by Zoey Oliver
“Well, you know chickens have salmonella, right? And possums have herpes? Or is it leprosy?”
He looms closer, gradually corralling me toward the bed.
“That’s armadillos, and there are no armadillos in the petting zoo,” he says calmly.
“Sturgill, sweetheart, I really don’t have time for this,” I tell him in an apologetic rush. “I have a million things to—”
“Hush now,” he says in my ear, sending chills down my body. I feel his fingers undoing each button of my dress, sliding it from my shoulders.
“Wait, I left Didi alone with the—”
“Don’t worry,” he counters.
And even though I want to continue worrying, I can’t. He says the words to me and it’s like a command in a computer program. I can almost hear the worry leaving my muscles as I slump backward, letting him lay me sideways across the bed. It doesn’t even bother me that the bed was already made, and I am messing up the sheets right now.
“I’m not worried, it’s just—”
And then I can’t continue, because he takes my breath away. Pushing my thighs open, he slides his hand between them, dragging his finger inside my panties, instantly turning my whole body on like a Christmas tree.
His lips are tender but determined, drawing the words away from me with each sweet kiss. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist. I let him undress me completely, sliding my panties over my knees and dropping them to the floor.
“Excellent,” he breathes encouragingly. “Now just relax.”
The whole world falls away, crumpling like powdered sugar as he drops kiss after kiss, finding a path from my collarbone to my navel. Shivers race across my skin. My legs fall open as his mouth finds my sex and he begins to tease me, draping my thighs over his shoulders.
I know there is no sense in fighting him. He has trained my body so well now, I can only obey his commands. If he needs me to relax, I am going to relax. If he needs me to lie here and let him lavish my body with his attention, that’s exactly what I'll do.
We gave up the vibrator a long time ago. All I need is Sturgill. He gives me what he can give no one else: absolute devotion.
His tongue is hot and quick, fluttering over my sex, probing me gently. My hips churn slightly, eager for more. More of him, more pressure, more of everything.
The sensations overtake me, crashing over me like a wave in the ocean. Warm and salty. Irresistible. I hear him groan with satisfaction as his hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer to his loving mouth.
The climax builds inside of me, swelling like a firework just about to go off when he suddenly retreats, shifting his body on the side of the bed. I am momentarily weightless as he picks me up and turns me over, laying me down flat with my hips in the air. I submit completely, helpless as a doll, trusting and happy. He slides inside of me, taking me in one long, tentative thrust. Burying his body inside mine up to the hilt, we rock together, each giving the other exactly what we need to find that magical connection, that space without words of explanation, something that is both science—I am sure—and magic—I am even more sure.
It’s only us, just this moment for us as I pulse and quake beneath his weight, taking every inch of his throbbing manhood, opening myself to swallow him up. His fingers slide over my skin, pinching and kneading me in all my sensitive spaces until I am overwhelmed with sensation, past the point of no return.
As always, we climax together, our bodies working as a single body, achieving that perfect union that I could have only ever dreamed about before.
Panting, his weight almost crushes me before Sturgill leans slightly to the side, kissing the back of my neck lazily, our musk filling the air.
“See?” he whispers. “See how good it is when you let somebody else take the reins for a minute?”
“It’s very good,” I agree sleepily, forgetting all about my to-do list. “Very, very good.”
“You taste even sweeter every day,” he sighs, gathering me in his strong arms and crushing me to him. “I don’t think I could ever tire of tasting you.”
“Sweeter, you say?” I ask, smiling. “Do I taste different, maybe?”
After a pause, he picks his head up and leans forward, shifting our bodies so that I can meet his clear, green eyes. A lock of his hair brushes the tops of his eyebrows as he inspects me, looking at my eyes, his fingers checking my pulse.
“Are you examining me?” I ask.
Smiling, he sits up. The morning light that lances through the window bathes him in a gold haze, and I catch my lips between my teeth, fighting to keep from moaning. I could just eat him up, he is so beautiful. Broad shoulders, strong muscles, and solid. Just like a man should be. Practically made of granite, yet soft for me. And hard for me.
