Secret Desires

by Fields, Cat

  Every fibre screamed for release, and he felt the tension in her tight, trembling body. But he wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. He pulled himself from her, the air cold on his member which was slick with her wetness. She groaned in protest, not wanting him to leave her body.

  Slowly, he turned her around so she was facing him. Their eyes met, alight with lust, droplets of rain falling down their faces.

  He took her in his arms once more, before laying her in the damp, compacted sand. The waves rushed to meet them, cooling their burning bodies, and the rain pounded down on them.

  His hands moved to her breasts, and he placed kisses on her wet stomach. Rain began to pool in her belly button, where he dipped his tongue. He could taste the rain mixed with the salty water of the beach.

  His hands moved downward, to separate her moist folds. She sighed with pleasure, encouraging him on, her hands gripping his wet hair. She wanted to feel his mouth on her hot womanhood. She pushed him downwards, desperate to feel it.

  He moved between her thighs, tracing his tongue along her leg. He could smell her sweet musk. It filled his nostrils and intoxicated him. He heard the low moans of her pleasure when his tongue finally traced along her folds. She gripped his hair tightly when his tongue slipped inside to taste the sensitive bud, the centre of her arousal.

  Her nails dug into his scalp, urging him on as their arousal continued to build. She trembled with anticipation as he sunk two fingers inside her, while his tongue flicked over her clit. He moved his hand in and out as he sucked on the engorged flesh. She squirmed against the sand, crying out loudly, though no one would hear her over the pouring rain.

  Lightning cracked, illuminating her pale body, her legs wrapped around his head. He felt her body tense as the sensation overwhelmed her, her breathing in sync with the rise and fall of the tide.

  He felt a wave of warmth spread over his fingers, and her body contracted. He knew she was coming, but the sound of her cries was indistinguishable against the water, and the rain. Lighting cracked at the moment of her release as though the gods themselves were looking down upon them. The harmony was perfect, as the rise and fall of the tide touched their feet.

  Once the pleasure has subsided, he crawled up her body, kissing her legs, stomach, breasts and neck as he went. His throbbing member was still free, aching to feel her again.

  Without hesitation, he probed at her entrance, desperate to feel the warmth once more. His teeth nipped her neck as he pushed inside her with ease. She was drenched, slippery with arousal, and he was able to bury himself to the hilt without force.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and together they rolled in the sand until she was on top of his, straddling him like a horse. She smirked, her eyes twinkling.

  The rain fell hard and heavy on his face, washing away the sweat on his brow. She, too, lifted her head to the sky, her mouth open, drinking in the rain that fell there.

  He groaned, his hands gripping her hips until his knuckles were white. She moved against him in a circular motion; her fingers between her folds, massaging her clitoris. The sight of it was almost enough to make him lose control as her fingers rubbing quickly, her chest rising and falling.

  He was grinding against her, meeting each rotation of her body. Soon, they were frantic, and she was moving up and down on his throbbing cock, hungry for her second release of the evening.

  He was close too. The pleasure was building as she placed her palm on his wet chest, the other still rubbing her engorged clit. Her knees sunk in the sand, and her toes curled as she rode him, the tumultuous storm growing louder with each passing second. It was as though the heavens were racing them to their peak, eager to reach the pinnacle first.

  He felt himself throb and expand in her flowing warmth, and she lowered herself so her breasts were pressed against his chest. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in short gasps. She moved faster, bouncing up and down on his slick cock, their bodies slapping together eagerly, racing towards the end.

  He was moaning and gasping unashamedly now, his face screwed up in concentration as the orgasm built inside him. She bit down on his neck hard, stifling the scream that was about to escape her lips.

  He lifted his hips to meet each of her movements, his arms wrapped tightly around her. They fucked with reckless abandon, each one seeking their own guilty release. They raced, the finish line in sight.

  Gripping him hard, he felt her inner walls throbbing against his aching cock, which was enough to send him over the edge.

