Yes, Doctor

by Katy Connor

  She tosses her head side to side, legs spread-eagle as I make her come again with just two digits inside her.

  “Oh Tal…so good…so good…I…I…” Her words dissolve into raw groans as I withdraw my thumb—now coated in her release—from her pussy and roll it back and forth, side to side, over her clit.

  The tiny button is swollen with pleasure, and I give it my full attention, my middle finger still in her anus, stimulating the nerve endings inside her opening.

  She erupts again, her cries louder, her words less distinct. Nothing else matters at this moment but her body’s capacity to come. To climax.

  I continue to thumb her clit, to finger her anus, to suck on her nipple, until she trembles and whimpers my name.

  She’s ready for what I’ve planned next.

  Chapter Eleven

  BIA

  He straightens from the bed and strides to my bathroom. Panting, my whole body throbbing from what he’s just done to me, I watch him disappear through the door before closing my eyes and sucking in breath after deep breath.

  I try to string my thoughts together, to process the pleasure he’s giving me, but it’s impossible. I’m drunk on it, intoxicated. And yet I’m still wanting more.

  It’s not enough. I want him inside me. I want our bodies joined, our fluids, our cum.

  “Tell me where your vibrator is, beautiful.”

  His low voice opens my eyes. His words flood my pussy with liquid excitement.

  Oh God, can I survive this? “T-top drawer,” I whisper. “Window side of the…the bed.”

  My cheeks color. It’s insane. After everything we’ve done together, I’m blushing. What the hell?

  He chuckles, low and throaty. “Ah, my sexy woman, who told me to punish her, who asked me to fuck her ass with my finger, is blushing as she tells me where her vibrator is?”

  “It’s stupid,” I murmur, turning my head away.

  “No.” He draws my gaze back to his with a gentle but firm finger under my chin. “It’s beautiful.”

  Retrieving my vibrator from the drawer, he studies it for a few moments.

  Its long, thick, and anatomically correct, right down to the vein running up its length. The soft translucent silicon encases mechanics that include a band of fake pearls just below the rim of the cockhead. A legless rabbit branches out from the base, its “ears” long and erect. Until recently, those ears have given me the most intense, incredible orgasms of my life.

  And then I forgot to close my balcony door. I’ve never been happier to forget to do something.

  Turning back to me, his eyes alight with desire, Tal depresses a button.

  My vibrator comes to life in his hand, its low buzz growing more intense as he slides the button higher up the scale. The “rabbit’s” ears blur. My mouth goes dry remembering how much stimulation they’ll create vibrating against my clit.

  He moves his thumb to the other button and presses.

  The band of beads rotates around the cock, making the head and half the vibrator’s length wobble.

  I try not to whimper with anticipation and fail. His eyes slide to mine, and my sex contracts. How can just a look make me so horny?

  “You have no idea how much my dick throbs at the thought of this inside you,” he says, chest rising and falling with a steadying breath. “How fucking turned on I am by the thought of it.”

  I can’t answer. Words have left me. All I have are pants and whimpers.

  Turning my vibrator off again, he moves to the base of the bed, resting one knee on the mattress between my ankles, and slides his free hand up my inner thigh.

  Up. Up. Up. Until his fingers skim my pussy lips.

  “Tal. I’m so ready.”

  His gaze moves to the junction of my spread thighs. Can he see how ready I am? How wet I am? He turns it on, slow at first, and traces its tip up my thigh as he bends and licks my folds. He touches it to my clit, detonating a wave of pleasure in my core, and then slowly penetrates me with it, slowly, slowly, until it’s all the way in. And then, as I’m whimpering and clenching my fists, burning up with pleasure, he tilts it just enough to tease my clit with its ears.

  It’s so good. So…so…

  He increases the vibrator’s buzzing speed until I’m on the brink, until I’m squirming with impending release.

