“You did such a good job,” he murmured against my skin before straightening up. I managed to get my hands unclenched, and then I grabbed at him, tugging his shoulders and his shirt until he got the message. He surged up to kiss me, and I could taste myself in his mouth. Before I realized it, he was straddling my lap, his scrub pants pushed down, and he had a hand on his cock. I batted his hand away and he pulled back far enough to see my face.
“Not hurting you?” he asked around his labored breathing.
“Fuck no,” I answered quickly, wrapping my fingers around his dick and tugging fast but steady. I’d discovered how he liked it our first night together, and I knew what worked best. He was already close, and it did my ego wonders to know that blowing me made him this hard. I was determined he would get as good an orgasm as he’d given me.