Too Much Information (Awkward Love 3)

“So, how many lost toys have you retrieved?” I whisper, my throat dry.

He glances at me, amused. “Enough to know what I’m doing,” he assures me. To me, that translates to none. “I’m going to start with just an internal exam. I promise you, if I’m not confident I can get it by hand, I’ll stop and do an ultrasound. Okay?”

I nod, swallowing the baseball sized lump that has formed in my throat. I flinch as he reaches for a speculum and greases it up. He smiles sympathetically at me.

“Any discomfort or if you need a break, just tell me, okay?”

I nod and squeeze my eyes shut, jumping at every tiny touch. It’s just like having a pap smear. There’s nothing to be concerned about.

“I’m going in,” he says.

I groan as he slides the instrument into place, bracing myself as it triggers another orgasm. I’ve lost count of what number we’re up to, but this one feels much more intense. Probably because there is an insanely hot man only inches from my vagina. And in a few minutes, that insanely hot man will be placing his fingers inside me.

Oh God.

Wrong thing to think about. I arch my back slightly, the combination of him and the vibrator pushing me over the edge. I throw my arm over my mouth, trying to smother my moans. I’m so embarrassed, but apparently, my body doesn’t care too much about that. At least, not enough to stop me from climaxing twice in the space of a minute.

Panting, my hands shake as I come down from my high—which is ironically also my lowest point of the day. I feel like crying. I want to get up and run out of here and never look back. The only thing stopping me is that I know I’ll get probably as far as the nurse’s station before it all starts again.

“Keep as still as you can, Laura. I know this is hard, but I can feel it. I just need to get a little deeper…” I whimper at the thought of anything of his going deeper inside me. “There. Got it.”

My eyes fling open. My heart pounds, waiting for the next orgasm to begin, but nothing happens. Still, I brace myself and wait, and… nothing. I smile at him, tears welling in my eyes. I’m not even fazed that he’s grinning from ear to ear while holding the buzzing little sucker out in front of him, like it’s a prized fish he’s just caught.

“Oh, thank God,” I hiccup. I’m crying like a baby because the relief is incredible. Now all I need is to sleep for a week, and I’ll be fine. “I can’t thank you enough,” I add, resisting the urge to hug him. God, I’m so emotional.

“You’re welcome. I think this is the first time I’ve ever had a woman be grateful that I’ve stopped her from orgasming,” he quips.

“I’m more than grateful. I’m thrilled,” I say.

I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. He lunges forward to steady me when I struggle to keep my balance. I wince and rub my stomach. I clearly underestimated how sore I’d be.

“You really shouldn’t be leaving yet,” he says, frowning at me. “I’d like to keep you in for a few hours, so I can monitor you.”

“Thanks, but I really need to get home,” I say. All I can think about is getting as far away from here as I can, and I know for a fact that he can’t make me stay.

“Okay, well if you insist on going, I can’t stop you,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a script pad, scribbling on it. Then he rips it off and hands it to me.

“So, that’s it? There’s no other… aftercare needed?” I ask.

“Come back if there’s any bleeding or pain, but you should be fine,” he assures me. He manages to address me without smirking, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. “You’ll be tender for a few days, and you might want to avoid using your toys for a few weeks.”

“Damn, however will I cope,” I mutter, narrowing my eyes at him.

He probably thinks I’ve got a kinky dungeon thing going on in my basement.

“Intercourse is fine once the tenderness has eased,” he adds, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Trust me, nothing will be going near my vagina for a long time,” I assure him.

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“Sit,” Becca insists.

She arms herself with the wheelchair after I’ve signed all the forms, agreeing that I’m going against doctor’s orders by leaving so soon. I’m just thankful this ordeal is finally over.

Much to Becca’s surprise I willingly sit down. I’m still quite unsteady on my feet, so I’m all for her wheeling me out of here. Once at the car, she helps me into my seat and heads back into the hospital to return the chair. I breathe out, enjoying the moment to myself. All I have to do is think about what happened, and I die with embarrassment all over again. I think what makes it worse is that I know the kind of shit doctors say about their patients behind closed doors. I’m in that environment every day, where getting a patient like me is like winning the lottery.