  They came in unison, each one crying out with the intensity of the orgasm. It was also the precise moment the storm peaked. The rumbling thunder and lightning was directly above them now. The sky lit up with electricity, blinding both of them. It lasted for what felt like an age, the orgasm, and the thunder.

  Hot liquid release spilled from him, shooting inside her with intense force, as though a bullet had been shot from a gun. She didn’t stop grinding against him until her own orgasm had faded and both were left panting and twitching.

  Once it was over, the rain let up until it was nothing more than a sprinkle. The clouds parted above them so a ray of sunlight could shine down upon that very spot, as though the gods were blessing the completion of their union.

  They lay in the sand, ignoring the freezing waves that rushed over them. The tide was rising, which meant it was time to go. They walked back to the car, soaking wet, hand in hand. Neither had brought towels, or a change of clothes, so they were forced to make the journey home still wet.

  As they took the half an hour journey back home, she rested her head on his shoulder, slowly drifting to sleep. Their bodies felt weak after the intensity of the passion they had shared. It had been a perfect day. She had been reunited with her husband after his tour of duty. He was here, unscathed, and still madly in love with her. Things couldn’t be more perfect.

  Little did they know, however, that tonight was the night she would conceive his child. A child of love, and war, conceived amidst a summer storm on the beach.

  Sleeping with Superior

  By Cat Fields

  Ada had done it. She’d finally crossed the line. However, she hadn’t intended for things to pan out this way. She’d often judged other women who had been in this position, without thinking twice. Harlots, she’d thought of them.

  Ada was a nurse fresh out of college. The hours were long, and hard, but she loved it. The panic of the day meant the work passed in the blink of an eye.

  However, recently the hours seemed to drag on for an eternity, and Ada knew why. The new chief resident, Doctor John Whitaker was responsible. A man in his mid thirties, Whitaker was ruggedly handsome, with stubble upon his cheek, and deep blue eyes. He was much taller than Ada, over six feet, and his dazzling smile was enough to melt the hearts of any patient that walked through the door.

  Ada couldn’t help but stare whenever he walked through the corridors. Once or twice she’d even dropped everything she’d been holding. She couldn’t help it. The sight of him made her weak at the knees.

  Doctor Whitaker would never notice though, of course. He was far too important to spare a moment for the new nurse.

  It was a Friday night when events were set into motion. It was late, and the hospital was quiet. Ada had opted for the night shift because she knew that Doctor Whitaker would be working. She’d take any shift just to get a glimpse of him.

  She’d had a particularly hard night; Ada had been abused by two drug-addicts who yelled and screamed until they’d been removed by security. Left shaken, Ada sat on a vacant bed in one of the wards, her heart pounding frantically after the encounter.

  She disliked conflict very much and often tried her hardest to remain calm in moments of fear. That’s how a nurse should be, you see. Fearless.

  A knock sounded at the door, and she quickly stuffed her handkerchief out of sight. She did not want to be caught sobbing alone in a vacant ward. Busying herself, Ada began to straighten the bed sheets in an attempt
to conceal her tear-tracked face.

  “Nurse Walker?” said a gentle voice at the door.

  “Yes?” said Ada, her voice surprisingly even. She did not turn around to look at the intruder.

  “Security just informed me of the couple who were threatening you,” said the man. Chancing a glance upward, Ada saw that it was Doctor Whitaker who called upon her in the ward. Her heart jumped into her throat. Why did he have to talk to her now when she was in this state? She was in no shape to be charming and witty.

  “Oh, yes Doctor. They gave me quite a fright,” she said turning away.

  “Are you all right?” Ada heard Doctor Whitaker enter the room and close the door behind him.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” she said as casually as she could muster.

  “You’ve been crying,” he said matter-of-factly.

  Ada paused halfway through fluffing a pillow. “Yes, but I’m okay now,” she lied.

  “Ada, as the chief of medicine, it is important for you to talk to me when you are feeling vulnerable, or threatened. That’s what I am here for.”

