Exhaustion, Release, and Reckless Abandon

Dr. Ethan Carter looked like he’d been through a storm. His scrubs hung off his muscular frame, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were rimmed with fatigue. Still, when he saw me waiting in his apartment, a small, tired smile flickered across his lips-a fragile sign of relief after twenty-seven relentless hours.

Even exhausted, Ethan was striking. His body was strong and athletic, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, the defined “V” of his lower abdomen disappearing beneath the waistband of his scrubs. I’d always admired the way his muscles moved under his skin, but it was what he hid beneath those scrubs that always made my heart race-he was so well endowed that the first time had left me in awe, and a little nervous.

He dropped his bag and let me pull him into a gentle embrace, feeling the tension in his shoulders and the way he melted, just a little, into my arms. “You’re here,” he said softly, as if he needed to remind himself. “I’d forgotten that I invited you.”

“I’m here,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his cheek.

We made our way to the bedroom, both of us craving closeness more than anything. He kissed me, slow and searching, but his movements were clumsy, his hands heavy and uncertain. When we finally came together, the rhythm was off-his usual confidence replaced by a kind of distracted tenderness. Even as he pressed against me, I could feel the familiar pressure of his size, the way he stretched me, but tonight, his exhaustion made everything slower, gentler, almost tentative.

He tried to focus, but his body lagged behind his intentions. I felt his frustration in the way his fingers tightened around mine, in the way his breath stuttered against my neck. “I’m sorry, I just-my brain’s not working,” he admitted, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

I brushed my fingers through his hair, meeting his gaze. “It’s okay. I just want you here.” Even in his exhaustion, there was something beautiful about his vulnerability-about the way he trusted me enough to let his guard down.

He pushed his large dick in me again and we moved together, slow and imperfect. I let myself feel every inch of him, the warmth of his skin, the roughness of his hands, the way his body trembled with fatigue and need. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, breathing him in, grounding us both. He buried his face in my neck, whispering my name like a promise. I could sense his desire to give me more, to be more, but I held him close, letting him know that this-just being together-was enough. We finished quietly, he came in my pussy, and we were wrapped in each other’s arms, the experience less about fireworks and more about holding each other through the imperfections.

Afterward, he curled into my side, letting out a long, shuddering breath. “I wish I could give you more,” he murmured.

I kissed his forehead, feeling the quiet truth settle between us. “You already do.”

Wrapped up in each other, we both drifted off, comforted by the honesty and the simple act of being together, even when things didn’t go exactly as planned.

The Day Off

Sunlight crept through the blinds, painting gold stripes across the spare room. I woke to the soft sound of water running in the bathroom. For a moment, I just lay there, letting the memory of last night settle over me-a night that was less about passion and more about comfort, about being present for each other even when the world had wrung us out.

I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, drawn by the sound of Ethan humming softly under the spray. He stood beneath the hot water, head tilted back, eyes closed. Steam curled around his body, accentuating the lines of his muscles, the strong curve of his back, and the sculpted “V” that always made my breath catch. But it was the sight of his aroused dick - thick, long, and almost intimidating-that sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me.

I stepped in behind him, letting the water wash over me, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smiled, turning to face me, water streaming down his face. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

I pressed my body against his, feeling the heat of his skin, the firmness of his chest. “Morning,” I whispered, kissing the hollow of his throat.

His hands slid down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me closer until I could feel him, already hard, pressing against me. He caught my look and grinned, a little sheepish but mostly proud. “Still okay?” he murmured.

I nodded, biting my lip. “You know you’re too big for me, right?”

He pressed a kiss to my temple, his hands steady and reassuring. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, but the hunger in his eyes told me he wanted to push us both to the edge.

As he guided his dick to the entrance of my pussy, he paused, searching my eyes. “Do you want me to grab a condom?”

I shook my head, my voice steady and sure. “No. I want to feel you. I’m on birth control, Ethan. I want all of you. No barriers. Fill me.”

A surge of relief and desire flashed across his face. “God, that’s all I want too.”

The initial stretch was intense-he was so thick and long that it took time, my body needing to adjust around him. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, feeling every inch as he eased in, barely able to fit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that left me trembling.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Ethan groaned, his voice rough with restraint. He paused, letting me breathe, his hands gentle as he stroked my hair and whispered encouragement.

I nodded, breathless. “Don’t stop. I want all of you.”

He moved, slow at first, letting me get used to the fullness, then harder, each thrust making me gasp as he filled me completely. The feeling was exquisite-every movement sent sparks through my body, the stretch and friction making everything more intense. I could feel him everywhere, deeper than anyone before, and the pleasure built quickly, wild and consuming.

