Saturday Night Blues

by Vanessa Devereaux

“No, I don’t think that at all,” she said.

  “There’s something about you, Natasha Hargreaves, that drives me a little crazy.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  She took the lead and moved her hand down his pants, feeling his erection straining against the front of his jeans.

  “Hope you don’t think I do this to just any guy.”

  He kissed her before carefully rolling her over onto her back on the couch. Her foot caught the side of the cushion, but it didn’t hurt because right now she was thinking more about David and what she hoped they were about to do.

  Pulling on the belt of her dress, he gave it a quick tug to open it.

  The cool air kissed her skin as he parted its edges, revealing her bra and panties. He ran his finger under the waistband, making her tummy flutter and her skin tingle. She’d always been very ticklish and she couldn’t help but giggle.

  “That tickle?”

  “Oh yeah, big time.”

  He ran his hand over her belly button before leaning over and kissing it. As she ran her fingers through his hair, his lips made a trail up toward her bra. Her nipples ached and pushed against its flimsy material.

  David eased the dress over her shoulders, encouraging her to sit up so he could get it out of their way, and set it gently of the floor. While she was still sitting up, he snapped open the back of her bra causing it to loosen enough for him to slip it easily over her shoulders. He placed it on top of her dress.

  “We might as well get everything out of the way so I can concentrate.”

  She lifted herself as he glided her panties down her legs, his soft hands grazing her skin as he did so. He was extra careful when he hooked them off over her broken foot.

  He kissed her tummy again, his hands making circles on her nipples as his mouth moved upward until his lips were firmly around the right one. He sucked and touched it at the same time. She murmured because he was so gentle,

  David’s tongue flicked against her aureole, making her groan and cream. His hand moved down her belly and over her pubic hair, his long fingers discovering her clit without any trouble at all. She spread her legs some more, allowing him all the access he needed.

  It was his thumb that did all the magic work, circling her clit, strumming it, making it erect and super sensitive. He kissed her lips as he stroked it, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

  Natasha almost bit his lip as she climaxed, shaking from her shoulders downwards, her tummy quivering and her juices sliding from her channel like a steady stream.

  He lifted his sweater over his head and arms, revealing a chest that told her when he did have some time off from the ER he worked out. She fingered the outline of each of his muscles. He was so beautiful.

  Tugging at the button on his jeans, he helped her pop it open, allowing her to easily pull down the fly.

  As David slid his jeans over his legs and eased his boxers over his thighs, Natasha reached out and touched his cock, feeling it pulse under her fingers. She marveled at the network of veins that stood out upon it and the tiny speck of pre-cum glistening upon its tip.

  He reached over the couch for his jacket, pulled out his wallet, and slid out a condom. Maybe he was a pro at it, or maybe it was because he was a doctor, but he had it open and sheathed himself before she’d even realized it.

  He got onto the end of the couch and opened up her legs, running his hands over her folds, and spreading her labia opening with his thumb and index finger before gently easing his cock inside her.

  David bore most of his weight on his forearms as he leaned toward her and began a gentle rhythm of thrusts within her. She rested her injured foot on the back of his calf where it felt comfortable and safe. He kissed her and then set his cheek close to hers as he picked up intensity.

  He filled her, stretched her, and she wanted to hold him as they rode together. Moaning and groaning, she fell into a state of bliss she hoped she’d never escape from. His body grew warmer, the smell of his aftershave getting more pronounced with the heat from their bodies. She kissed his shoulder as her pussy grew tighter around his cock, milking him more on each thrust. She lifted her butt to greet his hips and thighs, and sent his dick slightly toward her g-spot.

  That was all it took for her to see flashes of light as her orgasm took control of her.

  She groaned.

  “Have I hurt you?” he whispered.

  “Nope, just had an orgasm. A wonderful one.”

  He smiled and thrust harder, his breath becoming more labored as he called out, filled her, and then went still.

  He kissed the tip of her nose. If she wasn’t the kind of girl who didn’t believe in falling in love this quickly, she’d guess that’s exactly what was happening to her.

