by Remi Grey
I give her underwear a good tug ripping the delicate material right off of her.
Standing to my feet, I kiss her once more, giving her a taste of her own arousal.
“Can you taste how ready you are for me; how sweet you are?” We kiss again more deeply than before. I’ve never been this hard before; my pants are the only thing that’s keeping me from poking her clean through her thighs.
“I want you inside me, Davis, right now, fuck me,” she kissed, pressing the palm of my hand up against my rock-hard erection.
“I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot, I want you naked and panting.” I remove her shirt then her bra, kissing and caressing her perfect little breast. I took each nipple into my mouth, slowly sucking them and feeling her smooth skin against my cheeks. Her scar is deep and visible, I kiss it lovingly before placing my hand over it.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, looking into her eyes, connecting with her as we kiss.
“I want to touch all of you,” she says, unbuckling the front of my pants, giving them and my underwear, a tug allowing my cock to spring free finally.
“I want to take you into my mouth,” she says, dropping slowly.
“No, tonight is all about your pleasure and mine from watching you receive it,” I stop her and bring her back up to me. “I’m going to make you come for me over and over again, and just when you think you can’t come anymore, I’ll make you come for me again.” I remove what’s left of my clothes until we are both bare standing before each other exposed and vulnerable.
“Bedroom, now.”
She looks at me as we walk hand and hand to her bedroom, trusting me with her heart and her body. Tonight, is the night, and there’s no turning back now.
Chapter 7
Christine
We started off slow getting to know each other’s bodies; he laid me down gently onto the bed, making sure to keep my surgery in mind. He opened my legs, slowly kissing all of me, savoring all of me and taking his time. There was no part of me left that was untouched or unloved. Both completely naked, he lays down, and I straddle on top of him. He entered me slow and deep, filling me with his love.
“You feel so good inside of me, don’t stop,” I stare at Davis, watching him overcome with ecstasy. “I want to feel you come all over me again and again,” He says, grabbing my hips, adjusting me on top, thrusting into me deep from underneath. The feeling of his pelvis moving beneath me, his hands lifting me up and down onto him is all I need to send me over the edge.
“I’m going to come, Davis, I’m going to come all over you, oh baby I’m so close.”
“Yes, come for me, Chris, let go for me, baby, let go,” he said, flexing himself harder and faster into me.
“Oh yes, oh yes, Davis, I’m going to come, oh my god.”
“Fuck, Chris, I can feel you.”
My whole-body contracts and convulses, rendering me totally speechless through my orgasm. All I could do is pant and groan one orgasm after another and another.
We went on like this over and over again for hours, enjoying each other bodies. I didn’t want the night to end, but I knew full well that what was happening between us was only temporary.
I was healing faster than expected and leaving soon to get back to my life. I had a TV show to get ready for, and the network has been very patient with me while I finish up my imaginary vacation. I lay awake most of the remaining night in Davis’s arms into the next morning, wondering what I was going to do next. I just got to know him, I’m not ready to say goodbye.
“What’s on your mind,” Davis asked me, rubbing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around me as we awaken the next morning.
“Nothing much, I was just thinking about all I have to do today.”
“Do today; its Saturday. I was hoping we could maybe spend the day together in bed, at least until someone calls me in from the hospital, which is what usually happens when I have some peace and quiet.”
“I know you’re a busy man Davis, so I totally get it if you have to go and do your thing. I have some things to work on for the show as well, I'll be able to move back home soon if I keep doing as well as I'm doing."
“I know Chris, I’m your doctor. What’s this all about?” he asked, sitting up from the bed. “If you would like me to go, just tell me, and I’ll be out of your hair even though I would hate to.”
“It’s not that Davis; it’s just that I realize we both had lives before we met each other, and I know that you’re a busy surgeon.”
“I am, so what’s your point.”
“My point, Davis, is that I have a life that I’ll be going back to very soon, and I don’t want this to get in the way,” I wave my hand back and forth between us. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize that what we just did was a this because, for me, it was a whole lot more, but I get it. A big-time TV celebrity slumming it with a small-time no name doctor may not be ideal for you right now," he stared at me angrily.
“Don’t be angry with me, Davis, and that’s not at all what I meant, and you know it.”
“Do I, do I really know what you meant?” he stood up, putting back on his underwear headed towards the bathroom with his hands full of his things.
“Davis, don’t go,” I called out to him, knowing now that I’d made a terrible mistake in saying what I did the way that I did. He came out of the bathroom, fully clothed, and ready to go.
He grabbed his cell, checking it before he grabbed his shoes, putting them on making every effort not to make eye contact.
“Davis, please don’t go like this. Let’s talk first. I want to explain,” I plead, reaching out for him. He moved away from me, completely shutting me out and shutting himself off.
"What's there to explain, I understand, really I do. I let my emotions get the best of me and your right we should just treat this as one night that clearly we both needed to get over our mutual sex droughts."
