Send us Your Smut - a Paramedic's Pleasure - by Lady
Title: A Paramedic’s Pleasure
Author:Lady
The water is beginning to cool down. Her skin is going back to its normal color from the bright pink it was. He always says that she takes baths too hot, but that is easy to say when you run hot yourself. She comes up for air after giving her hair a thorough wash under the water. The sight of him standing at the vanity scares her and she slips, hitting her head on the tub.
“So-rry,” he turns away, his shoulders shaking. “Not laughing. At you.”
She pouts, embarrassed at being surprised like that. Then she notices his uniform, rumpled. One pant leg up still up on his calf, too exhausted from taking his boots off to pull it back down. Even after finishing four night shifts in a row he still makes that uniform look so good. Every bit of it shapes his body, slim and strong. Not even a pandemic can take away this boy’s sexiness. His hair is doing that thing she loves and he hates, a single super-man curl hanging down in the middle of his forehead. Finally, long change is here – four blissful days off after being forced to watch his sexy uniform walk out that door every night; the days filled with nothing but sleeping.
She goes to grab for him, smirking, that tell-tale sign of what she always wants when she sees him in uniform. He takes a step back, her arm splashing back into the water.
“I’m covered in gross,” he says.
“Then take it off.”
As he does she sings her silly version of Clothes Off and he breaks out into hysterical laughter, both from the little jokes that come from being together so long and in being so very sleep deprived.
His bullet proof vest hits the ground with a thud and then he undoes the one true button at the top of his shirt. The rest have a hidden zipper behind them – a quick escape. With a pleasurable sigh he shrugs off the shirt and unclips his belt, sliding off his underwear, pants and belt all in one go. The belts contents stay on firmly, full of fun toys to use off duty: scissors, latex, a stethoscope she has yet to convince him to play doctor with.
As soon as his uniform is off his erection stands firm, he poses, casually leaning against the wall of the tub until they both erupted into laughter again and she pulls him into the water.
“What do you want to do?” She asks, moving her hands up and down his legs, massaging is shoulder and teasing his erection. He moans and takes her hands in his.
“I’m too tired right now – but let me show you what I would like to do later,” he whispers into her ear, standing up and sitting behind her.
He wraps her left arm around his neck and slipped his hand into the water, running his hands up and down her thighs. She moans as he cups her breast, kissing her neck and shoulder. Her legs fall open pleading to be helped. She tries to reach behind her, to reciprocate the action, but he moves her arm back, moving it under his own as he traces her body. Her body reacting to his touch; he always makes her so wet so fast. He always likes to be the one to make her squirm first. His hand slides down the front of her and stops, cupping her between her legs.
He feels her breathing quicken. He continues to kiss her neck and shoulders from behind. His other hand slides further down her body. He likes the sound of her heavy breathing and the intakes of sharp breath every time he does something different, it always feels new. He wants to hear her scream in pleasure. He slips his fingers inside of her. She gasps and holds her fast. He moves his hand at her breast to her face and turned it to look at him. He kisses her and she kisses him back. He feels her face tense in their kiss every time he moves his fingers, slowly inside her; wincing in that boundary line between pleasure and pain until the shaking became so much that she gasps for him to stop. He does not want to stop and doesn’t until she is laughing between gaps and shaking, yelling their safe word. She giggles, resting against him and playfully swatting at him for being so deliciously cruel.
He gets up out of the water and takes the blanket off the bed, placing it on the floor in front of the window. With shaking hands, she tried to towel off, but he stops her and holds her until they quickly fall asleep in the heat of the summer day. Flesh against flesh, breathing together as one.