“Your nipples…” he begins, then twists his mouth in a sideways grin.
“Yes?” I ask innocently as I arch my back for him. “What about them?”
There is a gleam in his eyes as he leans forward, taking a mouthful of my right breast, sucking noisily at it.
“Sturgill!” I laugh, pushing his shoulders as he sucks even harder. “That’s enough! I give!”
Finally he releases me with a noisy pop, letting my breast jiggle as it settles back into place.
“I just want to get as much of you as I can before they get too sensitive,” he grins.
I smile, because I know he knows. Of course he does. He knows everything about me. I am sure that he subconsciously knew I was pregnant again probably before I did.
“So you’re happy?” I ask him carefully. “It’s not too soon?”
His arms close around me, cradling me in his strength. I’m weightless and buoyant as he picks me up and holds me close, keeping me where not even gravity can get to me.
“Joanna, you never need to worry about a thing. This is the best news you could ever give me. I’m as happy as a man ever can be.”
Extended Epilogue
Sturgill
I smile at Mrs. Hetherington, who is clearly hoping for me to offer her the lady treatment.
“I’m sorry to say I don’t do those anymore.” I ruffle some papers into her file, not really wanting to see her reaction.
“You don’t? Oh I’m sorry,” she answers, sounding flustered. “I just thought since I’m…”
I let her trail off without jumping in to fill in an answer. A regular? A client of your father’s? Whatever she was going to say, I don’t need to change my policy. I just can’t do it anymore. Somehow, since Joanna and me, it doesn’t feel right, no matter how dispassionate I am about it and how much I believe in the necessity of it. Women need to have release—everyone does. But for men, they’ve got that thing in hand since they’re little. But now, all my ministrations of those kind are for Joanna and Joanna alone.
And besides, patients have options.
“Yes, I understand Mrs. Hetherington,” I say warmly. “That’s why I have a new line of devices where you can take care of such matters in the privacy of your own home.” I turn toward the front. “Jen,” I call. “Can you please show Mrs. Hetherington the new line?”
“Absolutely,” I hear. “Give me one sec and I’ll be right there.”
Her crow’s-feet crinkle a little more in a doubtful expression, but I assure her I’ve designed these things, and I am certain that they work.
“You’re not obligated to buy anything of course, but just know it’s here if you need it. Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mrs. Hetherington?” I ask as I close her file.
“No, thank you, Dr. Stu… Dr. Warner,” she smiles, and for a second I wonder if she were about to say Sturgill or Stud. Either way, she’s going to have to learn a new name for her doctor. It’s the twenty-first century, and even our small town has to move into it at some point.
Besides, the devices continue to make us a tidy profit, which I have donated to the foundation in Costa Rica. Sometimes I can imagine that I hear the whole town buzzing when it hits five fifteen in the eveni
ng and I know that it’s doing a lot of good for everyone. Plus, the online sales from DrStud.com are going to make us able to do even more. Joanna made me use that name. She laughed and laughed, but told me it would get press and that would help. So I did, and she was right. I even was on Ellen recently, talking about how sexual health is important and vital to overall health. And Ellen was all over helping kids with cleft palates smile again, so I expect that we’re going to be able to donate even more.
It feels good to make that happen, because at this point I just can’t bear to leave my family no matter how much the people in Costa Rica could use another doctor. Since the money pays for a lot of surgeons and soon we’ll have a real clinic built, that makes me feel better about staying put in Willowdale. Now that little Ava has been born, I’m the happiest when I’m sitting home with my beautiful family.
“Jen. I’m going to head out. You doing okay?” I ask as I peek in to see Mrs. Hetherington with an armload of boxes of our products. Her cheeks grow red when I wink at her.
“Yep, it’s all under control,” Jen says with a smile. “I’ll close up. Go home to your family!”
Luckily, Jen is no longer on the prowl. She apparently met someone at the art gallery, and after a few weeks they hit it off. She’s been a lot easier to work with ever since. Goes to show you how important it is for a person to have romance in his or her life.
Speaking of which, I can’t wait to be with my love.