“Sex droughts now wait a minute Davis you know last night meant more to me than that, I care about you,” I reached out for him once again this time not letting him go.
“I wasn’t using you for some drought as you call it, I really wanted to be with you.”
“I’m sure you did, I should go anyway,” he said with the least amount of feeling kissing me on the cheek before heading out the door.
I watched him through my bedroom window as he went out the front of the building towards the parking deck. I ruined it, I ruined it all.
What the hell is wrong with you Christine, self-sabotage isn’t your MO.
Davis and I didn’t speak for weeks after that, he avoided having to come to see me by pawning me off on another temporary surgeon until I’m ready to leave. My shows and producers are ready and eager for me to come back. My assistants worry that I've completely screwed myself by letting Davis go, and deep down, I’m afraid because I know that they just might be right.
~~~
Davis
Why can’t I get this woman out of my mind, it’s like she put a spell on me or something. I even made a mistake and called one of my other patients Christine, the other day. This is really messing with my head, and I wish I would have listened to my own rules and kept our relationship strictly professional. I was a fool to let her into my heart. I’m the doctor, I save lives; I fix other people’s hearts. I don’t need mine to be fixed.
“Davis,” I hear a familiar voice calling out to me. It can’t be, just when I was almost resolved to let her go.
“Ms. Heart, what brings you to my neck of the woods?” I say, praying that she can’t feel my nervousness.
“You gave me no choice Davis, you wouldn’t answer any of my calls, and you stopped visiting me since I’ve gotten the seal of approval to move forward with my plans to head back home soon.”
“I thought it would be best for both of us if I just stayed away so that I won’t interfere with your plans.”
“I’ll be leaving in a few days Davis, so I came by to tell you something before I go,” sh
e said, leaning in closer near my ear.
“It’ll have to be quick I have some rounds to do and…”
“I love you, Dr. Davis Anderson. I’ve loved you since the first time I saw that dimple in your left cheek,” she whispered, planting a small chaste kiss on the same cheek that houses that exact dimple.
Then she turned around and left just as quickly as she’d come.
How dare she leave me with this in my head all freakin day, she’s leaving, and she loves me what am I supposed to do with that, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?
I’m supposed to go after her. That’s what I’m supposed to do with that. Without even thinking, I take off running towards the elevators hoping that they'll actually come faster than usually do. I didn't want to miss her before she left the building.
No such luck, so I decide to use the stairs knowing that I can’t be that far from catching her; she just left less than ten minutes ago. I make it outside just in time to see her driving away headed towards the major highway. I still have time to catch her if I hurry, assuming she’s going home.
I pull out my cell, trying to text Chris to see where she’s headed.
No response.
I’m going to take a chance and go to her apartment.
No answer.
She’s packed and moved already according to the information from the sub-leaser of the building she stayed in. It didn’t take much to get all the details after I told him I was Christine’s surgeon.
I left the building that once housed so much joy for me lost and still without the woman I love. A pattern for me that seems so hard to break, Davis Anderson, loveless. Then a sudden, a light bulb went off in my head.
Call her father is what it said, so I did and found out exactly where she would be.
I think fast jumping into the car, driving directly towards my fate.
I’m in love with you too Christine Liliana Heart, I’m in love with you also.
~~~
Christine
I’m kind of glad he didn’t say anything before I left, I probably would have broken down into tears if he’d rejected me. He let me finish, which was a good sign that he had forgiven me for hurting him as I did. Still, I really did think that he would have at least said something, followed me down the hall cursing my name, anything other than just stand there like what I said didn’t even matter to him.
I’m glad I left it how I did with him. I was honest, and I laid my heart out on the line right in front of him, I’ve never done that before, I’ve never wanted to do that before with anyone. He grew on me with his authoritative ways and his quick wit that was rare and equal to my own.
Together we worked, and now we don’t. I have accepted my fate as a spinster who will forever compare to other men from now on to one, Dr. Dreamboat.
I’m doomed I think to myself flopping back on the bed in the hotel I’m staying in for the next couple of days until I catch my flight back home. Home is such a loose term for me lately since home is where the heart is, and my heart is with Davis.
I check my cell to see if everything is on schedule and to answer any messages I might have missed. I realized my phone was dead, so I pull it up to charge, opting to rest instead of watching useless television, and before I know it, I’m out like a light.
I awake later to a knocking on my door, who could it be no one knows where I’m staying except my dad and my assistants, and they certainly wouldn’t be coming this way since I’ll be home soon.
“Who is it?” I ask wondering if it could be housekeeping finally bringing me that extra set of blankets, I asked for earlier when I came back.
“It’s me, Chris, can we please talk.” Davis, what’s he doing here, and how did he find me?
"I don't know if this is a civil visit, or are you coming to let me have it after you've had time to think about what I've said to you?"
“I have something to say, just hear me out.” I open the door fresh from sleep, probably looking horrible.
