He started exploring her warm nakedness, beginning with her breasts. The pale mounds quivered under his skillful fingers, her sore nipples flushing red as he teased them with his lips and teeth. After several long minutes, Michael slipped down her body and eased her legs apart.
Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed the insides of her thighs, blowing lightly over her swollen sex. Spreading her with one hand, he began slowly licking from her opening up to the most sensitive spot at the top. He loved her for several long minutes, keeping her hovering on the edge of orgasm until at last, he entered her. As good as he felt sliding into her, she couldn’t hold back a wince and a small cry.
“Sore, mana mila?” Michael slowed his thrusts. “Are you feeling well enough to…?”
“I’m feeling fine,” she whispered. “A little sore. This is the fourth time in the last twenty-four hours, you know. But not too sore to stop, so please don’t.”
He continued very carefully, moving agonizingly slowly to keep from hurting her. The resulting build had them both on the brink for what felt like hours until Sophie came, screaming his name beneath him. He followed, shuddering helplessly in her arms. He collapsed on her chest, gasping.
“I love you,” she murmured, stroking the back of his neck. Michael slipped out of her and a moment later lobbed the condom recklessly at the garbage can. Without tying it. It hit the side of the can with disastrous results. She raised her head to survey the damage.
“Do you still love me after I just made that mess?” he asked meekly.
“Even after that.” They lay in each other’s arms for a few moments, and she felt her body drifting back toward sleep. The thunderous knock on the door startled her out of her wits.
“Open up!” Anjali demanded from the hallway. “You both need to take your meds. And I want Sophie in the infirmary for a checkup.” Sophie sat up and started hunting for a shirt. “Don’t try to pretend you’re asleep; the whole hallway could hear you wailing Michael’s name a few minutes ago.” She froze in horror. “If you don’t open up, I’m coming in to get you.”
“Christ, Anjali. Hold your horses!” She finally found Michael’s shirt and pulled it on. Cursing, she unlocked the door and threw it open. Anjali opened her mouth, then closed it again, stifling a giggle. Sophie scowled.
“You made a scene in the hall so you could laugh at me?”
“No. I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Anjali gestured to the room, and Sophie turned to look at it. It was a shambles. Michael’s jeans hung over the back of her desk chair. She’d knocked everything off the bedside table earlier. Pens, pencils, notebooks, and water bottles littered the floor. And of course, the unholy mess beside the garbage can. She turned back, blushing.
“Uh, yeah…well…”
“We’ll catch up later.” Anjali’s face softened. “I’m staying back today. Can you drop around the infirmary before lunch so I can check you out?”
“I promise.”
Anjali glanced over Sophie’s shoulder at the lump under the blankets. “You too, Dr. Nariovsky-Trent,” she ordered coldly. “Dr. Patel will conduct your examination.” Michael grunted in response.
“I’ll see you in about an hour, Anjali.” Sophie started closing the door, a little more firmly than usual.
“Glad you liked the nightgown!” Anjali shouted just as the door banged shut.
She groaned, seeing the crumpled bundle of white silk dangling from the edge of her desk. Michael emerged from under the covers and started to laugh at her expression. She glared at him.