Page 74 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
Her body stilled, her bones stiffened in anticipation of his hand’s continued travel in the same direction. Dr Frederick did not disappoint and steadily, as if drawing an unseen pattern on her skin, wandered up her thighs. His hands navigated past both petticoat and drawers, till he got to the naked centre between her legs. Helena felt fire everywhere his finger trailed. And when he finally got to her, her breath ceased. Her body so stiffened, her heart must have paused. His professional fingers didn’t wander or need for direction. Dr Frederick knew what he was doing. His index and middle fingers moved swiftly, sliding in and out so fast they might as well have not entered, but even that was enough. The abrasion of his fingers against the lips of her cherry had Helena holding the doctor even tighter, pressing her breasts against his chest. Dr Frederick rapidly enveloped his mouth around one taut nipple, nibbling gently on it.
Helena couldn’t control her whimpering. Her moans, she muffled to gasps. She was desperate to return the favour. Helena moved her hands down into his breeches. She loosened the buckle quickly, setting the apparel on a downward movement. She wrapped her hands around the taut cheeks of his buttocks and savoured the dull push of his member against her naked belly. There was a sharp, sweet pain from her nipple. Dr Frederick had pulled a bit forcibly before returning his mouth to hers. His kiss took away her senses for a while as she attempted to rescue her consciousness against the headiness of his overpowering kiss. Helena, desperate to return to what she was doing, broke the kiss. She wrapped one hand around his erect member. Her hand failed to cover enough of its area as she wanted, so she introduced the second.
Dr Frederick’s fingers ran back under her skirt, to the opening between her drawers. This time their flicking wasn’t fleeting. Eased by the wetness of her cherry, and the slick nature of her sweet centre, Dr Frederick’s fingers dipped in and out, sliding up and down without respite. Helena, for lack of something else to hold on to, gripped his member tight as his fingers unravelled her. His thumb would intermittently rub on her swollen clit, notching the pangs of pleasure to a peaky crescendo. His two fingers soon became four. No longer satisfied with their sliding motion, he dipped them in and hooked them inside. His hands vibrated at incredible speeds, driving Helena wild with pleasure. She felt an ache in her belly, a pleasure-driven dull banging. Helena held his wrist and eased his hand out. She wanted to pace him, but Dr Frederick had other ideas.
As she removed his hand, Dr Frederick moved back and pointed his member at her cherry. Helena stared wide eyed at the imposing form of the engorged part.
This is actually about to happen.
Helena’s intention rushed back faster than a soldier’s bullet. For all her wild bodily adventures with him, Helena was not ready for the final step. She shook her head and moved backwards. There was a bewildered look in his eyes. He attempted to dip himself in again, and Helena shook her head.
“Why?” Dr Frederick asked.
Helena looked away from him and shook her head. She knew he would be disappointed. There was a rush of intense shame that made her draw her gown’s skirt down before buckling her shift. She wore her dress, leaving only the rope behind untied. Dr Frederick’s member had cooled, and on seeing what Helena was doing, was returned back into its sheath inside his breeches.
Despite her attitude, Dr Frederick wasn’t embittered. He sat beside her and held her hands tight.
“What is the matter?” he asked.
Helena shook her head. It wasn’t too much of a big issue, but in her primal yearn for Dr Frederick, Helena hadn’t realised that a union of sexes was the end product. She was reluctant to offer herself to a man she might not marry.
“Nothing,” Helena replied.
“So why suffer the sudden change in demeanour?” Dr Frederick asked.
Helena shook her head again. It was not a matter she would discuss with him.
“I wasn’t ready,” she timidly said.
“Weren’t ready? You weren’t ready for – Oh!” Dr Frederick exclaimed.
He nodded and wrapped his hands around her, locking them just below her bust.
“I understand,” he said gently into her ears.
There was an intense rushing of admiration for him when he said that. Helena looked into his eyes and only saw a genuine smile.
I wish things were so different. I would have given myself up to you.
She rested her head on his chest, its sturdiness reminding her of her surprising discovery.
“For a doctor, you have hard and lean muscles. To what exercises do you owe your fitness?” Helena asked him.
Dr Frederick grinned. Helena looked up and saw his familiar easy smile on his face.
“It’s too much of a long story. I wouldn’t want to bore you with it,” Dr Frederick replied.
“Tell it to me. We have time,” Helena replied, totally lacking confidence in her outburst.
Justina will start searching for me anytime now.
Helena wished she could spend the rest of the day with Dr Frederick. She couldn’t, and she knew it, so she decided it was better to know the man than discuss frivolous issues that lacked true tangibility.
“I mentioned once to you that my father was a trader in Bolton. Well, he always was and not on the large scale. My parents were barely able to cater for me when I was growing up. It wasn’t a fault of theirs, making an honest living could be tortuous for all of us. I showed a flair for the medical profession from my childhood. I was first an apothecary, learning the trade under a friend of my father and then seeing a chance and seizing it to be Dr Terry Agar’s dresser. When Dr Terry was employed to be a physician trainer at the College of Medicine at London, he helped to get me admitted. I became his student. From then till now is an unremarkable story you can write with minimum creative skills, nothing of note happened. Nothing of note till I met you, though,” Dr Frederick said.
Helena blushed at his flattery.
“So you came to develop these muscles during your time in college,” she said.
