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‘I’ll be gentle.’ My hand slips from her back as she shifts suddenly. ‘I promise.’

My breath catches as she twists and throws her leg over my lap, straddling my upper thighs. She’s glorious, her tits high and firm, her nipples mocha-lite, her shoulders back, her hair falling over them like a swathe of dark silk.

Fuck, I’m a dead man.

I slip my hands onto her naked ass. ‘No need for gentle. It’s kinda robust.’

She slides her hands over mine, which thrusts her tits out perfectly, and I want to curl up and suck each one into my mouth, but she removes my hands from her butt and places them palm down on the floor beside me.

She smiles like suddenly she’s found her inner dominatrix and says, ‘How about you let the doctor be the judge of that?’

Her fingers grasp the button above my fly and pop it – efficient and detached. They reach for the zip next, brushing against my cock, which bucks at the stimulus. If it’s deliberate,she doesn’t indicate, and the tension in my dick reaches screaming point.

My zip comes down.

There’s no tease, no seduction in her movements; it’s methodical, as if I’m just another patient and this is just another examination. But her thighs are straddling me, and she’s naked, and her tits are swaying, and I can hear the roughness of her breathing.

Christ, I could come from that clinical look in her eyes alone. And when she reaches inside my underwear and pulls out my cock, I seriously almost do. Everything from my inner thighs to my buttocks to my belly button clenches tight.

‘Oh yes.’ She stares at it, eyes wide, a dull flush to her cheeks. Her mouth parts temptingly. Her gaze flicks up and meshes with mine. ‘That does look painful.’

I lever myself up onto my bent elbows so I can look down at myself. My breath is so hot and thick in my throat it’s almost choking me. My fly gapes wide and my cock rises hard and thick and long from the middle. Her hand looks good around my girth and she grips it just right, too – firm and sure.

‘What do you suggest, Doc?’

‘Well… I’m a big believer in the power of massage.’

Jesus. My heart is beating like a gong against my ribs, and I swallow. ‘Me too.’

‘It’s important to rub lightly, though. To start with.’

Her gaze drifts back to where she holds me, and her hand performs a slow slide down, then an equally slow one all the way up. I groan, and it’s so deep and low I swear it comes all the way from my toes. She stops, her hand poised back where it started as she glances at me.

‘Too hard?’ She smiles an innocent smile. ‘Should I stop? I could prescribe rest, maybe?’

I give a half laugh, the muscles that funnel to my cock so tight they’d need a diamond-tipped saw to cut through them. ‘Only if you want to see a grown man cry.’

Or beg, for that matter.

She laughs too, her eyes glittering down at me as she tosses her head with the confidence of a woman who has a man by the balls. Her hair swishes around her head and settles on the slopes of her tits. My mouth waters as I think about sucking on those sweet, flushed tips. About pushing them together and thrusting my cock through them, watching my come splatter all over them, massaging it in, tasting its musky flavour on those taut buds.

‘I could go a little faster. If you think you can handle it?’

A strangled kind of noise comes from somewhere at the back of my throat as she slides her hand up and down my dick again. My fingers dig into the duvet beside me. ‘I can handle it.’

Christ, I’ll fucking die if she doesn’t.

She does. Her hand picks up the pace, not just moving, but squeezing as well, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock as it nears the top. Her gaze drops to what she’s doing, and I almost groan out loud again as her pink tongue wets her bottom lip.

I don’t think she’s aware she’s done it, but fuck, I’ve been hard for her from the moment I saw her and pretty much most of the last two hours, and she’s so beautiful straddling me, her legs wide, the lips of her pussy brushing against the denim of my jeans as she pumps my cock.

Her tits rock with the movement, and her hair brushes her shoulders, and I am dangerously close to the edge. Already the nerves deep inside my butt cheeks are sparking, and there’s a pulsing around the base of my spine. It’s an exercise in control not to touch her. Not to mash my lips into hers, not to take a nipple in my mouth, not to drag her right on top of my dick and grind.

She flicks a glance at me and finds me watching her. I can’t tear my eyes off her. ‘It’s quite tense still.’

I choke out a half laugh as the pulsing intensifies, and my breath chugs in and out of my chest. ‘Not for much longer.’

She drops her gaze briefly to her hand before returning to me.