Page 75 of Passionate Defense

“Dear heaven,” she breathed.

Lifting the wheel, he sipped the firm peak into his mouth, nipping and sucking. His other hand didn’t remain idle, tugging lightly and increasing the pressure until her back bowed off the table.

“There’s the fun I spoke of,” he murmured, as his fingers released the compressed peak and drifted down her body. As they traversed her belly and rounded her hips, she tensed, preparing for the inevitable. When at long last he touched her pussy, he gently stroked without penetrating. She spread her thighs and raised her hips, silently urging him to touch her clit or drive inside.

He did neither.

“Can’t ignore this beauty,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin as he moved to the other aching peak, licking and sucking while his fingers kept up their light petting.

His gleaming brown eyes locked on hers the whole time his mouth worked her nipple and his fingers explored her wetness below. It was unbelievably intense, almost more than she could bear. Lanie was rapidly losing control and racing toward a climax. Unheard of without clit stimulation or penetration, but she felt it rising within her all the same.

Her husband knew her well and could read her body’s responses perfectly. Right when she thought he would give her release, he did. But it wasn’t exactly what she expected. He freed her nipple with a wet pop and his fingers stopped stroking, leaving her unfulfilled.

“No, please...I’m so close.”

“You must be patient. I promise to see to both of us after I’m finished with your exam.” Placing one last kiss on her tingling nipples, he moved to the end of the table. “Relax your legs and let your knees fall open.”

That was word for word what her real doctor said when he had her up in the stirrups. Too aroused to care how he knew that or how lewd she looked with her legs splayed wide, offering herself to him, Lanie watched through half-lidded eyes as he adjusted her position, moving her feet until she was exactly where he wanted her.

The pinwheel reappeared, running down the crease between her trunk and thigh. It moved across her bottom cheeks and up the other side. Her legs trembled, and she held her breath when it suddenly veered inward rolling over the soft mound above her pussy. Focused on the wheel, she didn’t see his other hand move and jumped when his fingers spread her open.

“This is a very delicate procedure. Don’t move at all.”

Wide-eyed, she watched as the spikes traveled alongside her clit, first on one side then the other. But her whimpers gave way to a high-pitched wail as they rolled directly over her clit.

“Textbook,” he murmured. “This pearly little nub is standing at attention precisely as it should.” He pushed her knees to her chest. “Wrap your arms around your legs and keep them here.”

“What are you going to do?” Her voice came out raspy. In a heightened state of awareness, her entire body was on edge, the hair on her arms stood on end, her skin was dotted with perspiration, and her heart pounded hard enough to feel the throbbing beat in her ears.

Always observant, Ethan put the tool aside and ran both hands over her belly. He leaned forward, moving over her until they were face-to-face. His fingers came to rest on her throat. “Your pulse is racing.”

“I’m okay. A little nervous, but really turned on.”

His eyes searched her features then came to rest on her lips, which were parted and dry. Her tongue slipped out to wet them and she swallowed.

“A little nervous is good. Turned on goes without saying, but you seem like a spring wound to tight. Do you need a water break?”

“God, no! I need to come soon, or I’ll die.”

“I highly doubt something so drastic will occur.” He observed her for a minute more then lowered his mouth to hers. Seconds later, when he pulled away, he murmured, “Okay, we’ll continue, but I expect to hear your safeword if it gets too intense. And with what I have planned, it just might.”

Oh crap! How much more intense could it get?

After one more slow kiss, he moved down her body, taking his place at the end of the table. Lanie couldn’t look away from the erotic image of his face framed by her thighs, his lips so close to her pussy she could feel his breath. She ached for him.

“I’ll be checking your anocutaneous reflex next.”

“My what?”

He chuckled. “It’s also called an anal wink. When I touch the skin around this tight little pucker, your sphincter should contract.”

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“I told you, baby, pre-med. Be a good patient and let me concentrate.”

All thoughts flew from her head as fiendish Dr. Fischer rolled his metal wheel of torment between her spread cheeks and around the tight ring of her ass. Not surprisingly, she felt her muscles respond just as he said they would.

A deep hum of satisfaction sounded. “There it goes, winking at me as sexy as can be.”

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