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She pulled me closer to her by the stethoscope looped around my neck and whispered hotly in my ear, “You know, I find you very hot with your white coat on and this stethoscope around your neck…”
That statement alone had me hardening even more, throbbing for her.
Aching for her.
“To do a complete physical exam,” I told her. “You need to take off your clothes first.”
She looked up at me and I could see the intense desire in her darkening green gaze.
She is actually enjoying this,I realized.She enjoys having me dominate her…
“Take off your clothes, Miss Ross,” I told her, my voice soft and low.
Her eyes met mine as she slowly eased the cardigan off of her shoulders. “Of course, Dr. Compton.” Then, she reached out to the zipper at the side of her dress, slowly easing it down. All the while, she kept her eyes on me.
Slowly, she raised the skirt over her legs and I watched as it went higher and higher, until it bared the scrap of lace that covered her womanhood. Higher still, until I saw the lacy edges of her bra.
Finally, she took off her dress and let it dangle at the edges of her fingertips before she let it drop to the floor in a soundless heap.
I sucked in a deep breath at the sight of her in her matching white, lacy underwear. For a moment, she looked a bit self-conscious, biting her bottom lip.
The image had me throbbing in an instant, wishing I was buried deep in her tight, wet heat.
I tipped her chin up so she would meet my eyes. “Damn,” I swore softly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?”
“Show me,” she whispered, her voice coming out in a breathy moan.
I cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, my tongue delving into the warm cavern of her mouth, tangling with her own tongue as I slowly backed her against the examination table positioned behind her. She threw her arms around me and deepened the kiss, moaning softly as I sucked gently at her bottom lip.
I swiftly unhooked her bra and slipped the delicate straps off of her shoulders. My hands came up to cup the soft globes of her breasts, running my thumbs over the stiff peaks. She arched into me, pressing herself into my hands—a vulnerable offering.
I took that opportunity to tease the edges of her underwear. The pure white lace might have looked virginal at first but there was nothing virginal about the way it barely covered her damp heat. I slipped my finger through the thin scrap of lace and she moaned.
“My God,” I groaned, my finger sinking into her slippery slit. “You’re so wet already. Can you feel that, Amanda?”
She held on tight to my shoulders. “Oliver…” she moaned. “It feels so good…”
“Now, I want you to lie down on the examination table, Miss Ross,” I told her in an authoritative tone. “I promise, I will make you feel better.”
She looked at me with a limpid gaze. “Yes, Dr. Compton.”
She eased herself down into the examination table and I pressed a button to lower it to the level of my throbbing erection. She looked nervously at me and I placed my hand over her breast in reassurance.
“I need you to relax,” I told her. “We cannot proceed with the medical examination if you’re so tense.”
I gently rolled a nipple between my fingers and she mewled softly, her back arching off the table. I smiled at her. “That’s better.”
I lowered my head to her cleavage, breathing in the scent of her. She smelled so good—a heady mix of flowers and pure, luscious woman.
I had never had a woman this way—I never mixed pleasure with business. Amanda was the first woman I was ever intimate with in my practice and I never knew just how hot it was seeing her lying on my examination table covered with only a scrap of lace.
I kissed my way to her breast, feeling her arch into me, her hands spearing into my hair as she held my close to her. When my tongue flicked over a stiff peak, she let out a soft cry.
Taking that as a cue, I swirled my tongue around her areola before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently.
“Oliver…” she moaned. “Oh…Oliver…”
I lavished my attention on her breast, alternating between soft suckling and swirling my tongue over her sensitive nipple, while my hand squeezed and fondled her other breast. While I turned to taste her other breast, I let my hand drift over her flat abdomen, circling her navel lightly before dancing over the thin scrap of lace that covered her wet heat.