  “Don’t stop, Tal…”

  His focus is locked on my sex, on where the vibrator disappears into my body, his chest heaving, his nostrils flaring, and then he meets my eyes and slows the vibrator’s speed, withdrawing its length to the rim of its bulbous crown. “How many orgasms have you had with this thing, beautiful?” he asks.

  “I don’t…I don’t know. A lot.” So many.

  “How many do you think I can give you with it now?” He increases its speed, this time activating its rotating pearl beads, and penetrates me with it again.

  I gasp, rushing to the edge once more.

  And just as I’m about to fall over, just as I’m about to come, he withdraws it again, holding it at my entry for long seconds, before plunging it back inside, over and over, each time letting the rabbit ears linger for longer on my clit, until, overcome by pleasure, I come.

  But he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck me with the vibrator, varying its speed and its position inside me until I come again.

  “T-Tal…” I toss my head from side to side as I grip the pillow. “It’s…it’s too good…I can’t…”

  He slides its length back into me, turns up the speed to maximum, and captures my right nipple with his mouth, sucking hard.

  Holy fuck, I come again, so hard, so powerfully, swirls of colored light fill my vision.

  He pulls the vibrator from me, shuts it off, and replaces it with his tongue.

  “Oh my God, Tal…” My voice is barely a voice. Instead, the words, his name, leave me on a shaky breath. “It’s so… I want…need…inside me…you…inside…me…”

  I hear his belt unbuckle as he fucks me with his tongue. I’m hyperventilating. It’s too good. Too much. And I don’t want him to stop.

  But he does, long enough to strip his pants off, and then he yanks my knees high and buries himself deep in my pussy.

  Yes. Yes.

  He pumps into me, our eyes locked, our breath mingling, our tongues mating, and when I come again, he erupts with me.

  It’s the most exquisite, perfect connection. Our release, at the same time.

  We ride it together, still gazing into each other’s eyes, until our movements slow and he slumps onto me. I can feel his heart pounding like a wild cannon against my breast, and I let out a soft chuckle against his temple. “Is that all you’ve got?”

  He moans out his own chuckle, lifts his head, and rests his weight on his elbows. “Give me a few minutes.”

  The smug confidence and sated blaze in his eyes make me blush. I have no doubt he’s being factual. “I’m insatiable for you, beautiful,” he murmurs, as if to emphasize what I see in his face, feel in his body.

  “I’m glad.” My cheeks grow warmer. “I feel the same about you.”

  He grins, feathering his fingertips over my temples. “That’s convenient for us both, then.”

  I love him.

  I study him, searching his eyes.

  I’ve spent so many years of my life dealing with dicks like Donny, predators only interested in me for my mother’s money. Who wouldn’t want a piece of the Jacinta Malone fortune? Who wouldn’t want to marry the only daughter of the wealthiest woman in the country? A property tycoon who could own anything she wants, and has the power and influence and ruthless, callous morals to do just that?

  And yet I can see the truth in Tal’s eyes.

  He loves me for me.

  It’s the most incredible rush of them all.

  Dropping my gaze to his lips, I let a small smile curl mine. “You really don’t care, do you.”

  A small frown tugs at his eyebrows. “About what?”

  “About who I am, my mother…” My st
omach clenches a little. “Donny…”

  “Beautiful,” he whispers, “I fell in lust with you when I thought you were just a shy but insanely sexy animal-shelter worker. I fell in love with you somewhere between the third time we made love and the first time you tried to explain the politics of Game of Thrones to me. You drive me wild. I want to destroy any man who looks at you. I want you by my side so I can show off to everyone that the most beautiful, wonderful woman God ever created is mine.”

  Oh boy. I let out a soft sigh. As an answer goes, it’s pretty good. “For a surgeon, you really have a way with words, Tallowwood.”

  He smiles. “What about these words: marry me?”

  My heart stops. And then pounds into crazy life again. “How’s next week sound?”

  He laughs, the sound low and wonderful and happy. “It sounds perfect.”

