He reaches down to his jeans and pulls out a condom. He doesn’t even bother taking his boxers off, just flips his cock out and rolls the condom on. My heart is pounding as I watch him, my opening flooded with my desire. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as his cock inside me. He grabs me by the ass and pulls me to the edge of the island toward him. In one smooth stroke, his cock glides inside me and I moan with pleasure. We haven’t even said a word to each other, but it doesn’t matter.
His cock fits perfectly inside me, and it feels like his hands are exactly where they are meant to be. Every touch of his fingers sends sparks down my spine and I wrap myself around him, trying to get closer, deeper.
He grunts as he thrusts into me harder. He’s being rougher than this weekend and I’m loving it. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and I dig my fingers into his shoulders. All I’ve been thinking about all day is his hard cock rammed inside me. He grinds his cock into me harder, and his eyes are half-closed with pure pleasure.
My arms fall back and I lean back on my elbows, letting him support my ass as he thrusts deeper. Every time his cock enters me it sends a shockwave through my body. My moans turn to screams but I don’t have the capacity to be embarrassed right now. He’s grunting with every thrust and the look on his face is a laser focus on my body. He looks down at his cock sliding in and out of me and lets out a breathy moan.
The sound travels through me and I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. I slide my hand to my bud and tentatively touch myself. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched myself in front of someone. Clay moans as he watches me and my tentativeness disappears. He thrusts his cock inside me and I circle and rub my clit until I feel myself letting go.
My body explodes, contracts, expands. I can feel my pussy contracting around his cock, gripping it tightly as he moves it in and out of me. My screams get louder as my orgasm erupts, mixing with his moans of pleasure. He pulls me ever closer and my whole body shakes like a rag doll. He keeps pushing his cock deep inside me until he fills the condom with his seed. With a shudder he stops and we stay motionless for a second.
He pulls himself out of me and my legs fall down. I lie back on the island, needing a moment to recover. Once again, my head is spinning and I can’t speak.
My eyes flutter open and I watch Clay. I look at the man who has been able to make me come all weekend and watch the way he moves. His big, muscular body is graceful as he gets rid of the condom and pulls his boxers and pants back on. I love watching the way his muscles contract and ripple under his skin, the way his shoulder blades move on his back. I could just lie here and watch him all night.
He turns to me and helps to lift me off the island. I slip to the ground and wrap my arms around his neck.
“So was that my surprise?” I ask with a grin. He looks over at me sideways.
“Get dressed, sexy. I’m taking you to my secret place.”
“You’ve already taken me to my secret place today, so I’m happy.”
He laughs and plants a kiss on my lips, and then motions for me to get dressed.
30
Clay
I didn’t think we’d be fucking like animals the minute she walked in, but how could I resist when I saw her? She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I watch her as she slips her shirt back on, the way her tits shift upwards with her arms and then back down. Even just watching her makes my heart grow in my chest. It’s not right for something to feel this good.
She’s dressed and turns to me expectantly. I grab her by the hand and pull her through the front door, closing it behind me.
“Where are we going? Am I dressed okay? If I’d known we were going out I would have dressed up a bit more.”
“Shh, Val. You look perfect. Too many questions.”
“I think you like it when I pester you with questions,” she says with a grin.
I pull her along the hallway past the elevator. At the end of the hall there’s a heavy metal door. I push it open and let her step through. We go up a flight of stairs to another doorway that Val pushes open herself. I hear her gasp as we step out onto the roof.
It’s my favorite view of the city. From the rooftop, we’ve got a clear view of the skyline, the cars and people rushing below. This is my oasis. I built a small deck up here and have a table set up with two places set. I walk over, light the candles I’ve prepared and open a bottle of wine. Val’s eyes are wide as she takes it all in.
“You did all this? You did all this for me?”
I say nothing, only pour her some wine and pull out the appetizers I’ve prepared. It’s simple, just some smoked salmon and capers with some bread, but she seems impressed.
We share the food. Val looks around at the lights of the city with stars in her eyes.
“It’s beautiful up here,” she says dreamily. “This wasn’t advertised on the listing. It would be a major selling point.”
“I love coming here. I haven’t technically got a permit for a deck up here, but I built it anyway. No one’s complained so it’s been my secret spot for the past couple years. It’s where I come when I need some space from the city.”
“You built this? It’s amazing. And this food,” she groans in approval and my cock twitches in my pants. I watch her for a moment and then jump up.
“Food. Shit.” I get up, almost knocking over my glass of wine and rush downstairs. I pull the roast beef from the oven and thankfully it’s not overcooked. Our little romp on the kitchen counter delayed my serving dinner, but it looks okay. I dish up a couple plates and bring them up to Valerie.
“Clay, this looks perfect. This is perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better evening.”
“I’ve really enjoyed spending the past couple days with you, Val. You’re making me rethink my whole attitude.”
“What’s your attitude?” She’s taking a sip of wine but I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that she’s curious. My throat squeezes and I regret saying anything. I’m not used to this, to being open and honest with someone other than Dave or my family.
