"Now DR Hunt are you going to be first assist or not?"
"YES!" Owen breathed urgently as Cristina took his hardening length in her hands and began to gently pull on it in rhythmical strokes, whilst teasing the tip with her warm breath and soft kisses.
She was right, her hands are tiny geniuses! Owen thought as he gave himself over to her touch and toyed with her dark, satin curls between his fingers.
Feeling his long, thick cock begin to pulse beneath her touch, she took it into her mouth and began to take it progressively deeper. Owen responded by lightly rocking his hips forward and back.
"Take your pants off!" Cristina demanded holding him inches away from her mouth.
"Yes doctor!" Owen used his feet to slide his pants and boxers down and kicked them to one side.
"now I can get better access!" Cristina place both hands on his hips and pulled him back into her mouth sucking him with more force this time.
"Crisitina Yang." Owen growled letting his head drop back over his shoulders. He felt himself moving closer to the edge but could not allow himself to give in. Using all his willpower he gently pushed her back, his cock standing erect at a right angle to his body dragged Cristina to her feet.
Furiously he clawed at her clothes, tugging at the tie to her scrub pants and pushing them down to reveal a lacy red thong and her shapely legs. The red lace against her skin kicked his desires up another notch and in one swift movement he had freed her from her scrub top. He bit his lower lip as he let his eyes wander over her swollen breast encased in the delicate lace fabric. He felt another tightening in his groin and sharply pulled her towards him. Swishing her around in a half circle and forcing her down on to her back on the OR table he climbed on top of her and kissed her fiercely, just as he had that night in the alley at Joe's. However, this time there was no confusion from Cristina- she responded as desperately, wanting to merge every part of her body with his, wanting him so much as she gripped onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his muscular lower back.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, Owen manoeuvred himself so his other hand was free. His fingers danced over her tingling skin and she let out a soft purr "Owen…mmmm"
His circled his finger over her nipples and felt them harden and press against the burgeoning red lace of the bra.
"You are still wearing too many clothes, Dr Yang" Owen laughed seductively and proceeded with his one free hand to rip off both her bra and thong, tearing at the fabric like an animal clawing at its prey. He dropped them to the floor and looked into her eyes, "Oops, sorry, it's the trauma surgeons way- quick and dirty! Looks like I owe you some underwear!"
"well I can think of a way you can start to make it up to me right now" Cristina giggled. "it may not be quick but I can guarantee it will be very dirty!"
An intense and lingering look passed between them and froze them for a moment. Then, reading each others desires like a book, they crashed their lips together in another sensual and lustful kiss. Their hands caressed, stroked, scratched and explored every inch of each others bodies, their lips never breaking apart and their tongues claiming each others mouths as solely theirs .
Owen traced the outline of her baby bump with his palm and as he did he softened his kiss, wanting to let his wife know how grateful he was for this life they had created and how much he loved her. Crisitina reciprocated, her kiss telling him thank you for staying through it all and for making her feel safe.
Owen dragged his lips across her cheek and down into the crook of her neck, nibbling her ear lobe and leaving a trail of tiny lovebites in his wake. Cristina wriggled as she enjoyed the tickling sensations her husband was creating.
Suddenly, Cristina let out a loud gasp as Owen plunged 3 of his fingers deep inside her. She was wet and welcoming.
"I was not expecting that" she squeeled.
"You told me you wanted dirty! I am excellent at dirty." Owen murmured into her neck.
"Yes…..yes….you….are" Crisitina managed to choke out the words as she arched her back and bucked against his fingers for what felt like an eternity.
"I'm close" she moaned wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'm hard" he grunted as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his rock hard cock.
"YES!" Crisitina screamed as Owen thrust hard inside her "YES! YES!" She didn't care if anyone in the adjoining could hear them, she was powerless against her husband's hot and excellent sex!
Her legs wrapped back around his waist and she dug her nails into his back, pulling him deeper into her. She felt his body begin to tense, she knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Owen, I need you now". With that declaration from his wife he began to empty himself into her, his body shuddering. Cristina gave herself over to him entirely and felt the waves of the most intense orgasm she had every had ripple through her body. In the final moments of their joint climax, their sweat dripping bodies clung to each other as their pounding hearts found their regular, connected rhythm as they caught their breath.
Laying curled up in each others arms on the OR table wrapped in the tablecloth, Owen stroked Cristina's stomach as she ran her fingers over his stubble, she started to laugh.
"I cannot believe that we just had sex in OR2!"
"So?" Owen chuckled. "Did your husband do good? First anniversary, did I pass?"
"Best anniversary ever!" Crisitina told him as she nuzzled deeper into his chest and squeezed him even tighter. "Can't wait to see what you pull out next year!"