by Sansa Gold
He tastes salty, masculine, and strong.
He pumps a couple time until tiny dribbles come out of his cock. I wipe them away with my tongue watching him writhe in pleasure.
"Sensitive aren't you?" I giggle and take his shaft whole. He wants to push me away, but that would mean denying himself pleasure. His fingers dig into my shoulder.
"Fuck, that's new," he laughs.
I wipe the side of my mouth and lay down in his arms. Both of us stare up at the night sky. It almost looked like the Starry Night painting by Van Gogh. I would never be able to see the stars back home in the city.
"Did you like it?" I nestle my head in his chest. He heaves and strums my hair to the side, looking into my blue eyes.
"Of course, I did. I'm just not sure what happened." He kisses me on the forehead.
I wasn't too sure either. I could have island fever or just be trapped on this island was opening up my slutty side. Whatever it was it put me at ease, at least for now.
"I thought we could use a little fun after our near death experience last night." I run my fingers down the middle of his chest, following the ridges of his abs.
"Well, I'm always down for a little fun," he whispers. He takes a deep breath and wraps me against this chest. I hear his heartbeat rapidly and come to a slow rhythmic beat.
"Do you think they'll find us?"
He doesn't say anything for a long time. His eyes are concentrating on the night sky. "They will. Eventually." He kisses me on my lips for the first time. A spark courses through me and ends at my pussy.
That little kiss made me feel better about my decision. I didn't care if he thought I was a slut. Fucking his brains out put me at ease and relieved some needed stress.
"Don't leave me. I can't do this on my own." I kiss the side of his chest.
"I'll never leave you. We are both getting off this island. One way or another." He takes the coconut skin off and throws it onto the fire.
I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat. The crackle of the fire making me drift off in no time.
Book 45: My First Doctor
Excerpt:
"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." I repeat over and over in his ear. I could feel my breath get caught in my throat. Each vibration and suckle of his mouth was taking me to the point of no return.
I close my eyes as a cluster of fireworks erupt in the darkness. I dig my nails into his back, beginning him not to stop. To let me finish for the first time. So for once, I can fall asleep with a satisfied smirk on my face. I can feel myself at the point of no return.
That's when he pulls it out of me. I open my eyes in a flash and see the vibrator inches from my nose. A crooked smile on Dr. Hubbard's face.
"Did you really think it was going to be that simple?
I struggle to find my words. To argue with him to stick it inside of me. To plead with him that I needed this. Otherwise, my relationship with Mike would fail.
"Wait, what?" I stammer out in a slur. Words were escaping my mind. Everything coming in was nothing but a jumbled mess. This must be the blue balls that guys talk about. When you're on the verge of finishing, but get denied at the last second.
"Give it to me, please. I need it. I was so close to the finish." I try to grab the vibrator out of his hand, but he pulls it back waving it above my head like I'm some kind of animal.
"I can give you what you want. Just in another, more fulfilling way. " He began to unbuckle his pants.
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"Just lay back and enjoy the show." He kisses me on my cheek and begins to work his way down my body.
I'm praying that'll end better than the last couple months. Every time we try it never ends well. Never the way that either of us want.
Usually, I'm left there unsatisfied while he curses under his breath. No matter how hard he tries or how slow he goes he can't seem to make me finish. Each thrust, kiss, and lick only makes him madder. Tonight, he promises, that it'll be different. I indulge in his wishes, even though I know it won't change.
How could it possibly change? After so many failures, sometimes you just have to give in. Accept that it might never happen.
I close my eyes and feel his slow, deliberate, sensual lips running down the side of my body. He starts just underneath my breasts, before plunging onto my nipples, getting a small cry from my mouth.
I hold my breath as his hands work their way between my legs. He doesn't waste any time. Not when he's running on a game plan.
It doesn't matter too much. It doesn't take much to make me wet That's not the problem most of the time.
"Just don't get yourself all worked up. It'll be okay if it doesn't work. Okay, Mike?" I touch the side of his face to make sure that he's heard me, but he doesn't answer. Instead, his kisses work their way between my legs. Until his tongue slips along my pussy. It feels so right, and I can feel the knot forming in my stomach.
The knot that never wants to give way. The knot that is holding back our relationship. The one that makes him angry and the one that makes me cry deep into the night.
His hands dig into my thighs spreading them open. Pushing them against the warm fabric of the bed. He wraps me into a cocoon, me at the top and him between my legs.
I grab a pillow from behind me laying it over my mouth. I sink my teeth into the dense fabric, feeling the feathers prick into my teeth. No matter if I never finish, I always have to yell.
Mike tells me I'm the first screamer he's ever been with. Apparently, that's a good thing. It doesn't bother me either way.
I just want to finish. To make him happy, so that I can fall asleep without him grumbling under his breathe for once.