  Ada looked up at Doctor Whitaker for the first time. He stared down at her with such compassion in his eyes that she found it hard to breathe.

  “Thank you, sir,” she muttered.

  “Please do not hesitate to see me in my office, at any time,” he said gently.

  Ada would very much like to visit Doctor John Whitaker in his office during the late hours of the night, but her anxiety would never allow it.

  “Now, I’ve got lots to do, Nurse Walker.” He placed a hand on Ada’s elbow and squeezed gently. “I’ll see you later.” And with that he left the room.

  Such a simple gesture had left Ada breathless. She sat on the bed, this time smiling.

  ~

  At the end of her shift, Ada fished her keys out of her handbag and unlocked her car. She sat in the drivers seat for a few moments, watching Doctor Whitaker at the hospital entrance, shaking hands with a former patient. He too had finished his shift and was about to go home.

  Don’t linger, Ada thought to herself. Turning the key in the ignition, Ada tried to start her car. It clicked over several times, but nothing happened.

  Shit, shit shit, she thought to herself. Her car was her livelihood. If she didn’t have a vehicle, she couldn’t get to work. She tried again, but the car merely groaned and whined. Doctor Whitaker was walking across the parking lot towards his own car; Ada could see him in her rear-view mirror. How embarrassing. She slid down in her seat so he couldn’t see the top of her head.

  Panicking slightly, she tried the ignition again. This time the car didn’t even make a sound.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  Ada jumped out of her skin as someone rapped on the glass of her window. It was Doctor Whitaker. She unwound her window as quickly as possible, a blush creeping up her neck.

  “H-hello, Doctor,” she stammered.

  “Hello Nurse Walker. Car trouble?” he smiled.

  Ada nodded fervently. “I don’t understand. It was serviced just last week.”

  “Dodgy mechanic, I assume,” he said. “Wand me to give you a jump?”

  Ada blushed at the unsaid implications. She’d loved nothing more than to jump him.

  “I don’t think it will help,” she said. “It’s completely dead.”

  “Well then, I’ll give you a lift home.”

  “Oh, you don’t need to do that. I can call a taxi.”

  “Don’t be silly. My car is right over there. Come.”

  Ada did as she was told and got out of her car, locking the door behind herself. She followed Doctor Whitaker to his car, which was a new, and extremely shiny Porsche.

  ‘Hop in,’ he said, opening the passenger door for her.

  ‘Thank you,’ Ada murmured, embarrassed at the kind gesture.

  It was nice inside, and smelled of his cologne. The very scent made her skin tingle all over.

  Doctor Whitaker slid into the drivers seat and inserted the key into the ignition. Ada watched his every move out of the corner of her eye, fascinated by his manly hands, and handsome face. He glanced at her and caught her staring. Embarrassed, Ada looked out of her window instead, furious with herself.

  “So how long have you been ad the hospital for, Nurse Walker?”

  “Two months,” she said, fidgeting nervously.

  “Longer than me.” He gave her a dazzling smile.

  Ada blushed. “Yes, but you’ve been at other hospitals. This is my first full-time job out of college.”

  Doctor Whitaker shrugged. “You seem capable enough. I was very impressed with how you handled that couple tonight.”

  “Thank you Doctor Whitaker.”

  “Oh, just call me John.” He smiled, eyes crinkling at the sides.

  Ada wasn’t sure what to say. She found it strange to call her superior by his first name.

  “So where do you live?” John asked.

  “Maple Street,” said Ada. “The rough end.”

  John laughed, until he saw that Ada wasn’t joking. “Oh, right. Sorry.”

  “It’s all right,” she smiled, glancing at him. “I don’t mind it. I can’t really afford to live anywhere else.” Ada cursed herself for saying something so personal to a man she barely knew. He didn’t care about her housing difficulties. “Sorry,” she added.

  “It’s all right,” John smiled. “I already told you, I’m here if you need to talk about anything. Anything at all.”

  “Thank you … John.”

  He smiled at her, and Ada smiled back.