“You know, just… wanting to be on my own. Putting my career above everything else.”
“Career is important,” she says slowly. “I’ve also been putting my career first. I don’t think it’s necessarily an either/or, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“I just… I guess I didn’t think I would enjoy this.”
She cocks her head to the side and looks at me quizzically but says nothing for a few moments. I look at the way the candlelight flickers over her face and I feel my heart swell in my chest. I don’t want to fight that feeling right now, I just want to enjoy it. I can tell myself to let her go later, when I move. Right now I just want to sit across from this beautiful creature and enjoy her company. She opens her mouth to speak.
“You know, I was with my ex for four years. I thought we’d end up together, married, kids, the whole nine yards. But then I realized it wasn’t what I wanted. He wasn’t what I wanted.” She pauses. “When we broke up, I thought my life was over, like I had to start back up at zero. I haven’t been with anyone since then. Until you.” Her eyes look up to mine. “I didn’t think I wanted this either, but it just feels so right to be with you. I can’t explain it.”
I lift my glass and we cheers together.
“Let’s not think about it too hard,” I say. “I just want to enjoy this.”
She smiles. “Agreed,” she says. “Plus, it’s only been a couple days. You could turn out to be awful.”
I laugh. “That’s true,” I admit. “I could.”
She grins and I lean back in my chair, tearing my eyes away from her for a moment to take in the skyline.
I can’t believe how nice it feels to be open with someone, to tell her what I’m thinking and how I feel. I haven’t been able to do that, not since my ex. She mentioned her ex as well, and I’m desperate to ask what happened. I don’t want to pry. I don’t want to go telling her all about my past either.
Not yet.
We sit in comfortable silence on the roof, enjoying our food. I clear the plates away and pour some more wine for her, and then pull out my favorite cheesecake from the bakery down the road.
“Not bad for a Monday night,” she laughs.
We eat and laugh and talk until I see her shiver. “Let’s go inside,” I say, and Val nods.
And plus, I can’t wait to lie down next to her again and hold her in my arms. I’m not even thinking about sex right now, I just want to feel her heartbeat and the heat of her body next to mine.
We clear the table and go back downstairs. We do the dishes together and then head to the bedroom. We’ve somehow slipped into a comfortable silence, and my heart is at peace.
31
Valerie
It’s Thursday already. The week is flying by. Clay and I have been spending every evening together and I look forward to it every day. My follow-up doctor’s appointment is today so I get ready to leave work a bit early. Just as I’m stepping out the door to leave, I hear my phone ringing in my purse. It’s Emma.
“Val, where have you been? I don’t mean to interrupt the fuckfest that I’m sure you’re having with your hot new doctor-man, but need I remind you that you have a best friend and that that best friend is currently languishing in this city all on her own?”
“Hey Emma,” I chuckle. She does have a penchant for the dramatic. “How have you been? Let’s catch up, maybe this weekend? I could introduce you to the doctor.”
“Fucking finally,” she exclaims.
I grin. She’s got a mouth like a sailor. “How about Saturday brunch again? You can fill me in on your week then too.”
“Sounds perfect. Love you, Val, see you then.”
“Love you too, Em.”
I hang up the phone and smile before the realization hits me that Clay might not want to meet her. He’s always talking about just enjoying the moment, not taking things too fast. Maybe introducing him to my friends is moving too fast. I need to keep reminding myself that he’s leaving.
Sure, it’s not confirmed yet but he’s always said his career comes first. I get that, my career comes first too. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well.
I’ll have to talk to him tonight when I see him and ask if he’d like to meet her. It seemed so natural to me, to set up the brunch but he might hate the idea. We have an understanding that this is just enjoying the present, that we’re taking it slow. We both have careers that aren’t going to take a backseat to a relationship.
I’m just going to have to wait and see what he says and bring it up as casually as possible.
I head over to the doctor’s office and I wonder if I’ll run into Clay. He knows I have an appointment with Doctor Sanders today, but I’m sure he’s busy with other patients.
I don’t have to wait long until an older woman in a white doctor’s coat comes out to the waiting room. She’s got a shock of white hair which should make her look older, but her face looks fresh and free of wrinkles. She glances at her chart, pursing her bright pink lips. She adjusts her thick-rimmed glasses and then looks up. She has a warm smile when she sees me and immediately makes me feel at ease.
“Are you Valerie?”
“Yes,” I respond, getting out of my chair.
“Follow me.” She has a really kind voice, like a grandmother or an aunt would have.
She leads me down the same hallway that Clay’s office is on. I glance at his door and see his name: Dr. Clay O’Neill. Even knowing he’s in there makes my heart jump a little bit.
We walk on to the end of the hall and she opens the door to her office.
“So,” she begins. “You’ve been having trouble orgasming?”
This woman is not wasting any time.
“Yes. Well, no. I mean, I was. For a long time.” Why am I suddenly tongue tied? She smiles warmly at me. I take a deep breath and continue. “The problem seems to have… resolved itself lately.”