That's been the problem ever since our first time together in bed. He, Mike, is the first man I've ever been with. It makes me angry that I can't bring him this pleasure. The pleasure of making me finish for the first time and seeing my O face.
"Tonight's going to be the night, Vicki. Just you wait and see. I've learned some new tricks. Tricks that will make you finish." He's grinning from ear to ear. Head probably filled with thoughts of making me finish with the tip of his tongue.
"Just don't get mad if it doesn't happen. Okay Mike?" He buries his face between my legs.
I'm not sure that he heard me but before I can ask him I'm already moaning out his name. I work my hands through his short-cut hair pushing him harder to my clit. I want this just as much as he does.
Evey move that I make, his eyes are on me. He doesn't want to miss the first time I finish for him. Not after he's been so worked up about it.
I pull his head up, "Just put it in me already." I don't need to tell him twice. He places my feet on his shoulders and positions himself. I let out a sigh of relief as his helm presses on my entrance.
"Are you ready for this?" He pushes his cock inside of me, I moan out his name. I dig my nails into his back and clench hard. It feels right every time.
"Harder. Faster. Stronger. Give it to me." I throw my hands to the side digging into the cloth of the bed, hearing the fabric rip. I'm almost there. I can feel it. Maybe, this time it'll be different like he promised.
I feel his cock pressing against me inside, hitting that little spot that I like. The tightness in my stomach grows with each stroke that he piles into me. My mouth opens wide without any consideration of my own.
Is it going to finally happen?
The pressure begins to build, and I dig my nails into the bed. His thrusts become less rhythmic, and he slows down. His mouth opens wide, and I can tell he's near his finish.
"Just little more baby. Don't stop now. I can feel it!" My eyes roll back inside my head. My eyelids flicker before I close them shut.
Fireworks start to erupt coursing through each part of my body. Almost as if they are shooting out of my hands. "Just a little more. That's the spot. Right there baby. Keep the same rhythm."
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p; "I'm trying," he huffs. But, he slows down. Each thrust slower than the last.
I could feel myself losing concentration. The feeling on the tip of my tongue and in between my legs disappearing with each second. This isn't going to end well. Not how he wanted it too.
He grunts one last time, letting go of his little warrior. I can feel the heat shooting between my legs, coating my insides. I don't say anything; I let him finish and watch the satisfied look on his face. The satisfied look he's never been able to bring me.
He slops over to the side. My hands drifting between my legs, gracefully touching in my clit trying to regain what's been lost. I know he's going to be asking me any second now. The continuous questioning and his eventual anger will come out, just like usual.
He arches his head up, a puzzled look on his face. "Did you finish?" His hands are climbing the side of my body, tenderly touching at my breasts. I want to give him the satisfaction that he's looking for. To let him know that he's cracked me.
But will that change anything?
If I tell him he succeeded, will this be it for the rest of my life? Will he never be able to make me finish? I don't know if I can live with that for the rest my life.
"No, I didn't." I turn my head to the side and look down at the carpet. I couldn't face looking at him right now. The last couple months are becoming too much. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
His hand lingers on my breasts, toying with my nipples and bringing the passion between my legs. The passion that never wants to burst out of me like all the other lucky women. A ping of jealousy was growing inside of me.
His hand climbs the side of my neck, and he strokes the side of my cheek, looking passionately into my eyes. "I don't know. For all I know it could be me as well. Maybe I'm just not hitting the right spot. Never had this problem before and I don't know what to do."
"Neither do I. It's all becoming too much for me to handle." I throw my pillow on my face and scream into it. Letting all my frustration on my body and when I think I'm done scream a little more.
By now his hands are stroking the side of my body, trying to reassure me that nothing is wrong. But I can tell from his face that he's thinking of the worst. The way his lip scrunches up, his eyes aimlessly staring at me.
It was a dead giveaway.
"I have an idea!" He sits up on the bed, eyes lighting up and a smile spreading across his face. "What if. What if, you see a doctor, and maybe he can tell you what's going on. That way we can know if it's you or me and get it resolved." He grabs both my hands and holds them in front of them as if he was pleading with me.
"I don't know. Do you think we need to do the right now?" Honestly, I was just a little bit scared. The last thing I need is to find out that there's something wrong with me. Something that can't be fixed.
"Look, we need to find out what's the matter with either of us. If we can't sexually satisfy each other, then we need to end this. We can't go on with our lives like this. I have the best doctor in mind. I'll schedule it in the morning."
He jumps out of bed, puts his jeans on, and runs out of the room before I can say no. I'm left in bed to wonder what the hell I'm going to do about tomorrow. What if something was wrong with me?
In the morning, Mike shakes me awake.The same smile from last night on his face. "You're going to be late if you don't leave now." He throws the covers off and makes his way toward the closet. He takes some nice-looking clothes and lays them out on the bed.
"Aren't those close to nice for the doctor?" He was dressing up as if I was going out clubbing, not to the doctor.