He pressed me against the wall, his thrusts growing harder, more desperate, and I cried out, my body clenching around him as he shuddered and released his thick cum deep inside my pussy, barely able to hold back a groan. The sensation of him pulsing within, so big I could feel every twitch, sent me over the edge, my own climax crashing through me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in as the water washed over us.

Eventually, we finished our shower, laughing as we helped each other dry off, the easy intimacy lingering between us.

We made coffee together-he insisted on grinding the beans himself, saying it was the only way to start a day off right. I made eggs and toast while he leaned against the counter, telling me stories about the ER in a way that made even the chaos sound almost ordinary.

After breakfast, Ethan glanced toward the bedroom, then at me, a sheepish but determined look on his face. “Before we do anything else,” he said, “I need clean sheets. I know it’s a thing, but I can’t have sex unless the sheets are fresh. Especially after a shower. It just feels wrong otherwise.”

I grinned, already loving this about him. “Spare room?” I teased.

He nodded, his smile growing. “Spare room. Clean sheets. That’s the only way.”

He led me down the hall, and as we entered the spare room, the cool air and crisp linens made everything feel new. Ethan paused, looking at me with a mixture of gratitude and hunger. “Thank you for putting up with my quirks,” he murmured, pulling me close.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You know I love it. And I love you.”

He smiled back at me, closed the space between us and kissed me so deeply that I was wet instantly.

The Day (and Night) After

He didn’t waste a moment. He pulled me onto the fresh sheets, kissing me hungrily, his hands everywhere. We tumbled onto the bed, his body pressing mine into the mattress as he pushed into my sore pussy again, harder this time, the urgency between us fierce and exhilarating. The stretch was always a shock-he filled me so completely that every thrust sent a delicious ache through me, my cries echoing off the walls.

We fucked in the kitchen, on the cool tile floor, laughter and moans bouncing off the cabinets. In the hallway, he lifted me against the wall, his hands gripping my thighs as he drove into me, each thrust wild and desperate, both of us lost in the heat of it. Sometimes he had to pause, letting me breathe, letting my body adjust to his size before he pushed deeper, always checking that I was okay, always making sure I wanted more.

In the afternoon, we collapsed in his bed, tangled in fresh sheets, bodies spent but still hungry for more. Ethan pressed kisses along my collarbone, his voice rough. “I could do this forever.”

I smiled, tracing the line of his jaw. “Then don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Again and again, we found each other, in every room, every corner, the day blurring into night, our connection deepening with every touch, every gasp, every shuddering release of his cum. Each time he came deep inside me, it felt like a promise-of pleasure, of trust, of something lasting.

That night, as we lay tangled together, breathless and smiling, the city lights flickering through the window, Ethan’s phone vibrated on the nightstand. He glanced at it, then at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I’m supposed to work tomorrow,” he said, voice low.

I raised an eyebrow, already sensing his intent. “Supposed to?”

He grinned, grabbing his phone and dialing the hospital. I listened as he calmly told them he was feeling unwell and wouldn’t be able to make his shift, his voice steady and professional. When he hung up, he turned to me, eyes blazing with anticipation. “Now I’m all yours.”

We let the night stretch on-two people, two hearts, and the promise of more mornings, more days, just like this. 

Repeatedly, we used as many horizontal surfaces in his apartment to fuck. The only breaks we had were to rest for a little bit and to also have a drink and some food - and for me to take my birth control. By the end of the following day, we were spent; he fully drained his heavy balls in me and my pussy was sore and swollen….my large tits were sucked and gently bitten.

I’d slept over again but we actually slept; I was wrapped tightly in his strong arms. I felt his hard penis poke me while he held me so I raised my leg and he pushed his dick in my swollen pussy; I screamed out in pleasurable pain. He gently fucked me until he drained himself in me.

Unfortunately, he had to go to work. While I rested, he showered and got ready for another 27 hour shift. Before leaving, Ethan mounted me and rode me until he was drained again. Him fucking me hurt but I knew him…he needed his release and be drained so he could focus at work.

“FUCK!” he screamed as he released the last few drops of his cum in me. “You’re amazing, baby. You take my dick and my cum like a champ. My god, I don’t ever want to leave your tight pussy.”

“You’re pretty good yourself,” I moaned. “I can’t help but take it because of the pleasurable pain. Call out…that way we can continue!”

“Baby, I’d love to,” he grunted as his dick was still throbbing and pulsating in me. “I need to pay the bills so I can’t stay in you. You interested in visiting every few days for a day or so at a time?”

“Ethan? I’m not some whore for you to use,” I said. “I’m worth more than that.”

“It’s not like that,” he said as he was gently thrusting in and out of me. “Marry me.”