The Doctor

by Elizabeth Fyre

  His hands were gentle but firm, and the pillows supported every aching muscle in my body. My belly didn’t even feel heavy or as if it were in the way. “Maria, I wish you’d have let me do this sooner,” he whispered, his voice close to my ear. “You’re so tense…”

  I made a sound of contentment in the back of my throat. “You’re making it a whole lot better,” I answered back in the same whisper. “Really. This feels…so nice…”

  “Good, I’m glad.” He continued to massage my shoulders and back, taking his time, making sure he worked out the knots without pushing my sore body too far. “I don’t want anyone else doing this.” He snorted. “I don’t think many people know how to properly massage a pregnant woman.” His thumb pressed into the muscles of my shoulders, and I moaned. He did it again, slower this time, and I sighed happily.

  I felt like I was melting into a puddle of pure relaxation under his hands. I sighed again as his palms pressed into my back and followed the curve of my spine down to the top of my ass. The pressure he applied was just enough to hit all the right spots. He knew exactly what muscles I had been working, what pressure point needed relief, and no knot of stress, no matter how minuscule, escaped his attention. He found spots that I hadn’t even realized were tight. He worked methodically, carefully, down my entire back. We were quiet, simply being in each other’s presence. My heart was pounding, and between my legs, I was burning with desire.

  When he finally stepped back after running his hands up and down my back a few more times, checking and double-checking for any more hidden knots, he said with a quiet note of satisfaction in his voice, “There. How do you feel?”

  It took me a moment to pull myself back together enough to mumble, “Like I’m in heaven.”

  I heard the sound of him shuffling back to the front of the exam chair and opened my eyes to find him kneeling in front of me. I smiled and whispered, “Can we do this every day?”

  His laugh was deep and rich. What rippled over the surface of his espresso eyes could only be described as naked adoration — at least that’s what I sure hoped it was.

  He leaned forward, and my skin prickled. This was close. Closer than he’d ever been.

  “What if someone wanted you more than anything? As-is?”

  I shivered. Goosebumps crawled over me. I had to say something. I willed my mouth to move, my throat to form sounds.

  He took my hand and raised the back of it to his lips and suddenly the atmosphere in the clinic was charged with electricity. Carefully, watching me, he kissed my fingers. His breath came fast and warm on my hand. I shuddered with delight at the soft kiss. But I couldn’t believe he was doing this — in his exam room!

  Logan moved back and stared at me for a few moments, barely moving, his entire body taut. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, still gazing at me with such intensity in his eyes that I couldn’t help but blush like a fool.

  My anxiety was gone, replaced with excitement. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. As if an unseen force moved my body, I leaned forward and brought my mouth to his. I’d managed to catch him by surprise. His sharp inhale stole a little of my air. We both gave little wordless exclamations as our lips met. I stayed still for a moment until I felt his mouth move hungrily on mine. He caressed my lips with his, bringing one hand up to bury itself in my hair and the other to rest on my jaw.

  His hands moved down to reach around and hug me tenderly, moving his mouth to my ear.

  “I want you… I want all of you. God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured hoarsely.

  I grabbed his face. “Me too.” His mouth met mine again, and his tongue hotly pushed in.

  I looped one arm up to his shoulder blade and let my other hand make a determined quest across his chest, down his side, to grip his belt and give the tiniest tug. I wanted to make my message clear: Whether now or later, I want you.

  When I finally pulled away, he was so hot it almost hurt to look at him, with his dilated eyes, the tendons in his neck standing out.

  He shook his head and rested his hands on my thighs. They were warm, solid, and when he started stroking his hands up and down, I shivered in delight. Embers of heat flashed to life in my groin. I wanted his hands to sneak higher. I wanted him to touch me more.

  “We can’t do this here. Not…not here,” he growled and forced himself to push away.