  A slow smile plays with my lips. “On one condition.”

  “A pre-nup?” he says. “I’ll sign it because I don’t give a rat’s ass about your money. I only want you.”

  I squeeze his spent cock with my inner muscles. “No. No pre-nup.”

  Another frown knits his eyebrows. “Then what?”

  “You have to make me come four more times before sun-up.”

  Hot hunger flares in his dark eyes, and he grins. “Only four?”

  My pussy contracts. “I didn’t want to be greedy.”

  “Beautiful.” He smooths one hand down to capture my breast. “When it comes to giving you pleasure, I’m the greediest man on the planet. Ready?”

  I trace the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. Oh yeah, this is going to be amazing. “Ready.”

  “Four orgasms, coming right up.” He lowers his head, takes my nipple into his mouth, and sucks.

  Epilogue

  TAL

  Twelve months later

  Our one-year anniversary. I decide I need to spoil her.

  She’s been very emotional lately. Her mother’s unwell, and she’s been spending a lot of time flying between Colorado and San Francisco. Every time she boards the private jet owned by her mother, I have to tell myself not to run after her. I never thought I would be a needy man until Bia stole my heart, but when it comes to her, any length of time away from her is like a physical pain gnawing at my soul.

  Her mother thinks I’m amazing. I don’t know what Bia has told her about how we came to be together, but every time Jacinta talks to me she thanks me for saving Bia from Donald.

  Twelve months of Bia being my wife, and I wake up each morning still feeling like I’ve been given a gift. A wonderful gift I can’t believe I deserve.

  To celebrate those twelve months, I intend to give her the most precious gift I can.

  I’ve bought twelve thousand acres of untouched land in the mountains behind Hardrock in her name and have established it as a wild animal reserve; a place where no hunter is allowed to go.

  A place where animals will be free from the threat of guns and arrows and death by man’s hand.

  I’ve packed a picnic lunch—roasted chicken, tossed green salad, freshly baked bread rolls, and individual chocolate cheesecakes (her favorite dessert)—and a bottle of Cristal. Plus another little surprise. For later.

  Lying beside her in our bed—our bed, I’ll never tire of that—I run my gaze over her sleeping face. She’s even more beautiful now than she was when I first saw her eighteen months ago. How’s that even possible? Love?

  A year ago, I would’ve scoffed at the notion of love being responsible for physical condition and appearance. But love has made Bia more beautiful.

  “Are you watching me while I sleep again?”

  I smile at her whispered question, my pulse pounding as she opens her eyes, her own smile playful. “I am,” I confess. Smoothing my hand up her body, from her hip, over her belly, up her rib, to her breast, I press a soft kiss to the curve of her shoulder. “It’s your fault. You’re too perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

  She lets out a husky chuckle and rolls her eyes. “I don’t feel perfect. I feel…tired.”

  “Too much sex?” I hide my concern. It’s not the first time she’s mentioned she feels tired. Perhaps I need to give her a complete medical check-up?

  “Never too much sex,” she disagrees, moving to flatten me on the bed and straddle my hips.

  Her pussy slicks against my rigid morning wood, and I let out a raw groan. I skim my hands up her waist to her breasts. They are even more glorious than usual, full and round and heavy. And her nipples seem darker, drawing my attention.

  I bend at the waist, take one with my mouth, and suck.

  “Oh yes…” she moans. “I like this anniversary present a lot.”

  Lifting my head, I nip at her lips. “This is only the beginning. I have a surprise planned for you for lunch.”

  “More sex?” She laughs. “Exactly what I want.”

  I return my mouth to her nipple, palming her breasts closer together so I can waste not even a second moving between the two of them.

  She arches on me, grinding her pussy to my cock. All it would take is for me to roll my hips in such a way and I’d be buried deep in her hot, wet heat, but I don’t. I want to make her come by sucking on her tits first. It’s one of my favorite ways to get her off, one of my favorite forms of foreplay with her.