  Chapter Four

  David held her. He didn’t want to let her go any time soon as they snuggled together on the couch, after the off the charts sex they’d just experienced. He hadn’t intended to make love to her on their first date together, but she’d been too hard to resist. In fact, he’d never had sex on a first date before. Somehow Natasha was different from the other women he’d had in his life. He’d sensed that the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Hard to believe that had only been last night.

  He stroked her hair. What was it an old medical school buddy of his once said? If you fall fast for a woman it’s because you knew her in another life. Maybe they’d been soul mates at some other point in time.

  Natasha put her hand on his chest and he stroked the back of it. They were still naked and the fire released a welcoming warmth.

  “I don’t know about you but I’m ready for that coffee and dessert right now,” she said.

  “You must have read my mind. Don’t you get up because I can get the cannoli, and if you tell me where you keep your coffee I can make that too.”

  “You’re a keeper.” She eased herself off his body and swung her legs around until her feet were dangling above the carpet.

  He hoped she meant that last comment and wasn’t joking around, because he wanted to stick around in her life.

  “The can of coffee is in the cupboard above the microwave. Second shelf, you can’t miss it.”

  “Milk and sugar for you, Ms. Hargreaves?”

  “Just milk. Wow, I feel like I’m being pampered.”

  “I’ll do anything for a gorgeous naked woman.”

  “You’ve opened yourself up for lots of trouble by telling me that.”

  “Then I’d better get that coffee and dessert.”

  David headed into the kitchen, put the coffee in the machine and turned it on. While that brewed, he took out the cannoli and set each one on a plate. Leaning back against the countertop while the last of the coffee dripped through the filter, he glanced at a photo of Natasha and what he assumed was her class on her fridge. Cute bunch of kids by the look of it. And he’d guess the drawings underneath it were some of their handiwork. A few showed some talent.

  He poured the coffee, put everything onto a tray he’d found by the pantry, and carried it in to where Natasha had turned on the TV and was watching a crime drama.

  “Here you go,” he said, handing her a plate and a mug of coffee.

  “This all looks so good.”

  He sat as Natasha took her first bite of the pastry.

  “Wow, this was worth waiting for. I wish I could make stuff like this.”

  “So do I. I’d make this every night. Of course I’d probably be buying a whole new wardrobe.”

  “I wish I was one of those people who could eat just about anything and not gain weight.”

  “Even if you gained twenty pounds I’m guessing you’d still look cute. Although as a doctor I shouldn’t be encouraging people to do that.” He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed.

  “Do you think these are an aphrodisiac?" asked Natasha. “Because I’m suddenly feeling like I want you to make love to me again.”

  “Not sure, maybe it’s the painkillers, but whatever
it is I can definitely oblige.”

  “How about the bedroom this time?”

  “How about I carry you there?”

  “Hey, no…”

  He didn’t give her time to finish her sentence before he swept her up in his arms. She put her arms around his neck as he headed out of the living room. At this point he wasn’t sure where he was going. “You’ll have to direct me.”

  “First door on the left.”

  He headed down the hallway, saying a silent thank you that her townhouse was all on one level. Stairs might have been tricky.

  David pushed the door open with his foot and took her inside.

  “Feels kinda chilly after being near the fire in the living room,” she said. “How about we get under the blankets and warm one another up?”

  He placed her carefully on the side of the bed and pulled back the sheets. They slid in underneath them and turned to face one another

  “How’s your foot?”

  “It’s fine, doctor.”

  They kissed. He loved her mouth, the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue discovering each little crevice in her mouth. He touched her breasts and played with her nipple until he felt it turn hard between his thumb and index finger.

  She kissed him harder as he rolled it and gave it a playful tug. He let go of her nipple and pushed his hand down further under the sheet until he found her mound. David waved his fingers over it and then delved into the curls, pulling on a few strands until he made contact with her clit. She was already hot and a little moist as he made swirls around each of her folds. Her body drove him crazy. She was so soft and warm. Even if the world ended right this minute he wouldn’t complain.

