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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 22:56:57 GMT -7
Hearing House's pleads, Cuddy was more than happy to oblige. She blocked out Angel's orgasm, her mind firmly set in the last time she had been with House. It helped immensely. Holding onto the memories, the good ones, Cuddy rose up and slammed down again, then rocked a few times. "Damn...." she whispered, feeling the familiar coil of heat in her abdomen tightening with every movement. It was no use. She couldn't hold back any longer. Releasing the floodgates, Cuddy rose a final time, slamming down hard as she came, her sweet juices spilling forth, surrounding the hard cock inside her. "Oh, Greg....." she sighed, repeating the mantra over and over as she came down from her high. She'd never really been a screamer before; why change that now?
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 23:10:47 GMT -7
House didn't feel anything anymore; not Angel pulling away, not the bed underneath him, not even the constant pain in his leg. No, all his focus, all his being was at the point of contact with Cuddy at his groin. Cuddy's roughness was sending urgent pleasure signals to his brain, his vision was beginning to sparkle with brightly coloured lights dancing over everything. Everything was going white with pleasure, more than he could take, it was overloading everything. He was at the edge of the precipice; had been teetering on there for a while--being inundated by so much indescribable sensations--
Oh, Greg...
--he gasped for air, not getting any-- then he was falling, exploding, being stretched too much, not being suffocated enough, his muscles clenched, balls tightened, he shook and cried out a long primal scream full of everything that he had pent up for so long. It was a catharsis, a release of everything that spurted out of him, Cuddy's sex milked him for all that he was worth.
When he finally came down, he was so drained, his mind was quiet. He trembled with the exertion, then knew no more.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 23:14:29 GMT -7
Angel lazily slid off House and next to him in bed. She looked up at Cuddy and gave her a smile. "That was amazing..." She murmured, leaning forward. She gave Cuddy a deep, lingering kiss before moving to place one at the nape of her neck. "I think it's time you dashed, but I'm hoping you had yourself a good time, looked like you did." She whispered breathlessly. She knew she had, it had been a long time since she'd done something like that. Panting, she moved to lay next to House again, kissing his neck softly.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 23:23:49 GMT -7
Holding on just long enough for her former lover to explode within her, Cuddy held her breath. It had always been mindblowing, but there was something different about this time. She couldn't be sure what it was, though. As House went still beneath her, she raised herself up and off. She hardly registered Angel's parting kiss, as her mind had gone to other matters. She had to get out of here.
Not wanting to leave House with nothing but the memory, she slid back, turning slightly to place her feet on his bedroom floor. Gently, she slid down to her knees and crawled until she was level with her target. Sliding the cloth of his boxer shorts down to expose the scar, she bent her head and placed a gentle kiss there. It was her way of apologizing for everything, starting with suggesting the surgery in the first place and ending with what had happened here tonight.
That being done, she got to her feet and redressed in her red lace undergarments and headed for the bathroom where she quickly replaced her clothes. Tossing the forgotten bathrobe into her travel bag, she left the apartment silently and without another glance into the bedroom. As she emerged back onto the street, she saw Wilson in his car, watching. Casting him one final look, she made her way to where she had parked and drove slowly home.
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