Afterburn

I started grinding my pussy on his finger. “That’s what I’ve heard but I’ve never had a chiropractor work me over before.”

“What a shame.”

“Yes, it is quite a shame. But wait, there’s more,” I said excitedly.

He grinned at me. “Oh, you poor thing. Where else does it hurt?”

“Let me see your hand.” He took his finger out my pussy and I lifted it to my mouth. “It hurts right here,” I said, taking his finger fully into my mouth and suckling on it.

“Really?”

I could tell he was turned on by me sucking my pussy juice off his finger. “Oh, yeah.”

“How often?” he asked, taking the same finger and brushing my hair away from my cheek.

“It started out periodically but now it’s quite frequent.”

“How frequent?”

I gazed into his sexy eyes. “Almost every day; especially at night.”

“That’s common. Most pain gets worse at night, in cold weather, that sort of thing.”

I stood up and started getting undressed. There were no inhibitions left with me. I wanted him and I was going to have him that night. “Hmm, that could be it. My bed is awfully cold at night.”

“Is it? Have you tried turning up the heat?”

He sat there, watching everything come off me. We continued to carry on the conversation like it was casual. Like I was a new patient in his office seeking a consultation.

“Yes, but it doesn’t work. Adjusting my thermostat in my hallway isn’t the problem,” I said nonchalantly as my last piece of clothing hit the floor.

“I see.”

I pulled him up off the couch and undid his tie, removing it swiftly and then starting in on the buttons on his shirt. “No matter what I set the temperature on, no matter how many blankets I put on my bed, it’s still cold. Freezing even.”

“Aw, well, I see what your problem is.”

Yardley grabbed my hands and kissed the knuckles on each one, refraining me from taking the rest of his shirt off.

“You do?” I asked him, breathing heavily with our mouths mere inches apart. “Explain it to me.”

He released my hands, took his open palms and ran them down over my breasts and my nipples that were as hard as black pearls. “All of these aches you’re feeling are caused by a mis-aligned spine. You need me to straighten it out.”

I lowered my hands and started undoing his belt buckle. “And how would you go about that? It sounds painful.”

Yardley closed his palms around my breasts and squeezed, exerting just enough pressure to make me wince with pleasure. He knew I liked it.

He whispered, “Actually, I think you’ll get a significant amount of pleasure from it.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked as he started sucking on my neck.

“Oh, yeah.”

He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him, my knees straddling his thighs. He drew my left nipple into his mouth and devoured it like it was a peach.

I moaned. “So explain it to me. How you would go about it, I mean.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders as he pushed my breasts together and licked and sucked back and forth between the two. He worked them over for a good five minutes before responding, “I can straighten out your spine in one of two ways.”