  My breath caught in my throat. I was aware of the blazing hormones racing like wildfire through my body. Suddenly, I didn’t want to wait anymore. I didn’t want to wait a half a year before I knew what Logan felt like between my legs. I wanted his hands, his lips, his cock — I wanted everything, and I wanted it now.

  “Logan,” I whispered, holding his gaze steady with my own. “Come to my room? I...”

  He blinked in surprise, eagerness flashing through his dark eyes. He leaned close and brushed his lips against mine, whispering in a voice already hoarse with desire, “Nothing would make me happier.”

  He helped me down from the exam table and straightened up the clinic as quickly as he could. We left, making a beeline to my room as fast as we could. There was a suite adjoining mine that had been empty for as long as I’d been there. No one would bother us.

  I’d never been happier to have a space all to myself, because as soon as the door shut behind us, Logan bent his head and kissed me as if our lives depended on it. He considered my blouse for a moment and then slowly unbuttoned the top, watching me. His breath was becoming ragged, and he worked faster at the next ones, staring at my cleavage as it was becoming exposed. Starting from my face, he kissed me slowly and moved down, sucking at my skin, until he buried his face in my cleavage, licking the peaks of my breasts. At that, he let out a happy sigh.

  Without a word, he gently led me to the bed and sat me down. With a new resolve, he yanked my shirt up and over my head and stared at my full breasts sitting prettily in my lavender lace bra. I must admit, pregnancy did wonderful things to my boobs. They were very full now and stood out perkily.

  He tried desperately to get the back of my bra unhooked without success and grunted in frustration. I giggled as I undid it for him and tossed the offending garment across the room. He groaned as his big hands grabbed each firm mound, his thumbs caressing my hardening nipples. Pushing me down on the bed, careful to have me lie down on my side, he straddled my legs and dove down to just about eat my breasts. He sucked and licked and nipped at them, drawing them into his mouth as far as he could.

  His big dick was straining against his pants, and it looked painful. I couldn’t help myself as I grabbed hold of his belt and pulled him forward.

  “No, wait — you first.” My mouth was watering. I wanted to taste him.

  Quickly, I got his belt undone and unbuttoned the top of his pants. By now, Logan was panting, watching me unzip his fly slowly, watching my face as I laid eyes on his gigantic, throbbing cock. He laughed low in his chest.

  I propped myself up so I could whip his pants down. Sitting up and pushing him back, I slid my hands around his round hard ass. I couldn’t believe I finally had Logan’s cock, precum beading on its tip, right in front of my face. It was something I’d only fantasized about. I wondered how I would take this giant thing in my mouth. Leaning forward, I took the tip of his dick in my mouth, swirling my tongue around. Logan gasped and threaded his hands through my hair.

  “Oh, my god, Maria! Suck me!”

  I pushed my mouth as far down his thick shaft as I could, and he cried out. I couldn’t get my mouth down on his cock, so I grasped him with my hands, too. I was drooling while I was bobbing, and my saliva was dripping down to lubricate my fingers as they worked their magic from the middle to his base.

  “Stop! I want to fuck you!” he growled.

  He pushed me down again and found pillows that he quickly arranged under my head and belly, recreating the supports we’d used in the clinic.

  As soon as I was settled, I raised my hands to his face. One hand slipped around
to lace my fingers in his thick hair to pull him close for another kiss. When our lips met, I could have sworn a living spark jumped between us. His attention, his touches, had awoken all the nerves in my body. Starving for the taste of him, I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He purred and kissed me back just as fervently. His fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, inching closer and closer to my panties, and I broke the kiss to gasp for air. I spread my legs apart, the heat in my groin almost unbearable now.

  Lying in front of me, with one hand braced on the bed by my head, Logan slipped his hand up against my panties and pressed his lips against the delicate skin of my neck. He drew in a breath when he felt how wet I was. He rubbed me through my panties, gently at first but adding a little more pressure, a little more speed when I started to whine for more, more, more.

  “You’re dripping wet… You like being touched this way, don’t you?” he whispered hoarsely. “You make me so hot!”

