Page 75 of Stranger to Love

Without breaking contact, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her lounge trousers and her underwear, pulling them both off in one decisive, tearing motion. I then slid down, hovering above her core, and whispered again, the anticipation making my voice shake. "Fuck, I can’t wait to hear what you sounded like when you come."

My gaze dropped, fixated on the sight of her slick, waiting core. Everything about this woman drove me mad. She looked so fucking good. Even her tight curls were trimmed to fucking perfection. I slid my fingers through her folds, groaning into the quiet room at how wet she was already—a testament to how easily I had turned her on, even after a demanding morning. Good for me.

Dr. Carter began letting out low, needy sounds—a mix of sharp inhales and throaty murmurs—that set my own blood on fire. Just watching her, head thrown back and breath ragged, was intoxicating. I was fucking doing that to her. But the sound that truly pushed me over the edge came as I began circling her clit with a light, teasing pressure.

"Alex," she breathed, the single word sounding utterly desperate, broken at the edges. "Please."

The sound of her wanting—the raw, begging tone from a woman who was always so ruthlessly in control—tore a deep groan from my chest. Satisfied, I pressed onward, sliding two fingers slick inside her, filling her with a heavy, deliberate stroke.

I leaned back in, resting my mouth against the shell of her ear as her warm breath mixed with mine. "Come on my fingers, Dr. Carter," I whispered, my voice thick with a command that mirrored her own from that morning.

I wanted to feel her unravel against my hand—undeniable proof of what I could do to her.

Inside her, the slick, hot pressure was incredible. I could feel the tight clench of her muscles already responding, and the knowledge that she was this responsive to me sent a vicious thrill straight through my core. She was mine right then. Every bit of that control was gone. I hooked my fingers, angling them up and targeting that deep, sensitive spot.

I hit the G-spot over and over, deliberately, rhythmically, making Dr. Carter let out a sharp, ragged gasp. Her control completely snapped. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed in pure pleasure, the image of her stripped of all composure making me burn. She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up for a desperate, hard kiss, her tongue driving into my mouth with an urgency that matched the movements of my hand. This was even better than I could have imagined.

The taste of her, the feel of her frantic desire against my mouth, was intoxicating. I pulled away just enough to move down her body, maintaining the punishing rhythm of my fingers deep inside her. Faster. Harder. I felt her internal walls tighten around my fingers as I built her toward the edge. Fuck, come on Dr. Carter. Her hips began to buck and writhe, completely abandoned to the pleasure, her breathing turning into choppy, frantic cries. I sucked hard on one of her already engorged nipples, the sharp, exquisite pain adding a final, necessary overload.

The combined sensations were too much. Dr. Carter cried out my name, the sound guttural and raw, her body arching violently off the sofa. Fuck, hearing her say my name like that, now that was my favourite way to hear it. She came almost immediately, a deep, shuddering, full-body orgasm that squeezed my fingers and left her trembling and breathless beneath me. I felt the involuntary pulses against my hand, and the wave of power that washed over me was absolute.

Forty minutes.

I wasn't about to waste the minutes she'd so carelessly given me. The sushi wasn't there yet, and I was far from finished.

I pulled my fingers out, the sound slick and loud in the quiet room, ignoring the low, questioning moan Dr. Carter emitted. Her body was spent, but her eyes were already wide with curiosity and a rekindling heat.

I slid further down her body, settling myself comfortably between her legs. I was fucking desperate to taste her properly, and the remnants of her fresh release were the perfect appetiser. I immediately began licking her clit, starting with gentle, slow strokes to build her up again. The taste was intoxicating—salty, sweet, and undeniably her.

I licked up her release, cleaning her eagerly, savouring the intimacy and the power of knowing I could bring her back to the edge so quickly. I wanted more fucking sounds, more reactions, and another shuddering arch of her body beneath my mouth. The clock was ticking, and I intended to use every fucking second.

I lost myself completely. The warmth of her skin, the musk of her arousal, the pure taste—it was consuming. The intensity of focusing only on her pleasure felt like a wild, reckless freedom. I pressed my mouth harder against her, my tongue working with a demanding rhythm.

Dr. Carter’s hand dropped, her fingers lacing into my hair, the gesture possessive, but she was clearly confused.

"Alex..." she whispered, her voice rough, a hint of protest in the sound. "We have dinner coming. This wasn't the..."

I didn't let her finish. I knew what she meant—this level of sustained, focused effort wasn't the deal for a quick 'reward' session. But I was intoxicated by the taste of her, by the power I had over her body.

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice muffled and fierce against her damp skin. "It is the deal," I insisted, not breaking the rhythm of my tongue entirely. "If I'm going to prove how good I can be, I'm not going to waste any time I've been given." I plunged back in, driving her attention back to the pleasure, silencing any further objections with immediate, overwhelming sensation.

My relentless focus paid off. I kept up the pace, maintaining a fierce, driving rhythm that refused to let her sink into spent relaxation. The sounds spilling from Dr. Carter tightened into high, sharp gasps, her hand tangling into my hair and clenching into a fist.

Fuck, I loved that.

Then, with a sudden, beautiful surge, her body tensed completely. She cried out—a sharp, muffled sound of pure shock and release—her hips lifting violently toward my mouth.

I brought her to a second orgasm, just as deep and shuddering as the first, and as the wave of pleasure overtook her, a groan of pure satisfaction rumbled in my chest. The rush of her release coated my tongue, hot and slick, and I greedily swallowed it, savouring the final, triumphant taste of her complete surrender. The sheer power of bringing her over the edge twice in quick succession left me trembling, high on adrenaline and the knowledge of what I had just accomplished. I fucking did that; Dr. Carter was naked and trembling underneath me. Fuck, it felt so good.

I took my time, carefully licking her clean, a final, possessive act. The taste was sharp and intoxicating, and I lingered for a moment, enjoying the warmth and the stillness that followed her climax.

Above me, Dr. Carter’s rapid breathing began to settle, smoothing out into long, deep exhales. She lifted her hand from my hair, then lowered it again, running her fingers gently through the strands.

"You are a very good girl, Alex," she murmured, the praise low and sincere, the command now softer than the demand had been. It was like music to my ears.

When I was finally done, I moved up her body, gently pulling her discarded trousers and underwear back over her legs. Her body was heavy and relaxed beneath my touch, completely pliant. I gathered the silk top.

She watched me as I worked, a slow, appreciative smirk spreading across her face at my tenderness. She made no move to put her bra back on, clearly intending to stay bare underneath the top. I pulled the silk carefully over her chest and began methodically doing up the small buttons, taking extra care around the engorged, sensitive peaks of her nipples. God, she looked fucking amazing. I couldn't believe that had just happened.