SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 240: Shared Heat (R-18)

Chapter 240: Shared Heat (R-18)

Then her gaze drifted downward, through the rippling water, to where his cock stood thick and straining between them, veins prominent, the head flushed dark with need.

She looked at it like it was something sacred.

Her hand moved slowly, fingers curling around his length with a feather-light touch at first, testing, exploring.

Bruce inhaled sharply, the water made everything slick, warm, effortless. Her grip tightened gradually, stroking from base to tip in one long, languid pull that sent heat surging through him.

The sensation was exquisite, velvet-soft fingers, the gentle friction amplified by the heat, the subtle buoyancy of the water letting her move without resistance.

Sophie watched his face, attuned to every flicker of reaction. When his hips shifted involuntarily and a low groan escaped him, her lips curved in a small, knowing smile.

She adjusted her grip, thumb sweeping over the sensitive head on each upward stroke, then began to move faster, steady, rhythmic, building. The water sloshed softly around them with every motion of her hand.

Bruce leaned forward, unable to stay passive any longer. His mouth found her breast, lips closing warm and wet around one tight nipple.

He sucked gently at first, tongue flicking in slow circles, then harder, drawing the peak deeper. His free hand cupped her other breast, fingers teasing and rolling the nipple in time with his mouth.

Sophie’s head tipped back slightly, a soft moan spilling from her lips as pleasure rippled through her.

She didn’t slow her hand on him. If anything, she grew bolder, stroking faster, twisting lightly at the head, varying pressure until Bruce’s breath came in rougher bursts.

Each time he pulled harder at her breast, she answered with a firmer stroke; each time her thumb swept over that sensitive spot, he grazed his teeth lightly against her nipple, making her gasp and arch closer.

Their rhythm built together, his mouth and hands worshipping her breasts, her hand driving him higher.

She shifted her hips occasionally, grinding subtly against his thigh, chasing her own sparks of pleasure even as she focused on him.

Bruce’s free hand slid down her back, gripping the curve of her ass, pulling her tighter against him as the tension coiled hotter, tighter.

He switched breasts, giving the other the same devoted attention, slow licks, firm suction, gentle nips that made her moan his name under her breath.

Sophie’s strokes grew almost urgent now, slick and relentless, her grip perfect. Bruce’s hips lifted involuntarily into her hand, his groans muffled against her skin.

The pleasure crested suddenly, overwhelmingly.

Bruce pulled back just enough to press his forehead to hers, a low, ragged groan escaping as he came, thick pulses spilling into the water between them, wave after wave until his vision blurred at the edges and every muscle went loose with release.

Sophie slowed her hand gradually, drawing out the last shivers of pleasure until he stilled, breathing hard.

She stayed close, forehead against his, fingers still loosely curled around him as the aftershocks faded.

The steam drifted around them, the lavender scent lingering, the water lapping gently at their skin like it, too, was reluctant to let the moment end.

The steam drifted around them, thick and hazy, carrying the lingering sweetness of lavender as it mingled with the heat of their bodies.

The water lapped gently at their skin, small ripples echoing the quiet tremors between them, as if even the bath itself wanted to hold onto this moment forever.

Sophie’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she looked down at him, still catching her breath from what her hand had just done. She winked, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

“What do you think?” she murmured, voice low and husky, laced with satisfaction.

Bruce met her gaze, his own eyes dark with lingering pleasure and something deeper, adoration that went straight to her heart.

“You’re the best,” he said simply, voice rough, sincere.

Sophie’s smile softened, warmth blooming in her chest.

“Of course I am,” she whispered back, leaning in to brush her nose against his.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his sensitive tip one last time, drawing a sharp inhale from him, before she shifted.

She rose slowly from her straddling position, water cascading down her skin in shimmering trails. With deliberate care, she positioned herself above him again, reaching down to guide his thick, throbbing length to her entrance.

The head brushed against her slick folds, and she lowered herself just enough to take him in, slowly, inch by inch.

The moment the tip slipped inside, pleasure crashed over her like a wave. Her walls clenched instinctively around him, hot and wet and impossibly tight, and Sophie bit her lower lip hard to stifle the moan building in her throat. But it escaped anyway, a muffled, breathy sound that vibrated through the steamy air.

Bruce’s hands moved instantly, wrapping firmly around her sexy waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her hips.

He guided her down with gentle but insistent pressure, eyes locked on her face, watching every flicker of ecstasy.

“Fuck…” he groaned through gritted teeth as he sank deeper, her velvet heat enveloping him completely. Nothing compared to this, to Sophie, to the way her body welcomed him like she was made for him alone. Her tight walls gripped him perfectly, pulsing with every heartbeat, and the sensation was pure bliss.

Soon, he was fully sheathed inside her, the head pressing firmly against the entrance to her womb. A sharp wave of pleasure surged through Sophie, making her entire body tremble.

“Ahn~” she moaned softly, the sound sweet and broken as she dropped her head to rest on his broad, manly shoulder.

For a moment, she couldn’t move, just stayed there, impaled and overwhelmed, breathing ragged against his skin.

The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, locking her in place. But Bruce wasn’t content to let her do all the work, not when he could give her everything she needed.

His arms tightened around her waist, strong and steady, and he thrust upward to meet her, deep, powerful strokes that sent small waves splashing over the edge of the tub.