Doctor L

by Lilian Monroe

  He looks almost happy.

  Judging by his mood ever since he proposed to me, if you can call it a proposal, the last thing I would expect would be for him to be happy about this situation. But as we stand there, me on one side of him and Arthur on the other, he puts his arm around my back and it feels almost real.

  I mean, it is real, legally speaking. But the way he touches me, the way he moves is so relaxed and natural that I can’t help but feel like maybe this is something more than just a business deal.

  It’s not, I know it isn’t. But right now there’s something in the air between us that hasn’t been there before. Or maybe - there’s something in the air that’s disappeared. The tension, the animosity, the hatred. It’s gone. I take a deep breath and just hope that it’ll stay gone and the next three months will go by peacefully.

  I lean into Dave as we walk down the steps and I love how strong he feels next to me. His arm is on the small of my back, sending an electric thrill down through my spine and into my core. I try to ignore the excitement building in my centre as his hand presses into my back. I know the wetness is growing between my legs and I press myself a fraction of an inch closer to him.

  He slides his hand around my back and squeezes my waist gently. Another electric thrill goes through my spine, sending small shocks to every part of my body. My cheeks are flushed and it’s taking all my focus not to trip down these steps. It feels good to have his arm around me, to be close to him. As we walk towards the car, I imagine what it would feel like to have my skin pressed against his and to run my fingers over his muscles.

  As if he reads my mind, he squeezes my waist gently again and a small shiver goes through my body. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and it takes all my concentration to focus on walking and breathing. Every atom in my body is tuned in to what Dave is doing, where his hand is touching me, what he smells like and what he feels like walking next to me. I can’t focus on anything except him.

  The three of us head back to the house. As we drive up the long, winding driveway I look at the tall trees and the perfectly manicured lawn. It’s so different from what I’m used to. The house looks inviting, surrounded by gardens and greenery. An unfamiliar feeling wells up inside me: it feels like I’m coming home. I glance at Dave in the driver’s seat and watch as his shirt strains against his shoulders when he turns the steering wheel. I can still feel the places on my back and waist where his hand was, like he’s left a permanent mark on my body.

  There’s a deep, burning excitement inside me. My whole body is electric and nearly numb at the same time. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as the car comes to a stop, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Dave is beside me in an instant, closing the car door behind me and leading me around the car. His hand hovers near my back but doesn’t touch me and all I want to do is lean into him and feel the heat of his body next to mine.

  We walk around to the passenger’s side door and help Arthur out of the car. Arthur, always stubborn, waves us away.

  “You two must have some affairs to sort out, I can handle myself. I’m tired anyways, I’ll be in my room having a rest. Looks like I can’t even leave the house anymore without getting exhausted!” He laughs and I can see the deep tiredness in his eyes.

  “Ok Arthur,” I say, opening the front door for him. “Just call me if you need anything.”

  Arthur nods and heads into his bedroom. He stops at the door and turns towards us. His face is serious with a hint of a glimmer in his eyes. With a long pause, he looks at both Dave and I.

  “I don’t think I ever said congratulations,” he says solemnly. “I’m very happy for you.”

  “Thanks Pop,” Dave says from behind me. Arthur nods and I feel a lump forming in my throat. Why does it feel like he really means that? He knows we’re just getting married as a way to keep the house and money in the Langley family. It was him who brought it up to Dave! I nod back at him and Arthur enters his room, closing the door behind him. I hear Dave let out a sigh.

  “Alright, well, we’d better get the rest of the official stuff sorted.”

  “Sure,” I respond, and follow him to the office at the back of the house. I’m not really sure what other things there are to sort, but he doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for talking. He closes the door behind me and sits behind the big oak desk. I sit across from him on one of the plush chairs. He copies the marriage certificate and hands me the printed copy. After a few taps on his phone, he puts it down in front of him and looks at me across from him.

  “Money should be in your account by tomorrow,” he says.

  “Ok, great. Thanks,” I respond. He nods and I get up to go, folding the copy of the certificate in my hands. I get to the closed door and turn around, looking back at Dave. He’s sitting at the desk, looking like he’s lost in thought. I long to go over to him and stroke the side of his face, to ask him what he’s thinking about. I could just sit across his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his hair. It’s not my place, though so I stay rooted to the floor where I stand.

  “Dave,” I start. “Do you want to go grab a bite to eat together?”

  Am I asking him out on a date? Suddenly I feel as nervous as a schoolgirl. He glances up at me and once again I’m almost knocked back by the power of his stare. Without saying a word, he stands up and walks around the desk towards me. My heart starts beating violently in my chest and my breath gets shallow. His eyes don’t leave mine as he stalks towards me.

  He’s inches from me, his broad chest just in front of me. We stand motionless as the seconds tick by. I drag my eyes from his face down to his chest. My arms are almost trembling from anticipation, it’s all I can do to stop myself from running my hands all over his body. As soon as my eyes drop he reaches up and tucks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up towards me.

  Our eyes meet again. My heart is jumping out of my chest and I can’t find any words to speak. His finger travels from my chin along my jawline until he tangles his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, inhaling his spicy, manly scent as I lean towards him.