  The rest of the car journey passed in silence. Ada felt awkward, as though she needed to say something interesting. She didn’t want Doctor Whitaker to think she was boring. However, nothing came to mind, so she sat in the passenger seat, hands in her lap, and looked out of the window.

  When they finally arrived at Ada’s house she was embarrassed by the state of it. She’d been so busy since starting her new job, that she had let it fall into a state of disarray. Newspapers littered the driveway, and the garden was full of weeds. Doctor Whitaker did not comment, but she saw him purse his lips at the sight of her house.

  “I think your boyfriend needs to get into that garden,” he said. “It’s becoming a bit wild.”

  Ada snorted. “What boyfriend? I’m far too busy for that. As you can see, I don’t have much time for cleaning, or gardening either.”

  “Nurse Walker, if you’re feeling overwhelmed from your job we can always work out a better schedule.”

  “Oh no,” said Ada, her eyes wide. “I need all the hours I can get.”

  Doctor Whitaker frowned, his expression worried. “How will you get to work tomorrow evening?” he asked.

  Georgia shrugged. “I’ll work something out,” she said.

  Doctor Whitaker leaned over and rummaged in his glove compartment for a moment. Ada took the opportunity to inhale his intoxicating scent. He withdrew, pulling out a business card.

  “Call me if you need a lift. Your house it along the way, so it’s no problem.”

  Ada took the card with a shaking hand. “Thank you Doctor,” she said.

  “John,” he corrected. “Please don’t hesitate to call me anytime, even for a chat. And I mean that.”

  Ada nodded, reaching for the doorhandle and hopping out of the car. She closed the door and watched Doctor Whitaker reverse out of her driveway. She sighed, clutching the card to her chest. If he kept treating her this way, she’d be head over heels for the man in no time at all.

  ~

  The following evening Ada sat in front of her telephone with Doctor Whitakers card clutched in her hand. She was excited at the prospect of talking to him on the phone, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want him to think she was dependant. It was an hour until her twelve-hour shift started, so if she wanted a lift she must call him soon. Reaching towards the phone, her hand shaking, Ada prepared to pick up the receiver.

  She was startled, however, when h
er phone rang before she’d even touched it. Jumping a mile, Ada picked it up after the first ring.

  “Hello?” she said quickly.

  “Hello, Nurse Walker?” said a deep voice on the other end.

  “Yes?”

  “Ada, it’s John Whitaker.”

  “Oh! Doctor Whitaker! What a surprise!” she said breathlessly.

  She could tell that he was smiling from the tone of his voice. “You answered the phone awfully quick. Were you expecting a call from someone?”

  “Oh … no,” she said, embarrassed. “I was just about to call you, actually”

  “Well, I just thought I’d check in to see if you needed a lift to the hospital.”

  Ada licked her lips, her throat dry. He’d called her. She’d never been so nervous in her life. Why was she acting so stupid? She’d never become speechless around men before.

  “I would appreciate it very much, if it’s not too much trouble. I called the mechanic today, and he said he’d look at it tomorrow.”

  “Great,” said Doctor Whitaker. “I’ll pick you up in half an hour then. Is that all right?”

  “Yes! Great! Perfect!” she said, rather excited at the prospect of being alone with Doctor Whitaker again. The thought of it left her weak at the knees.

  “Okay then. I’ll see you soon, Ada.” The phone clicked as he hung up.

  Thrilled that Doctor Whitaker had called her, Ada took extra care when doing her makeup. She wanted to look her best. A small part of her brain thought she was being foolish. He’d never be interested in someone like her.

  Right on time, Ada heard a car pull into her driveway, the headlights shining into her sitting room. She expected him to honk his horn to alert her of his arrival, but he didn’t. Instead, Ada watched through her curtains as Doctor Whitaker got out of his car and walked up her garden path.

  “Oh no,” Ada panicked. What if he saw inside her house. It was an absolute mess.

  Doctor Whitaker gave three smart knocks on her door, which Ada answered almost immediately, looking rather flustered.