When I finally make it home, Joanna greets me at the door with Ava in her arms and a smear of baby food on her cheek.
“Is there chocolate pudding on my face again?” she asks when she sees the look in my eyes.
“I hope it’s chocolate pudding,” I grin. I hug her and give it a loud sniff. “Yes, phew, chocolate pudding.”
She laughs and kisses me and we walk into the house, the house that had so many memories and the place where we are making more.
Deleted Scene
I look Sturgill in the eyes, challenging him. “How many do you think you can make me have?" I turn around and flip the back of my skirt up to expose my thong, and he growls and comes after me.
“Do you really want to find out?” he asks as he sweeps me into his arms and carries me up the big wooden stairs to the bedroom.
“You bet I do,” I grin at him. “In fact, it’s all I want to know.”
“You might regret that, little girl,” he says and lies on top of me, lifting his chin and looking into my eyes with that hungry expression that always turns me on.
“Make me,” I say, and he starts kissing down my neck, his stubble deliciously scratching me, sending tingles straight to my core. His strong, sensitive doctor’s fingers slide down my sides and then slide under my top, until he pulls it over my head, baring my bra.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he groans as he falls onto my breasts, kissing and nibbling his way from one nipple across to the other. I squirm under his expert hands as they earn a small squeal from me. Building anticipation, he kisses a trail down to my hips, teasing my pussy as he circles it.
“Come on, give it to me,” I finally cry out, unable to stand the way he tantalizes me, wanting him so much. “I need it.”
His grin is wicked. “Patience, Joanna. I’ll get there when I get there. Don’t rush me.”
I pull the pillow over my face for a moment as I groan with frustration, then push it away. “You’re a cruel man!”
“I was wondering if you would notice,” he jokes and then gives me one swipe of his tongue over my clit, making me gasp, before he slowly kisses down my thigh. I try to move, to get in the way of that glorious mouth of his to encourage him to give me what I want. His eyes flash at me before he pulls himself up by my side, kissing me deeply.
“Sturgill, you torturer,” I say.
“Well, you did want to see how many you could have, right?” he answers as his fingers stroke my thighs and then begin to stroke the outside of my pussy, and I groan.
“Yeah…” I breathe.
“You’ll have more if you trust me.”
“Yes, Doctor,” I say and he’s the one who moans.
He’s back between my legs and his tongue moves over my tender folds, and I weave my fingers through his hair as I try to guide him where I want him. He obliges now, allowing me to feel his tongue lick me as he moves his finger in and out of my channel. I’m sopping as he massages my G-spot, feeling the tension build and build until I can’t hold off anymore. Just as I’m about to come he licks the length of my crack, tickling my holes until I squirt nectar.
He rides my bucking hips and keeps me coming as one orgasm turns into another and another, letting them send shockwaves through my body. When he swirls his tongue around my hole as he fingers my pussy, it’s almost like I can’t breathe. I see stars as my body tries to process the sensation, and when the tension finally breaks I come again, this time even more intensely.
“I think you’re going to kill me,” I finally gasp as the last one ebbs away and Sturgill looks at me.
“Well, if I do, I can probably resuscitate you as well,” he smiles, scooting up beside me. I can feel his erection against my leg as he snuggles close.
“The benefits of being with a doctor,” I say, rolling to face him. When I do, he grasps my hips and pulls me closer, and reflexively I wrap my leg around his, bringing his sex in line with mine.
“You sure you can take another round?” he says as his hips begin to rock.
“Are you kidding? I need you inside me after all of that,” I say, sliding him deep into my core.
On our sides we begin to find a rhythm, and looking into his blue eyes as he thrusts into me I feel like I can see forever. A forever with him that is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. A forever with a man who loves me, who takes care of me, and who wants me to be his forever.
It starts to build again , a whole-body sensation as we lock together and undulate.
“Are you going to come again?” he whispers. “How many is that?”
“It’s almost like I haven’t stopped,” I whisper back. And he smiles, rolls me over onto my back, and thrusts until we begin to shudder together. We come in time, in tune with each other. Perfectly.
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