Me to have eggs harvested, and Rhys to deposit his offerings in a sterile cup that would be used to fertilize my eggs.
Rhys was up first.
Since we’d both decided to be present for the other’s time in the office, Rhys had to go first because I had to be sedated for my procedure.
“All right, boys and girls,” the nurse said as she led us to a private room. “Yell if you need anything.”
With that parting comment, the nurse closed the door, leaving us in a plain white exam room with an exam table, a couple of strategically placed porno magazines, and two specimen jars.
“Wow,” I said, walking over to the couch and bending over. “They really went high end with these magazines.”
Rhys walked up to me and nudged the magazine with his sneaker-covered toe. “How many men do you think picked that up and jacked off with it in their hands?”
I didn’t want to know.
In fact, now that he said something, I realized that everything in there, even the couch, had a plastic cover on it.
“How exactly do they expect you to get hard in a place like this?” he questioned, staring with a bit of horror at the plastic couch.
I started to giggle. “That’s why I’m here, silly.”
We’d been married for a month, one week, and a day exactly. And in that month, week, and a day, I’d come to realize something.
I was beginning to think that Rhys actually had feelings for me.
Obviously, he liked me well enough. And more than obviously, he was sexually attracted to me.
But there was always that niggling thought at the back of my mind that he wasn’t there because he truly wanted to be.
At least, that thought had been there before we’d started this process.
It’d been when he’d been informed that he couldn’t find a release for about a week that he started showing outward signs of being inconvenienced at not being allowed to use my body when he wanted to.
Which seemed to be a lot lately.
“What are you going to do to make me hard? Because swear to God, Hen. This place is honestly giving me the creeps. I’m scared to even lean against the counter at this point.”
I didn’t mince words or waste any time.
I was ready to be out of there, and for that to happen, he had to deposit his goods in the cup across the room.
The moment I hit my knees, his eyes widened.
“Henley…”
I started to unbuckle his jeans, and pull them down his muscular thighs, all the while keeping my eyes on the target—his cock.
The moment that I had his jeans down around his ankles, I tugged his Under Armour underwear down, momentarily admiring them.
He’d gotten them to try last week from one of his sponsors, and though he hadn’t liked them all that much, I had. I’d also told him so, and he’d gone out and gotten a few more pairs.
Now it was all I ever saw him in.
It was awesome, because the light, tight fabric fit him like a second skin.
And clearly showed how aroused he was with me on my knees despite being in a sterile room at a doctor’s office.
“Now, focus,” I said, tugging down the waistband of his underwear to reveal his cock.
His fully engorged cock that came to a stop about a half inch from my face when I tugged it free of its confines.
Moments after it stopped bobbing, I leaned forward and sucked the head in my mouth.
He hissed out a breath and growled, his hands going to my hair where he didn’t pull but rested them.
He’d never force me in any way.
Sometimes, I almost wish he would, though.
These dark desires, ones that I’d never had with any other person, started to take root inside of me.
I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted him to show me how much he needed and wanted me by taking what I was freely offering him.
Rhys’ hand tightened in my hair, and he pulled until I was looking up his body at him, the head of his cock resting on my lower lip.
“You’re not paying attention.”
I knew that my eyes dilated, because I saw the way he studied my face.
I tried to hide how much I liked the way his hand tightened, but he tilted his head and studied me closer.
He reached for his cock and gripped it at the base, his thumb going about halfway up his shaft as he guided his cock over my lips.
I felt the added wetness there, indicating that his pre-come was likely now covering my lips right along with my saliva, and felt a shiver tear through me.
He didn’t miss a thing, my Rhys.
So, he did it again, this time being sure to push his cock a little farther into my mouth, so I could taste his pre-come and not just feel it against my lips.