"I want you to look your best. This is supposed to be the best doctor in town. If anyone can figure out what's wrong with either of us, it's him."
I hold off any comment for him. Mike even offers to drive me to the doctor's appointment. This is the most attention he's given me in months, besides sex. He usually lets me figure everything out on my own.
He pulls up in front of the hospital and waits for me to get out, "Just call me when you're done." He looks down at the wheel gripping it harder before looking back up at me, "Even if it's bad news."
He pulls away from the driveway, and I'm left tugging down at the skirt he's forced me to wear. A dark rhinestone cover dress with a blue top that leaves little to the imagination. By the time I make it up to the top of the escalator half of the hospital's staff is looking at me. It's early in the morning, and there aren't many patients.
I probably look like prostitutes most of them. A dressed up gold digger whose here to say her final goodbye to her sugar daddy. That might be better than the truth.
The truth that I couldn't be sexually satisfied. That there was something wrong with me on the inside. Something that can be fixed by the best doctor in our region.
I linger at the door and stare at the sign "Dr. Corey Hubbard; Gynecologist." Apparently, he was the best. But I've never heard of them. Then again I hardly ever go to the doctor to get a check-up.
Inside the small room, I'm greeted by a small Asian receptionist. "Good morning, you must be Vicki White." She pulls out a bunch of papers from her side and clips them together, "I'm going to need for you to fill out all this paperwork. Just prerequisites to get the exam started."
I take the seat that furthest away from the door and plop down. I message the side of my temples. Wasn't looking forward to all this paperwork to fill out. Something that I've always hated, I doubt there's anyone in the world that liked it.
It takes me about 30 minutes before I'm finally done with it all. I lay it all out for the nice little Asian nurse and have a seat. In front of me, on one of the tables, is the latest gossip magazine, filled with young women at the peak of their physique.
Women who probably weren't having the same problem as me. Women who were orgasming at a single touch from their boyfriends? Meanwhile, it was a struggle to even enjoy sex anymore for me. Could I consider myself one of them?
The door beside the receptionist desk opens wide, "Ms. White, the doctor is ready for you now."
The hallway inside is bright, clean, and spacious. Bigger than it looked from the outside. It definitely feels like this is the best doctor in town.
The nurse takes me all the way to the back of the office and holds the door for me. Once inside, she pats down on the cushioned table and close to the back of the room and opens the closet. She pulls out a little red gown and holds it out for me, "You're going to need to get undressed and put this on. Once Dr. Hubbard comes inside the room, he'll begin the examination. Do you have any questions for me?"
"Will I be able to find out the results today? It's really important for my boyfriend and I to find out today. The sooner, the better." I fiddle with my fingers and look at the floor, feet already shaking.
She must sense how nervous I was. She places her hand on my knee to get my attention. "Look, I know that you're nervous about this. I don't know what you're going through, but I want you to know it'll be okay. Dr. Hubbard is the best gynecologist in this county and the next. Anything, and I mean anything, that you're having trouble with Dr. Hubbard will be able to fix it for you." She gives me a light tap on my back.
"Thanks. I just don't know how to feel right now. I've got a lot going to my mind, and I'm not sure how to handle it." I run the red gown through my fingers trying to keep myself preoccupied until the nurse was ready to leave. For all I know I could be the one at fault here. I guess I'll find out in the next 30 minutes.
"Any questions that you have just ask the doctor. He'll help you out." With that, she closes the door and leaves me to my imagination.
I jump off the table and grab the end of my shirt bringing it over my head. My breasts are relieved for the fresh air. I unclasp my bra throwing it on the floor in a nice little pile. I unzip the back of my skirt and throw it into the pile, along with panties.
I take a second to look in the mirror, rubbing my tits. I move my hands down my body and rub myself until I can feel the warmth between my legs. I pres
s on my thighs and slowly work my way toward the heat, index finger on my clit. I let out a stifled moan. I'm surprised at how wet I am.
With my left hand, I press down on my breasts while the other dives between my folds. I crash against the table, legs already shaking. I don't know what's come over me, but I need something to relax myself. Something to get this whole examination out of my mind.
I need to know that it's not me that's the problem.
My legs quiver as I feel myself reach the point of no return. I haven't been able to bring myself to this point ever before. For some reason the setting helps me.
Most of the time, I'm worried about saving myself for Mike. Letting him be the first one to see me when I orgasm. Feeling guilty about making myself finish when he can't even bring me close to that end.
"Oh, Mike," I whisper out his name through clenched teeth. How I wish he were here. His tongue leaping around my folds and pushing inside of me. His fingers moving along my body and making me fee good.
"Am I disturbing something?"
I cover myself with the red gown, clenching it against my chest. I can feel the burning sensation in my face. I throw the gown on and tighten the string at the back. I tuck my hair behind my ear, unsure of how to explain what he just saw.