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"Please Dr. Granville," you moan loudly, too lost in your pleasure to care for the noises coming out of your mouth. "More, I need - ah - I need more, please."
Even though your legs are wide open already, you try to spread them more, wriggling your hips. You let out a small sob. You can't endure this much longer. It's too much and yet not enough.
Your fingers fist around the sheet under you as you throw your head back, another filthy moan slipping past your lips when he rubs his fingers just the way you love it. He plays your body beautifully, always knowing how to make you feel so good.
Such a perfect sweet man.
His fingers pause just a second and you hear Dr. Granville takes a deep breath before returning to his task.
"Thank you," he clears his throat. "But I'm only doing my job."
You open your eyes, your vision blurry around the edges. You look up at him, a question in your eyes. What is he thanking you for? It's hard to focus with his fingers on your button and why is he thanking you - oh...Oh dear god.... You said it out loud.
You called him a perfect sweet man to his face.
Dear god.
You bite your lips, cursing yourself for your lack of self-control. He must realize at your face that you didn't intend to say these words because he gives you a reassuring smile, a spark in his eyes.
"Do not worry. It’s always good to hear that I'm good at it."
You nod. He is very, very good at it.
"You really are," you mutter.
These fingers have been haunting you for weeks now. Since that first appointment with him, it's the only thing you have been thinking about.
You have never experienced such pleasure before, and you feel ashamed to confess that you've become addicted to this. To him. Instead of calming that fire in your stomach, these appointments have only made it worst. The fantasies haunting you at night becoming more and more... unlady like.
At first you only thought about his fingers playing on your button. But it escalated quickly. Soon enough, your thoughts wandered on how his pretty red lips would feel down there. Then they wandered on his shaft. It was with a very warm face that you had thought about it. His length. His thickness. Inside you, filling you. The wetness between your thighs had never been more abundant than when you were fantasizing about him taking you.
"Ah!"
A swirl of his fingers pulls out another moan from your mouth. Your hips buckle of their own volition and your mouth hangs open when your movement makes his fingers slide just in front of your entrance.
"Yes! Yes, there please!" You hear yourself beg; your knuckles white around the sheet.
"I - I can't," he tries to protest.
"Please, I beg you... I need them - uhn - inside me."
"I'm sorry but I can't." He refuses you and yet his fingers are still in front of your entrance, grazing it, making you shiver and arch to his touch. "It's against the procedure and -"
"I - I won't tell I promise."
His eyes are locked on his own fingers, and you can feel him hesitate.
"Dr. Granville," you call him.
His eyes snap back to your face, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips tightened. He's so beautiful.
His gaze falls on your lips when you lick them.
"Please doctor. No one will know I swear,” you plead rather pathetically, but you’re too far gone to be bothered by it. “I need it...please."
He swallows dry and throws a quick glance at the door before looking back at your face and finally at his fingers. He hesitates a few more seconds before reaching a decision. You feel him puts one hand high on your left thigh, while two of his fingers slowly breach you.
"Oh God, good Lord... yes, yes, yes!"
You put your hand on your mouth, trying to muffle the moans crawling out of your throat when his fingers finally sink into you. The feeling is so much better than what you've dreamed of.
His fingers are so long, it feels like he's touching the very core of your body, touching that sweet spot that make your head spin. You hear Dr. Granville clears his throat before he pulls out his fingers to slide them back inside immediately, starting a slow but steady pace. You feel his other hand moving up your thigh to go on your button, giving it soft circles.
"ahh ah Doctor..." you whimper.
His caresses are setting your body ablaze, and you feel like you're about to combust at any moment. You notice with your eyes half closed that his gaze is fixed on your entrance.
Being the whole focus of his attention, especially when usually he never dares to look down too long, is fueling the fire in your stomach, making you shiver hard.
You feel him speeding up his pace, his fingers going deep inside you, a wave of pleasure overwhelming you as he gives ruthless motions on your button. The noises of his fingers breaching your wetness fill the room and the thought of his shaft filling you instead sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll back into the back of your head as you let out a silent cry.
You can feel yourself spamming around his digits, like your body never wants to let them go. He keeps moving his fingers until you fall back, exhausted but content, on the examination chair.
You're trying to catch your breath again as he slowly pulls out his fingers, making you whimper lowly at the lost. You look at him under your eyelashes while he wipes out his hands on a towel, your walls giving another pulse at the sight of them covered of your wetness.
Your eyes are drawn downwards, and you blush hard when you notice the tent of his pants. Obviously the.... treatment he gave you aroused him. Was it you or the procedure itself that excited him? Did he thought about filling you with something else when he pushed his fingers inside you?
"I hope I haven't hurt you." His voice is lower than usual, hoarse, and rough.
"No you didn't," you smile as he helps you pull your legs down. "Thank you doctor... For everything."
He nods, his eyes averting yours. He's such a shy one. His hands stay on your hips a few seconds, too long to be considered innocent. Then he pulls away, clearing his throat again.
"Same time, next week we say?"
A week seems impossible to wait when you already want his fingers back on you... and inside you.
"Yes doctor," you smile.
You can hardly wait for your next appointment.