“Davis, you don’t have to….” Before I could even complete a coherent sentence, he grabs me and kisses me with such force that I’m pushed back into the room. The door slams behind us, providing us with a stable backdrop to fall upon.
We’re wild and feverish against one another just as before, but this time more urgent and freer. “Davis, what are we doing?” I asked, pulling away from his kiss so that I could think straight.
“I love you, Christine, and not only do I love you, but I’m in love with you, all of you, especially your heart,” he said, leaning towards cupping the bottom of my chin in his gentle hands.
“It’s too late now Davis, I have everything set in motion, I’m leaving in a day,” I say enjoying the warmth of his touch.
“It’s never too late, stay, cook here, you could open your own restaurant like you told me you always wanted to do when I used to visit with you in the hospital.”
I've always wanted my own little place to cook how I like and when I wish for very special people who love my dishes.
“If I stay, will you promise to love me forever?” I joke, kissing the inside of his open hand. “Forever and ever,” He says, looking deeply into my eyes.
“Well then, I guess I have some phone calls to make,” I say, staring right back with love in my eyes. We take each other’s hand, making a silent promise to one another to never leave each other’s side.
And with that realization, I knew that everything was just as it should be just when it should have been.
Epilogue
Christine
I can’t believe we did it, I trusted Davis, gave in to my heart's desire, and we made it happen. My very own restaurant right here no more than two blocks or so away from my love and my life.
“What do you think about the color of the walls?" I ask Davis, hoping he can help me narrow down my final choices. " Do you think it's too loud, the color I mean?” Davis gives me that look like, how the hell should I know. He gives me that look often when we talk over details about restaurant décor.
"I know whatever you choose, my darling wife, it will be simply amazing," He butters me up with a sweet little kiss on my forehead.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Davis Anderson," I comment, pulling away from his skillful hands, taking a moment to look in his eyes.
We both have been so busy over the past year that we hadn't had time to just look at each other just the way we did when we were first married. I miss that.
"Oh, I know you know what I'm doing, Mrs. Anderson; that's why I'm doing it," Davis teased, placing his forehead against mine.
“We’re supposed to be doing this together babe, I really value your opinion.”
"I know you do darling, and I'm sorry I've been so busy lately. It's just with all the new research I've been doing and pretty much managing a whole new team it's been rough," he consoles, holding me tight against his beating chest.
How will I tell him that another team will be needing him sooner than later, his wife and our unborn child?
“I know,” I agree. “It’s just that sometimes I need you to try to answer questions that you have no idea how to answer.” He laughs one of his full laughs, running his hands through my hair, soothing me.
"You're wound up really tight Chris, what's going on I can feel the tension radiating from you?" he backed away from me, holding me at arm's length to take a look at me. "Something is wrong I can feel it, it's not your heart is it, have you had any more irregular occurrences?"
When I found out that I was pregnant, I almost had a coronary. I never thought I would become a mother, let alone be able to carry a child until Davis saved my life five years ago almost to the date. All the motherly fears set in, will I be a good mom, is Davis and I ready for this, and will I be able to carry this baby to term?
We’re right in the middle of renovations on the new restaurant, Davis is busier than he’s ever been, and my dad's moved to Florida with his new girlfriend. This couldn't have come at a wo
rse time for all of us.
~~~
“Congratulations Christine, you’re eight weeks and everything looks wonderful,” my gynecologist told me when she handed me my very first image of our little miracle.
"Will I be able to carry the baby to full term?" I ask Dr. Hanson, hoping she could ease my doubts. “I know that I’ve been well now for five years, but Davis and I always took precautions."
“The pill isn’t one hundred percent Mrs. Anderson, and if you're having sex, there's always a chance of pregnancy as you already know." I knew what she was saying was correct and that I should just be happy about our little surprise guest, but I wasn't, I was terrified.
Afterward, I went home, and that's when I had a palpitation. It was frightening, to say the least, and I called Davis right away. He assured me that nothing was seriously wrong and had me brought in for tests. Luckily everything was perfect, and it was just me freaking out about this baby, not knowing what to expect.
So here I am two weeks later from when I found out trying to gather up enough courage to tell my loving husband who’s also the man that saved my life that we’re going to have a baby.
~~~
"No babe, I haven't had any more issues," I smile, hoping to stifle his worry for me.
“Then what’s eating you, I know it’s got to be big because I see that little vein of worry popping out of your forehead and as cute as it is, I know it’s not because of something good.” I wanted to tell him everything right then, to spill my guts in front of the whole crew and anyone else watching, but something else came up instead.
Morning sickness.
“Excuse me,” I said, running like the wind towards the bathroom, thank God the plumbing was finally up and running as of yesterday. I heaved for what felt like an eternity before I could even move my face away from the cool porcelain of the toilet to wipe my mouth off with a loose piece of paper I found on the bathroom floor.