Doctor Sanders’ eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh?” she says, looking down at my chart. “And may I ask what has changed?”
“I’ve started seeing someone and he’s… very good.”
She glances up at me and grins.
“I’m glad to hear that, Valerie. I’ve been looking through your hormone test results and have to tell you that everything seems normal. If the problem were persisting, we could explore many other avenues including therapy or further testing, but it seems that the problem is no longer an issue?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’m relieved to hear there’s nothing wrong with my hormones. But, can I ask… if this guy were to go away. Or if it didn’t work out, or whatever… do you think my problem would come back?”
“I’m not sure, Valerie. It could be a psychological problem that was stopping you before, and that won’t be resolved unless you address the root cause. Have you tried climaxing on your own? Is everything going okay with the relationship?”
“Yes, everything is perfect. I mean, it’s great, better than I could imagine. It’s just that he’s thinking of moving out of state and…”
She nods knowingly. “Try not to think about it right now. You’re still learning about your body, so just take this as a learning experience and always remember that you ARE able to orgasm. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with you. Try masturbating a bit more and see if you can orgasm on your own.”
She glances at her screen and starts typing. I’m blushing again. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to a doctor telling me to pleasure myself. She swings her chair back toward me and smiles.
“Now if the problem comes back and you’d like a referral for sex therapy or further testing please don’t hesitate to call the office and we’ll set up another appointment.”
I nod. “Okay, thank you Dr. Sanders.”
We both stand and she opens the door for me. She smiles as I walk through.
“I’ll let you see yourself out while I finish this paperwork up.”
I nod and head down the hallway. As far as follow-up appointments go, it was fairly anti-climactic. I’m having orgasms every night with Clay, which has changed my whole sense of self. I like the new Valerie. I feel lighter and more confident, like I can take on the world.
Dr. Sanders closes the door behind me and I start walking to the waiting room. When I get closer to Clay’s door my heart starts beating faster. I wouldn’t dare knock. He might be with a patient. Still, it’s tempting. I’ve thought of that first meeting so many times. The looks, the touches, the way my body seemed to wake up for the first time.
I slow down slightly as I walk by, trying to listen for voices inside his office. I can’t hear a thing. Just as I’m about to pass the door flies open and I jump back in surprise.
“Miss Brooks,” he says. “I’m glad to see you. Have you got a moment? I’d like to discuss the results of your last appointment.”
He’s grinning and I smile back, eyes still wide in surprise.
“Certainly, doctor.” I try to keep my voice steady but my smile is betraying me.
He glances up and down the hallway before opening the door wider. I slip through and he shuts it softly.
“I thought you’d never finish with Sherry,” he says in a low voice, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer.
“I didn’t know if you had a patient, I didn’t want to bother you,” I say before his lips meet mine. He devours my kiss and my arms interlock behind his head.
“My next patient isn’t until 4:15,” he says glancing at the clock. “We have 17 minutes.”
32
Clay
I heard her voice when she walked down the hall and counted down the minutes until she’d walk back, praying that Sherry wouldn’t be with her. And now, she’s here. She’s in my arms, tangled in my embrace.
She looks so good in her work clothes. Her skirt hugs her hips and her loose sheer blouse is making my cock hard just looking at it. I pull myself away from her for a second an
d she gives me the sexiest sly grin I’ve ever seen.
I turn her around and march her to my examination table. I walk behind her with my hands on her waist, pressing my cock into her perky ass. I push her down roughly when we get to the table. The paper crunches when her arms slam down on top of it and I bring my hands up her legs under her skirt, feeling that she has nothing but a tiny thong on underneath. Her skirt bunches around her waist when I push it up and I use my other hand to undo my fly.
Val laughs, pushing her hips toward me. My cock springs free, already rock hard from the thought of her bent over in my office.
It’s happening. She’s here, just like I imagined the first time I met her. My breath is ragged and I run my fingers up her thighs.
She turns her head and looks back at me, arching her back so that her ass is ready for me. I kick her legs open to spread them, and the paper crumples when she grabs onto the examination table.
My hands are shaking with anticipation when I roll the condom on. I put a hand on the back of her head and push it down while I press my cock against her bare ass. The paper crunches some more as her face hits it. She moans. The sound sends a thrill straight to my cock. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to shove my cock deep inside her.
I hook my finger into her thong and push it to the side to reveal her opening. Two of my fingers slide right into her and I feel her wetness. I moan, and my whole body shivers. She wants this just as badly as I do. I ram my cock inside her without warning and she makes a gurgling, moaning noise.
“Shh,” I say. “Be quiet. The walls are thin here.”
I move my hand over her mouth and ram my cock into her again, harder and deeper this time. My hand muffles her moans and I tell her again to be quiet. I can’t believe I have her bent over my examination table. This is exactly what I’ve been imagining since the first day I saw her in the waiting room. I look down at her, with her face against the white paper, hands gripping the edge of the blue cushion and my cock throbs inside her.
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