Doctor Clause (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter Twelve

Leeona

The feeling of facing the unknown, of trying something for the first time was a thrill—a pure shot of adrenaline administered directly into the bloodstream.

Her breath was hot and heavy.

Her chest was beating faster than ever.

She’d already learned so much. There were mega-sensitive areas of the body that were quick to respond to the touch.

The neck.

The mouth.

The tongue.

The lips.

Nipples.

The entire area between her legs.

That was only the beginning of the list. There were many places which hadn’t even been tested yet. A deep curiosity about sexual sensations was growing within her. The blindfold she wore, up until that point, had been ripped off and a lifetime of unfulfilled needs were finally being met. A doorway leading to new pleasures swung wide open and nothing was going to shut it again.

This wasn’t about escaping reality. It was making what was real better.

His tongue on her lips, in her mouth, turned every part of her body into an erogenous zone. The taste wasn’t enough to satisfy. It wasn’t the full seven-course meal she wanted. For that, she needed to order the works.

“Please!” she begged, panting. “I want to feel you touching me.” The stage was set. There was no going back, not that she wanted to.

His hands were on her, gently teasing their way across less sensitive spots, mocking the ones crying out for attention. The roughness of the lace scratched against delicate bits.

Pain.

Pleasure.

The lines blurred between the two.

His fingers were gentle. The caress was light.

Nipples stood at attention; the material of her undergarment causing extreme friction. There was no padding in this particular ensemble to take the edge off.

The push.

The pull.

It all made her even more aware of his finger circling her breasts, searching out small holes in the fabric and slowly making them bigger.

Rip!

The tip of one tit was freed. The other remained a prisoner.

The second kiss was as delightful as the first; his mouth surrounding the newly exposed area of her breast.

Tongue flicked.

Lips sucked.

Every nerve in her body stood at attention, awaiting further instruction. He was her teacher, her lover, and so much more.

“Do you like that?” he asked, bedroom eyes glistening in the dimmed light. “It’s important for you to tell me if you enjoy what I am doing, or if it is too much.”

“Shut up,” she demanded. “Keep going.” She was on the verge of climax from just nipple play, something she never believed possible before. The lace top lifted, kisses lining her midsection as she finished removing the top.

“You taste delightful,” he said, warm breath tickling exposed skin. “I could devour you all night long.” He paused, playfully staring into her eyes as he took a nipple in his mouth, tongue gently rolling over and around before coming up for air again. This time he pushed her breasts together, sucking on both at the same time, sensitive tips rubbing against one another as well as having the sensation of his fluttering tongue.

“Oh!” she moaned, her body stiffening, desperately trying to rub against him.

“Not yet,” he said in a deep gruff voice. “Come for me.”

Thighs rubbed together. The bottom part of her still had the lace panties to take full advantage of, moving back and forth, pressing against the material.

“Yes!” she screamed, body stiffening, before releasing a tidal wave, leaving her dripping wet. This one was even more intense than the one brought about by masturbation.

“Careful,” he said, catching her just as wobbly knees buckled. “Let’s take this in the other room.” He chuckled softly. “You may need to lie down for the next part.”

“Next part?” she huffed, still breathless. “There’s more?”

“Much.” He fired off a playful wink. “We are only just beginning.”

Love-making sessions that lasted for hours were tall tales made up by men lacking confidence, at least that was what she always believed. Even in his arms, heading for the bedroom, it was hard to imagine. Her body was on a full stimulation overload. Even the slightest graze was too much to handle.

“Don’t worry,” he said, nodding to her breasts as if reading her mind. “I won’t be touching them for a while.”

Her body bounced on the mattress. He slowly crawled over her, shirtless, pants unzipped to release the pressure. A pink tongue traced around her belly button before heading farther down. “Are you okay? Tell me how you feel.”

“I-I-I,” her voice stuttered, trembling. “I want more.” Instantly, her body was eager for his touch again, wanting that second coming.

The tip of his tongue lapped up the juices on the side of her thighs before gently tracing around her other lips, as if preparing for a long kiss.

“Ah!” she panted. “Ooo. Mmm.” Her body wiggled against the motions of his tongue, excitement steadily building. Then it darted inside, moving in and out a few times before settling on playing with her sensitive nub.

This wave took less time to peak than the previous one had. The lashing of a relentless tongue kept the momentum going until her limbs trembled from the power of her convulsions.

He sat back on his heels, towering over her. “See, you can do it.”

Rip!

A condom?

He was masterful in the way it glided over his shaft. That part was undeniable. Sex wasn’t exactly on her mind though. Sleep was.

“You don’t want to?”

