slate swirled his tongue around her clit before taking it between his lips. Talia released a soft moan, and her hand came down and laced in his hair. He was sure it wouldn’t take her long to cum. He’d kept her on edge as he’d enjoyed his strawberries.

The pressure he used to suck her clit was exactly what he knew she liked, and he knew how fast it would have her cumming. Talia moved with him, her hips gyrating to get the extra pressure she wanted. Slate increased his suction, pressing his tongue against her clit each time.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Don’t stop,” Talia moaned, hands tightening in his hair.

Her legs shook over his shoulders, and he knew her orgasm was building, was right on the horizon. Slate continued to give her exactly what she wanted, what she asked for.

“Fuck, Slate. I’m going to cum,” she announced.

As soon as the words left her lips, she was cumming.

Slate released her clit and flicked his tongue against it slowly as she rode out her orgasm.

Her moans filled the room, music to his ears, and he dipped lower to slide his tongue into her pussy.

He wanted to taste every drop of her release.

Slate worked his tongue in her, coating it in ambrosia as he pulled small mewls and keens from her.

Once he was sure he’d gotten everything he could, he pulled his tongue from her and sat up; her legs falling from his shoulders.

“You always taste like the finest of wines,” he told her, licking his lips.

“Is that so?” she teased. “It would explain why you like to live between my thighs.”

Slate ran the head of his dick along her pussy, causing her to shudder. “It sounds like you’re complaining, baby,” he teased back.

“Far from it. We both know how much I enjoy your talented tongue and—” she cut off with a moan as he slowly slid into her wetness. Her pussy stretched to fit him snug.

“Fuck, baby. You always hug me so tight,” Slate said, leaning down to kiss her. At his words, she tightened around him.

He pulled out slowly to the head, then rolled his hips and thrust back in, swallowing the moan she released as he continued to kiss her.

His strokes were slow and deep, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him.

Each inward thrust felt like her pussy welcoming him home, and the way she squeezed around him each time he retreated was as if it never wanted his dick to leave.

Slate didn’t mind. He’d already made the declaration that he’d live in her pussy if he could.

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T alia rocked her hips slowly as she sat chest to chest with Slate. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, his other hand gripping her ass. As he rolled his hips up to meet each of her movements as she rode him. She’d lost count of how many times she’d cum, how many positions he had her in.

In their current position, she felt him so deep; they were so close.

One of the most intimate positions and for that reason it was her favorite.

She kissed him deeply as she gyrated her hips.

She rose only a few inches each time before dropping her hips and taking him back in.

The sensation against her walls was euphoric and had become her favorite feeling, and she squeezed her walls to hold him tighter, pulling a moan from him.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby,” he spoke against her lips. “Just like that.”

His grip on her ass tightened, and he used it to rock her in closer, to keep her down longer with every drop of her hips. His dick stimulated the sweet spot inside her, and Talia felt her next orgasm build. Her walls contracted with each thrust, and she buried her face in his neck.

“Mm, I feel you tightening around me. Are you going to cum for me again, gorgeous?” he asked. Talia nodded, and he smacked her ass, drawing a moan from her. “You know better than that, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes, baby. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice a whine as the pressure in her stomach swelled. It only took a few more deep thrusts before she was cumming. “Slate,” she breathed into his neck as she came, coating his dick.

He continued to roll his hips, fucking her through her orgasm. When he finally stilled, he repositioned them and laid her on her back while still buried deep inside her.

“You keep dripping like that, and you’ll drown my dick,” Slate said, kissing below her ear.

“Maybe that’s my goal,” she replied, and he chuckled before looking her in the eyes.

“Is that so?” He pulled out and jutted his hips, thrusting back in and pulling a gasp from her. “Well then, why don’t we see if you can accomplish it?”

Talia bit her bottom lip. She talked a big game, but she was almost oversensitive. The next time she came, it might be all she could take, and while he enjoyed pushing her limits, he never pushed her to discomfort.

“Or, we can see how quickly this wet little pussy can make me cum,” he said, and she knew he could tell what she’d been thinking. That she was close to oversensitivity.

She tightened around him, and the moan it received boosted her ego. The same way it always did when she drew moans from him, predatory sounds from him.

“I think you might almost be there,” she said, pulling him down to speak against his lips. “So stop holding back, and cum in your pussy,” she replied, nipping his lower lip.

Slate ran his tongue along her lips. “If that’s what you want, gorgeous.”

“It is.”

That was all she needed to say for him to set his pace. He gave her measured thrusts, touching deep each time, and she wrapped her legs around him. Talia pulled him closer, wanting as much of their skin as possible to touch.

Their combined moans filled the room. Mingling together to make the most delicious music, and she lost track of time. It blended as it often did when he was giving her the most delectable pleasure. She soon felt an orgasm on the brink.

“I’m cumming,” she breathed into the air. “Cum with me.”

He gave her a few more deep thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pushed in, held himself there, and Talia would swear she could feel each spurt he released in her. He kissed her as he slowly pulled out, and she moaned at the sensation, at the loss. “Don’t fall asleep yet, baby,” he said when he pulled away.

Talia hummed, eyes still closed as she felt him leave the bed. She heard the shower turn on, and a minute later he was back, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. Slate placed her in the shower, and stepped in behind her.

T alia sank deeper into the bathtub. The smell of the honey bath bomb her boyfriend had added, and the hot water cradling her.

As always, Slate had worn her out, and exhausted and satisfied her.

She hadn’t been expecting a relaxing soak once he’d thoroughly cleaned her in the shower, but she was not complaining about it.

She could hear him moving around in the bedroom and knew he was changing the sheets. She exhaled softly as she tilted her head back. If she wasn’t careful, she knew she could fall asleep there. There was a tired satisfaction, all the way to her bones, and she knew she’d sleep well.

As the water cooled, Slate returned, dressed in a pair of boxers.

“Let’s get you out, baby.”

Talia pulled the plug and stood as he opened a large towel. He wrapped it around her and helped her out of the bathtub before drying her off. He carried her back into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. Her moisturizer, a pair of panties, and one of his T-shirts were waiting for her.

Slate rubbed the moisturizer into her skin, then helped her dress. She slipped under the comforter, and he got in beside her once he’d turned the lights off. He pulled her into his arms, and Talia settled her head on his chest.

“I love you,” he said, and the effect those words had on her heart was instantaneous. It skipped a beat and felt as if it’d been stuffed full with the warmest emotion.

“I love you, baby,” she responded, placing a kiss on his chest.

Slate held her closer, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.