  Natasha gasped as he pushed his finger inside her channel. They nuzzled as she moaned. Her hand went to his cock making it pulse and harden like never before.

  “I just remembered something,” he said. “My condoms are in my jacket pocket out in the living room.”

  “Promise you won’t think I planned this, or that I have men in my bed all the time, but I keep some in my nightstand. It’s right behind you.”

  She’d saved the day, or at least the moment. And he loved her honesty. Other women probably wouldn’t have owned up to having their own supply.

  “I like a lady who practices safe sex. It’s just what the doctor ordered.”

  He rolled over and reached across the bed, pulling out the drawer and seeing three condoms sitting on top of some books. He pulled one out, tore it open, and laid on his back while he sheathed himself as Natasha circled his navel with the tip of her middle finger. That small gesture nearly drove him over the edge.

  He rolled back, looking straight at her. “Where were we?”

  “You were about to make love to me.”

  They kissed and then he pulled away. “I don’t think you should be on your back because of your foot. How about we try doing it like thisHe put his leg around hers, then pulled hers up until they were twisted together. She was open to him…open, wet and waiting. He held his cock and eased it into her pussy.

  David had never had sex like this before, but it already felt pretty good as he pumped his hips back and forth.

  “I think this might be good for you because I’ll hit your g-spot every time.”

  Natasha laughed. For the first time he realized she had dimples when she did that. He touched the left one. Her skin was soft and he was completely under her spell now.

  “And what’s so funny?”

  “You sound like a doctor.”

  He laughed too. He hadn’t meant to, but at least she’d found humor in his comment. He thrust harder and drove deeper, as she held his shoulders and murmured softly in his ear.

  Her voice was sexy, husky almost, and David didn’t have to ask her if she was getting close to bliss because her pussy tightened around his cock like it was going to squeeze the life out of it. Shit, it was turning him on big time. She said his name softly as she shook and milked him..

  He held her tight as he pushed her over a little so he could go deeper. Her pussy seemed to swallow him and that’s all it took for him to find the sweetest release of his life.

  They breathed together in perfect unison, and he felt her heart beating against his skin.

  “I’m so sleepy.”

  “Me too,” he said. He turned his head to see her eyes flutter shut. He watched her chest rise and fall, and her mouth opened slightly. She was beautiful, with the prettiest long eyelashes he’d ever seen. He slipped his arm around her, hoping not to wake her. She stirred a little and then eased against his body, snuggling on his shoulder.

  This was going to be one of the best nights of his life. Sleeping side by side with the woman of his dreams.

  ****

  Natasha couldn’t remember a time when she’d woken up this late. She’d had the best night’s sleep in ages, and some of the nicest dreams of her life. She hoped the one about a handsome doctor calling her up, coming over for dinner, and then making love to her didn’t fit into the dream category.

  Please let that one be real.

  She glanced to the left and saw him fast asleep on the pillow beside her.

  Thank you.

  He must have sensed she was staring at him or something because he opened one eye and then the other.

  David smiled as she leaned over and kissed him.

  “What time is it?” he asked.

  “Eight thirty.”

  “Shit, my shift starts in thirty minutes.”

  “You could call in sick.”

  He put his arm up above the pillow and she took that as a cue to snuggle into him again. Natasha set her head down on his chest.

  “There is lots of flu going around,” he whispered.

  “You do look a little flushed. You have a temperature?” she asked, putting her hand on his forehead.

  “Problem is, if I don’t work this shift then I’ll have to work Saturday evening.”

  “And I’ll be all on my own, and I’ll get those Saturday night blues.”

  “We wouldn’t want that, but you should know one thing if you’re going to be a doctor’s girlfriend and that is that we work a lot. We’re on call and…”

  She put her fingers on his lips. “Then I’ll just have to drop more vases on my foot and stop by the ER. Now shut up and kiss me.”

  The End

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