A different sort of wave rushed over her—guilt. He’d done nothing but pleasure her all evening, despite this encounter being about his fantasies.

“Can I?” she asked. “Won’t I be dry after all that?”

He shook his head. “You’ve only had two orgasms this evening.”

“How many do you expect me to have?” she asked.

“Women can have upward of twenty in a single encounter,” he said.

“Twenty?!” she exclaimed. “I thought we were starting slow.”

“We are,” he chuckled, slowly crawling back across her. “I thought we’d aim for four.” His mouth swallowed her words before they formed. By the time they came up for air, she’d forgotten what they were. “Are you going to make me beg?”

Instinctively, her legs circled around his waist, drawing him near and leaving his penis poised to enter her. The heat was already building again, albeit touching overstimulated erogenous zones wasn’t fuelling the fire. This was a different type of stimulation born from the desire to please.

The tip sat at her entrance, not moving. The sheer restless feeling created a new form of longing, pushing all the right buttons. Her ass wiggled underneath him, but he kept the same distance between them.

“What?” he asked, smirking.

“Stop teasing me,” she whispered back.

“But teasing is what makes this part fun,” he replied, lining her neck with a necklace of delicate kisses. “The more I wait, the more you want it.”

“I already want it,” she said, chest heaving up and down from breathlessness.

A slight push, and even more of him was inside her. Her lower half squirmed, trying to do the work for him. The reward was another slight push.

“Isn’t it driving you crazy?” she asked.

“I told you,” he replied. “I like to watch. I enjoy seeing you want more.”

“I can’t take it!” she exclaimed, teeth grating over her bottom lip. “Please. Take me. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

As if on cue, he put force behind a pelvic thrust, balls smacking against her ass. He pulled out all the way again, before going for a second balls-deep entry. The pace picked up. Heat building from the friction.

“Oh!” she moaned, watching the expression on his face change as he neared climax. “Yes! Harder! Harder!” Her body stiffened in uncontrollable spasms, the feeling of his climax driving her over the edge.

They’d done it! They’d actually had sex!

“Drink this.” A glass of water returned with him from the bathroom. “You need the fluids.”

She took a sip, wetting her lips.

“More,” he insisted, rolling on another condom.

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning to place the glass on a nightstand.

The opportunity wasn’t lost. He embraced her from behind, whispering gently in one ear ,“I said four. By my count you are only at three.”

She gasped. “You can’t be serious. My lady parts are all too stimulated to take anymore.” She chuckled nervously.

“Not all.” The bedroom voice was back. “I can think of a place I haven’t touched yet.” Fingers traced her ass, sliding between the crack of her butt to a never yet explored jewel. Her body reacted with an immediate twitch of excitement. “Can I?”

Curiosity took the better of her. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Were the sensations different from everything she’d felt so far?

“If you want me to stop...”

“No,” she blurted out. “I want to try. I’m a bit nervous though.”

“I can tell,” he said, the tip of a finger pushing its way inside, pressure building “You need to fully relax. If you tense up, it will hurt.”

She nodded.

“I’m going to use some lubricant.” His hand moved away, coming back a moment later. This time the pressure was less, a single finger gliding in and out easily. “Do you like that?”

“Mmm,” she groaned, albeit not fully convinced. It felt good, but any thicker and there was bound to be pain involved.

“We’ll take it slow,” he said, adding a second finger to the one already probing inside her. “Don’t clench.”

It was hard not to. This new sensation was intense. There was discomfort. There was pleasure. There was an anticipation growing as to what his dick would feel like.

“I won’t go any further until you are ready,” he said.

“I am,” she blurted out. She wanted to explore all the possibilities. This was one of them. “I want to try.”

More lube went inside, preparing for the main event. This time it wasn’t about teasing. This time he went slow to cause as little pain as possible.

Burning.

He slid in and out, building speed, her butt sucking his cock with every thrust. Her fingers grabbed handfuls of sheets, holding on as he took her completely. The feeling of his release brought a new sensation. Every spasm erupting inside her was felt, sending her over the edge. Intense waves of deep pleasure made their way throughout even the deepest recesses of her core. Full body orgasms were different creatures from the other types she’d experienced.

He pulled out, heading straight to the bathroom.

“Ow!” Even rolling over hurt.

“Are you okay?” he asked, returning. “Did I get a little too rough with your body?”

“No,” she said, huffing. “I liked it. Will it hurt this much every time?”

He sat on the bed beside her, pulling open a drawer. “Try using this for a while?”

“What is it?” she asked.

“A butt plug,” he answered. “It’ll help stretch things a bit.”

“I guess I have some homework,” she mused. A moment later, all the strength from her body was gone. Sleep came for her.