  It’s exhilarating being this close to him. Everything about him is intoxicating. The seconds crawl by as his hand grips the back of my head a little bit harder and finally I bring my own hand up to his chest. The second I touch him it sends a thrill through my body, an explosion of heat erupting from my fingertips to my core. I lean into him and let my hands roam up his chest and around his neck.

  I can’t think or speak or breathe as the space between us gets less and less. Then, the tension between us erupts as his lips touch mine. I feel like the floodgates have opened, letting a torrent of passion out of me. Fireworks explode in my chest as an electric current passes from him to me. His lips are soft yet insistent, and he grips the back of my head until our lips are crushed together.

  My hands claw at him, gripping his neck, his shoulders, his back, his hair. I can’t get close enough to him. He turns me around so my back is pressed up against the door. He presses his body into mine and I feel another flush of heat through my body. Our lips are still tangled together as his hands explore my body. I can hardly breathe or think or do anything except touch him and feel him and kiss him over and over and over. I never want this to end.

  Chapter 20 - Dave

  Her body is lithe and soft under my hands. It feels better than I ever could have imagined to run my hands up and down her body, to feel her tits pressed up against me and taste her supple lips. I couldn’t let her walk out of the office. She’s wearing that tight white dress and all I can think about is ripping it off her.

  I press her into the door and tear my lips away from hers, finding her neck and her earlobe, devouring her as my hands grip her waist, her hips, her ass. She grinds herself into me and I feel her hands grabbing onto my shoulders tightly.

  A moan slips out of her lips and my already hard cock gets even harder. It’s the sexiest sou
nd I’ve ever heard. It’s so quiet, almost a whisper in my ear as her body presses into me and I finally get to touch every part of her that I’ve been staring at for the past week.

  I know I shouldn’t be doing this but it feels too good. I press my body into hers a little bit harder and she makes that sound again. My fingers sink into the flesh at her hips and I hear my breath get ragged. This is almost too much for me. She tastes even better than she smells, and her body fits into mine like we were made for each other.

  I slip my hands around her back and feel that ass of hers, the ass that’s been taunting me from beneath her work uniform since I first laid eyes on her. I grip her ass and feel her grinding her body into me, and then in one smooth movement I lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms hook themselves around my neck.

  Turning around, I walk towards the desk. I can’t stop myself now, not that I want to. I place her down and crush my lips against hers. Her legs are still hooked around my waist, hiking her dress up around her hips. I reach down and feel her smooth skin from he knee up to her hip. My cock is straining against my pants as I lean down towards her. She wraps her legs around me tighter and I can feel the heat between them. I slip my finger between us and feel her soaked panties. I groan. There’s only a couple layers of fabric between the two of us.

  I run my fingers up and down her panties and she makes that sound again. The second that little whimper escapes her lips I know I’m done. I hook my fingers around the waistband of her panties and rip them down her legs. She gasps and our eyes meet. I can see the surprise in her face, underlaid by a deep desire.

  I feel it too. I want nothing more than to sink my cock deep inside her, to feel her walls gripping me tightly and have her wetness all over my cock. But as she looks at me, her surprise turns to pure lust as she bites her bottom lip seductively. I groan again and drop to my knees, placing her legs on my shoulders.

  I start near her knee, gently kissing her inner thigh. I can hear - no, I can feel - every breath as she breathes in and out. Her exhales are punctuated by soft moans that are driving me wild. My face is inches from her slit as I kiss my way closer and closer. I feel her trembling in front of me and I hook my arms up around her thighs. My hands grip her thighs and I spread them wider.

  She lets them fall open, leaning back on her elbows. My face hovers above her slit and I look up at her. Izzy’s mouth is half open, her eyes locked on me as she waits for me to taste her. She sighs.

  “Please,” she breathes.

  I don’t need to be asked twice. I dive into her, licking her slit in one smooth motion. My tongue finds her bud and I start circling it, gently at first and then faster, harder. I can feel her quivering with every movement I make.

  Her sounds, her movements, her taste, her smell. It’s driving me insane. My cock has never been this hard. I desperately want her. I want to sheathe myself in her and let her take me from tip to hilt and hear her moans get louder until she’s screaming for more. But when I feel her tremble I can’t stop tasting her.

  I’m not just tasting her, I’m devouring her. I’m licking and sucking and kissing and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I never knew I could enjoy a woman like this before. Her moans are louder as I lick her bud, moving my hand so my fingers are positioned at her opening.

  I keep lapping up her essence as my fingers tease her opening. And then I hear something even better than that first soft moan. She gasps loudly and then lets out a long, low moan. My cock pulses in my pants. Her thighs clench, her hips buck up towards me. I smile and dive my head deeper towards her, letting my fingers tease her opening around and around until her wetness is dripping out of her.

  “Dave,” she says, and then stops.

  “What?” I breathe, only lifting my head for a second.

  “Don’t tease me.”

  She’s breathless. Her eyes are closed and her back is arching. I can see her body trembling. She’s been tortured enough, I decide, and I slip two fingers inside her. I feel her body relax into the sensation and I groan as her walls grip down on my fingers. She’s slick with desire and I keep twirling my tongue all around her bud.