  I groaned, my arms wrapped tight around his shoulders as he kissed my neck. I couldn’t even speak.

  His words, his kisses, his hand between my thighs were sending me from eager anticipation into outright bliss. The pressure of his fingers on my aching cunt was sending tremors of warmth through my body, making me shake with desire for something more.

  “I want to taste you.”

  Any guilt I might have felt about moving on to another man was completely gone. I needed Logan, I needed him between my legs.

  He easily slid my soaking panties down my legs. “Look at you. Goddamn,” he murmured. The way he stared down at me with the heavy-lidded gaze of pure desire made me burn with the need to feel his hands, his mouth, again.

  My breath caught in my lungs in my excitement as he bent between my legs. I could feel him moving closer, I could feel the way his warmth moved through the air as my naked clit begged for the release to be found somewhere near, somewhere soon. Not seeing as much of him because of my belly heightened my ability to sense his every movement. It was as exhilarating as it was infuriating; I was all but vibrating with the overwhelming desire — the overwhelming need — for him to touch me.

  One finger brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, traveling slowly upwards towards my pussy. I shivered under the touch, and I heard him mutter, “Beautiful.”

  His warm, wet mouth followed his fingertips, kissing up the curve of my thigh to hover so maddeningly close to my desperate clit that if I pushed my hips forward even a little bit, I would have him. But Logan wasn’t finished toying with me. He held his position long enough for me to feel his breath against my pussy, and then he began to kiss his way down my other thigh. I whined, torn between wanting to savor every single deliberate movement or begging him to get a move on. But once again, the pressure of his lips, his tongue, against my skin made my mind fuzz over with pleasure.

  He seemed determined to kiss every part of me that he could reach, and only when he’d passed over my clit again did I manage to stir weakly and croak out, “Logan… Logan, please…”

  I couldn’t see his reaction, but he started massaging my thighs again, working his way back towards my aching center. “I’ll give you everything you want,” came his answer.

  The slow-burning, coiled heat sitting low in my pelvis suddenly flared into life as the doctor leaned forward and finally, finally began to give me what I craved. Resting his cheek against my thigh, he kissed my cunt, slipping his tongue up and down my wet lips, lapping up the juices of my desire with a slow, steady rhythm. Like a heartbeat, I thought.

  I moaned out loud, ecstatic to finally get what I wanted, and as he began to slowly, thoroughly, softly devour me. Logan shifted to get a better angle, and my quiet breaths became pants. My hands found my nipples and pinched.

  “You taste so good, Maria,” he murmured, slipping his tongue between my lips, twirling it around my clit. “I want this all the time.” He kissed and sucked gently over my nub of desire again before he started making deliberate soft, pulsing strokes with the backside of his tongue. It made me shiver and gasp. I stopped fondling my breasts and blindly groped for his head, keening softly in triumph when I found his thick hair and felt the warmth of his skin against mine.

  I tugged at him, desperately, wordlessly begging for him to keep going, to keep licking my aching clit. He obliged, but so slowly that I thought I was going to explode. He moved his head away along the soft skin of my thighs, his tongue tracing the curves of my shaking legs. I cried out in protest. He traveled up one thigh and then down the other, peppering my hot skin with kisses. I bit my lip, truly whining now, his lips and tongue teasing me — even the warm puffs of his breath so close to my aching cunt.

  Finally, he relented and let himself be pulled against my lips. I gasped out loud when his mouth met my throbbing clit, as his tongue started to trace out slow circles. I wanted to savor it, I wanted him to move faster. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to kiss me, to make me a writhing, moaning mess.

  Just when I got used to the pattern of his tongue, he suddenly pressed it flat against my labia again, the warmth of his mouth mingling with my heat. The unexpected pause made me cry out loud. He waited for another moment, an eternity, before starting again, and this time, his tongue slipped into my cunt. My hips immediately rose to meet the heat of his talented tongue, the movement smoldering in my groin. I moaned and bit my lip. Every little motion sent fiery waves rolling through my body, adding to the dense ball of heat simmering in my cunt. My voice, hoarse from pleasure, rose from my throat without my realizing it as Logan kissed me closer towards the moment of absolute release.

