Minding Amy

"Good, now roll over so I can check you out for damage."

"Oh, Dr. Armitage, you do take your work seriously." She poked her tongue at him as she rolled over against the surface of the bed.

Sebastian's breath caught in his lungs, when he saw the beautiful curvaceous outline of her body against the deep burgundy bed cover. Her skin was pale and the flash of pink material emphasized it all the more. He'd never, ever tire of looking at her. The curves of her body made him hard with longing. With one hand, he traced the camber of her back, where it dipped and flared at her hips. Her bottom was perfect, soft and firm, molding to his hand. He forced himself on. Stroking down to her injured side, he met the site of the knock she'd sustained in reception.

"That's one fine bruise you're going to have there tomorrow." He bent to kiss the spot. She squirmed against the bed when she felt his mouth on her body. He blew across the surface of her skin. She moaned into the pillows. His blood was roaring. "The doctor thinks you're going to be just fine, but he prescribes that you should be handled with extreme care."

She glanced back at him, through a heavy wave of hair.

"Handled?" she asked, quizzically. She looked like she'd escaped from a harem, all voluptuous and sanguine, her mouth open, her eyes filled with desire.

He wanted her badly—wanted them joined together again. He put his hand on her hip and rolled her onto her back again.

"Handled," he repeated, then he knelt up on the bed, ripping his t-shirt off and chucking it onto the floor. "I'm prescribing some personal hands on treatment," he whispered, as his mouth descended to hers.

Her lips were eager and moist, parting readily to take his tongue. She caressed his neck then slid one hand down over the hard defined muscles on his chest. She tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with desire, fingers entwined in his hair. She was all woman and he wanted to be inside her and soon. He was rock hard and ready.

"I want you, Sebastian, and I…" Her voice faltered. "I don't want to waste a moment."

"Neither do I." His voice was hoarse.

Her hips moved against him. He groaned. She reached her hand down to stroke his erection inside his jeans. "Is this part of the treatment you're prescribing?"

"Yes," he whispered. He ran his hands over the surface of her breasts. "But I'm hoping for a holistic cure."

He kissed her neck. With her hand on his cock the need to be inside her was growing ever more urgent. He sat up and quickly pulled her top over her head. She pulled his belt from its place and threw it across the room, then tugged on his buttons until she freed his cock from his jeans. Her fingers encircled his erection and slid down its length to the taut mobility of his balls.

"Wait." He captured her chin with his hand, fixing her gaze with his. "Who's prescribing here, huh?"

"Oh," she replied. "If I can bear it. I will try." She pouted, dropped her hand and leaned back on the bed.

He smiled at her teasing words then stood up and dropped his jeans and jockey shorts. "Good girl. Now, let's begin to administer this special holistic medicine."

Reaching into the pocket of the jeans as he cast them aside, he dropped a half dozen condoms on the bedside table.

"Oh, is there lots of medicine that goes with this treatment?"

He nodded and finished his undressing of her, peeling off the sexy pink thong, watching her body as she moved to give him access. His need was urging him on. When she saw his cock twitch with eagerness she whispered his name, and it held a note of desperation.

He nibbled at the base of her neck. He wanted to kiss her from top to toe. She gasped as he rolled her breasts in his hand as he sucked deeply at her taut nipples. He kissed the length of her body, each curve and indentation. Her hipbone was kissed and licked until she whimpered. The arch of her foot got a special rub, and each little toe had its own moment of adoration. She writhed on the bed and when his hand finally closed over her pussy she trembled with anticipation.

"Feeling any better yet?"

She nodded, her hair tumbling against the pillow.

When he ducked down and slid his tongue into her slit, he heard her breath catch. Exploring her succulent pussy, he reveled in the taste of her. It made his balls ache and a low thudding sensation had begun at the base of his spine. Her clit was swollen and when he tongued it back and forth, she undulated against the bed.

"Oh yes," she uttered. "Feeling much better now, you're a very good Doctor." Her tone became more anxious when he reached further into the intimate places he was exploring with his mouth.

"You taste as sweet as nectar."

She groaned and sat up, snatching at him. Her hands latched on his shoulders, her nails drawing across him as he darted his tongue inside her again. The sharp, demanding touch inflamed him beyond redemption. He pulled back, grabbing for a condom. Once it was on he climbed between her opening thighs, his cock seeking her opening. Her eyes were bright and feverish and her thighs drew up around his flanks.

"Sebastian," she moaned, a plea in her voice, hands clutching at him.

With one strong thrust his cock was buried to the hilt inside her and her body closed around it. He groaned aloud, thrusting deep against her, reaching for each exquisite embrace she gave his shaft. Her hands reached for his buttocks, pushing him harder against her, a gasp escaping from her throat each time their movements met.

"Bend your knees higher at my sides," he whispered, bet