  I know the precum is beading at the tip of my cock, soaking my underwear but I don’t want to stop. Giving this woman pleasure is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I slip my fingers in and out and lick her clit until her back arches and her hips are bucking. Her thighs clench my shoulders.

  When I find that spot, that spot at the front of her pussy where the skin is a little bit rougher, when I find that little spot I feel her explode. She convulses and trembles under me, her walls clamp my fingers like I’ve never felt before and her wetness gushes out of her. She’s making the most amazing sounds I’ve ever heard, her breath is ragged and she’s saying my name and I don’t immediately realise that I’m moaning along with her.

  It’s not until her body goes limp that I lift my head and slowly slip my fingers out of her. She lifts her head up and opens her eyes. They’re half-closed, unfocused and cloudy. She brings a hand up and brushes the hair away from her face.

  She’s beautiful. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’ve just made her come. I lift myself up and lean over her, bringing my lips to hers. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. Our lips seem to know each other. They dance together and the thought of us both tasting her juices almost sends me over the edge. Her arms wrap around my neck and she lets out that moan again.

  “That was nice,” she says almost shyly.

  “Yeah,” I grin. “It was.”

  Chapter 21 - Izzy

  I can hardly think straight. All I know is that I haven’t felt like that in a long, long time. Possibly ever. Electric shocks are still emanating from my core, sending endless thrills to every part of my body. I breathe in deeply and sigh, letting my head fall backwards.

  Dave runs his fingers down my body, over my dress from my neck down my chest and stomach. He grabs both thighs and squeezes his fingers into my skin. I groan. His touch feels incredible. I look up at him and see the fire burning in his eyes. Sitting up, I reach for his pants. Slowly, painstakingly, I unbutton his pants and slide the zipper downwards. I can see his cock straining against his pants as I unfasten them.

  As soon as his pants slide down to the floor, his cock springs towards me. I wrap my fingers around it and inhale sharply at its size. It’s thick and straight, and it feels hot and smooth in my hand. I can feel my body aching for him. I need to feel him inside me.

  I stroke his shaft slowly, up and down, as I look up at him. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off as he watches me, so that he’s standing naked in front of me. I take my other hand and run it up his chest, feeling every ridge of his abdominal muscles as my hands explore his body. He places a large hand over mine and closes his eyes, groaning.

  “I want you, Dave,” I whisper. My whole body is tense, electric, quivering. I stroke his cock and feel the smooth skin in between my fingers and I feel my opening getting wetter. Without a word, Dave reaches down to his pants and pulls out a condom. The package crinkles as he opens it and I move my hand out of the way as he slides the condom over his rock hard cock.

  Leaning back on my elbows, my anticipation grows as I watch him grab the base of his shaft and position it between my legs. For the second time today, he teases me mercilessly. His cock pushes at my opening and he slides it out. I whimper, trying to move my hips towards him. He moves back a fraction of an inch and I feel the wetness dripping out of me. It’s too much to handle. I want him so badly. Dave looks at me and grins.

  “What do you want?” He growls.

  I look at his muscular body, from his head down to his throbbing cock and my heart thumps in my chest.

  “You,” I breathe. “I want you.”

  Dave grunts in response and finally pushes his cock inside me with one long thrust. I feel myself stretch around his girth and the feeling is indescribable. A moan escapes my lips and
all I can do is grab onto the desk and tilt my hips as I accept him inside me. His cock fills me completely and I feel him hitting the depths of my core. I reach up and grab onto his arm, sinking my nails into his skin as he slowly moves out of me. With a strong thrust, he dives his cock back into me and makes my back arch and my head fall back.

  The rest is a blur. I’m brought to the edge of ecstasy and kept there as our bodies intertwine, connected together in a way I’ve never felt before. My entire body is on edge. Every touch of his fingers sends sparks flying off my skin. Every thrust of his hips makes pleasure explode inside me.

  He looks at me like no one else in the world exists. No one else does, not right now. His skin is smooth, hot, hard as I grip onto him, as if I’m holding on for dear life. There’s no sound except our bodies colliding and the grunts and moans that escape our lips.

  I’m transported to another plane. My body is not my own. The pleasure that crashes through me is like a tidal wave, knocking me off my feet as I surrender to him. He plunges into me again and again and again until I’m screaming his name.

  I’m hurling off the edge into the abyss, his cock sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. Every nerve ending is screaming, every atom in my body is in tune to what he does, how he feels, how he smells, how he looks. I open my eyes as I come and our eyes lock. Nothing matters except my pleasure, his pleasure, our pleasure.

  I’m still coming when I feel his cock get harder. His movements get faster and he pushes himself into me deeper. With a grunt, he shudders and I feel him pump his seed into me. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world, and I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him close to me.

  He collapses onto the desk, leaning on his arms over me. We pant, breathless, and I close my eyes as the aftershocks of my orgasm fill my veins. He’s pulsing inside me, and my body is contracting in response. It feels like our bodies are completely in sync, like we’re connected in a way I’ve never felt before. I let out a sigh and Dave lifts himself up slightly, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.