Jared
The phone rang just as I was pulling out of her. “Looks like your new doctor has perfect timing.” I hung up after giving my guys the okay to let her through.
“You kn0w, it would’ve been nice if you asked me if I already had one here.” I made the mistake of looking back over my shoulder at her after hanging up the phone, only for my eyes to connect with the wanton sight she made.
“Do you?” I have more control than this, surely. In fact, I’ve always been praised for my self-control and my ability to stay calm in the midst of bullshit chaos, but as with everything else I’ve noticed, Samantha was playing hell with another one of my well-earned traits. I ignored the lure for now and got up off the bed, doing my best to avoid looking at her enticing body.
I’ve seen bits and pieces of her over the past week, but tonight is the first time I’ve seen all of her at once, and I have to say that for such a tiny little thing, she’s one hell of a package. I always had one type since I started dating way back when. The tall statuesque model type, Samantha, is none of those things. Though she has a gymnasts’ body, slim, compact, her ass has got to be one of the finest I’ve ever seen or held, and I’m not an ass man; I usually go for the svelte look.
Her tits though not overly small, are just the right size and fit in my hands and mouth perfectly. But it’s the trap between her thighs that kept calling to me. That and the look in her eyes. I doubt she has any idea what she looks like lying there like Peitho with all her charms on full display. My cock jumped, and I had to shake my head to remember what the hell we were discussing.
“Well, no, but it would’ve been nice all the same if you’d asked.” I didn’t answer her because that sounded like one of her argument starters. She’s full of those. But since I make it a point not to argue because it’s a waste of time, I try to avoid them as much as I can.
“I’ll get the door and leave you two alone in here while I have the food reheated, or maybe we’ll have something else made.” I hadn’t fucked her that long this last time since my staying power is for shit once I get inside her, but I’m sure the coq au vin is inedible at this point, and it’s one of her favorites too. Maybe it can be saved; I’ll ask cook to reheat it and see what he says.
I grabbed the tray after pulling 0n my robe, and she ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I guess. Which reminds me, I forgot to suit up again. At this rate, she’ll be getting started on those babies sooner rather than later. Why the thought didn’t give me indigestion is beyond me, but again, I’ve learned in the last few days not to question myself and my reactions when it comes to her.
The newness of her is both exciting and terrifying; now I wonder if she feels it too. Granted, what she feels doesn’t change a thing, but it would be good to know that I’m not doing this alone. Come to think of it, she’d better be feeling what I am, or it’s her ass. I started to go back to her and drag it out of her but thought better of it. I shouldn’t keep the doctor waiting, especially since I hate having strangers in my place.
Only for her would I do this. Damn, she’s already a pain in the ass. If I give her even an inkling of the kind of power she has over me, my life will become even more disturbed than she’s already made it. Oh well, I’ll think about all this later once she’s asleep. For now, I just need the doctor to tell me that she’s okay and I haven’t done any real harm.
The housekeeper had led the doctor into the sitting room to wait, and I took the time after dropping off the tray to read her credentials that Lisa had forwarded while I was otherwise occupied. Everything looked fine, but she’d have to do anyway at such short notice. I’ll wait and hear what Samantha has to say about the experience and then decide if we should keep her.
It’s only as I stood in front of her after introductions were made, and I made doubly sure that Lisa had already had her sign a nondisclosure contract that she asked me what the problem was and I became lost for words. How the hell do you explain to a professional that you’ve hurt your woman with your size without sounding like a complete dick?