  I feast on one nipple until she begins to squirm and beg for me to fuck her, and then move to the other one, doing the same.

  Her juices wet my cock and sac and turn the air heavy with the scent of pleasure. Her pleasure.

  She comes, and I slip a hand between our bodies to stimulate her clit, propelling her into a second orgasm.

  “Oh yeah,” she moans, fingernails digging into my chest. Another thing I’ve noticed: just recently, her nails are harder. The pain she causes in my body when she scores my skin with them during sex is one of the most incredible and exquisite sensations I’ve experienced.

  She slides off my hips and slumps across the bed, one thigh still draped over mine, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid. “Only two?” I ask, fingering her pussy lips gently before feathering my fingertips over her anus.

  Shaking her head against the mattress, she opens her eyes and gazes at me. “That was incredible, but I feel…”

  For a second, panic fills her face, and then, arms and legs flailing and breasts bouncing, she abruptly scrambles from the bed and bolts for our bathroom.

  “Bia?” Chest clamping tight, I rush after her.

  Just in time to hear her empty the contents of her stomach into our toilet.

  Stepping into the bathroom, I find her standing at the basin, gripping its edge, her breath shaky. She looks at me, face pale, and yet still somehow almost ethereal in its beauty.

  “I feel…weird,” she whispers before rinsing her mouth with fresh water from the tap.

  I study her. Take her all in. Standing there naked before me.

  Her hair is more lustrous than normal. Her skin seems to somehow glow. Her breasts are full and ripe, and her belly is…is…

  My heart smashes into my throat, and something close to euphoric joy rushes through me. “May I ask a question, beautiful?”

  She grunts. “I’m not feeling very beautiful,” she answers, a grumpiness to her voice. “But sure. What is it?”

  Leaning my shoulder against the bathroom door, I smile. “When did you last have your period?”

  A frown pulls at her forehead, and she looks at me in the reflection of the mirror. “I don’t know. I’ve been a bit preoccupied, what with Mom and…”

  Realization dawns on her face, like the sun breaking through a heavy cloud. She blinks, and then turns, no longer looking at me via the mirror, but with direct eye contact. Her eyes widen, and she lifts shaky hands to her lips. “Oh my God, Tal,” she breathes. “I think… I think I’m…”

  “Pregnant,” I finish for her.

  Her hands flutter to her stomach, a tad more curved than normal, and a smile stretches her lips. “A baby?”

/>   I swoop in, collect her in my arms, and capture her lips with mine. I kiss her. Worship her mouth, my hand moving to the new curve of her belly, my heart thumping fast.

  And when I finally pull away, I can’t help but smile at the tears in her eyes and the smile on her face. “Bia Bernadi,” I whisper, gently rubbing my palm over her stomach, “I think you have my baby growing in your womb.”

  She blinks again and starts to tremble. “Holy crap. Tal, I’m so happy. I’m so… I’m…I’m… Are you happy? Are you—”

  “Oh, beautiful,” I say, smoothing my hand over her stomach once more. “You have no idea how happy I am.”

  She closes her eyes and nudges her forehead to mine. “This is the best anniversary present ever.”

  I chuckle. “It is.” Even better than the acres. And the brand-new vibrator I was going to make her come with on the picnic blanket after we’d eaten there.

  She beams at me, and then freezes, consternation filling her face. “Does this mean we have to stop having so much sex?”

  Slowly, I slide my hand down her curved stomach to her pussy and stroke my fingertip over her clit. “One of the best preparations for childbirth is orgasms,” I tell her. “Lots of multiple orgasms. Daily multiple orgasms.”

  She arches an eyebrow at me, even as her smile stretches wider. “Really?”

  I nod.

  “In that case,” she says as she closes her hand around my wrist and directs my fingers deep into her wet pussy, “you need to make me come over and over again. It’s doctor’s orders.”

  I get right to it.

  When it comes to my woman, I will do anything and everything she asks.

  …