  His hands held me lightly down on the bed as he worked me nearer and nearer to the edge. He must have known how close I was, how close he had driven me towards it. My hips strained against his hands. My head was muddled from pleasure, every part of my body trembling now, straining under his hands, his tongue. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing now, everything was on fire, every nerve in my body was crackling.

  And then — bliss — the mind-numbing, explosive crack of release. It tore the breath from my lungs as I cried out, my head rolling back, my legs desperately trying to snap together. My ears almost rang with the force of my orgasm, tremors wracking my body as Logan kept his face between my legs, riding me through wave after wave.

  I don’t know how long it took me to float back down to earth, but when I managed to open my eyes, Logan was standing over me, cleaning his face with a wet wipe. He was panting, eyes slightly wild as if he had been the one who’d just come so hard that the world was still spinning. My eyes drifted down. His erection was bulging, pressed against the fabric of his pants.

  “I can’t believe we just did that!” I giggled. “Was that bad of us?”

  A chime sounded, and Logan cursed. “Shit! It’s one-thirty!”

  Though I would have liked to pull him down on the bed, strip him out of his clothes, and climb on, I knew we’d be missed. The appointment had bought us some time, but the thought of someone coming to look for either of us gave me a pause. Logan must have felt the same way, as he kept looking down at me with longing in his eyes. I wanted him more than ever, but we were out of time. We both had to get back to work, otherwise, our absence would be noticed.

  He bent over me and planted a gentle, sweet kiss on my damp forehead. “Just wait and see what’s next — like maybe tonight?”

  I don’t think I could have been happier.

  After dinner, Logan and I, as well as a few of the older folks, stayed in the dining hall. It was another dedicated working block for some of us. Logan was reading an old issue of JAMA while peeking over it to smirk at me from time to time. I was looking over my inventory sheets and planning out the meals for the next week. Quiet conversations and laughter from a nearby card game filled the air.

  I spun the pencil around in my fingers, feeling more at ease than I had in a long time. I’d been worried about having enough to last us through winter, but it seemed as though Tillie had planned out her
crops well. Accounting for the combination of produce as well as whatever meat the hunters could bring in, our first winter should pass without anyone going hungry.

  I thought of the other camp, the new one. Worry pricked at my skin. I didn’t like the idea of anyone going hungry. We were all just trying to survive, after all.

  I looked back over at Logan who caught my gaze again. Our planning and studying time was coming to an end. Then, it was personal time. Quiet anticipation was building, and it was a little hard to focus, I think, for both of us. Would he invite me to his place, or would we sneak off to mine again? I couldn’t help thinking about what we’d done at lunchtime, and I was wet and uncomfortably shifting in my seat.

  Noisy fast footsteps tramped into the hall, and I spun around. Oscar Mathis and Henry Carter, two of our hunters, were striding in. Heads turned as they approached from the direction that led to our front gate. Both men were stone-faced, a typical look for Oscar but odd on Henry’s kind face. Something was wrong.

  Logan looked up. He sensed it too, and concern creased his face. He caught my eye and smiled reassuringly, holding out his hand for mine.

  Oscar and Henry hurried over to the table where James Watson was playing poker with some other older folks. Henry bent and murmured into James’ ear, looking over at Logan quickly, and the older man looked troubled. “Yes, of course. How many? Right. Take a few others with you. Sounds like they need a lot of help.”

  Henry added something else in that low, urgent tone, and whatever he said prompted James to glance our way again. Immediately, my heart beat faster. Logan squeezed my hand again. “It’s all right, Maria. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, all right?”

  I nodded but didn’t let go of his hand as James, followed by Oscar and Henry, made his way over to us.