Page 12 of Tempting the Doctor

“Okay,” she says, reaching down between us to guide my cock to her tight hole. “Now about that quickie you mentioned a second ago…”

I drive into her, reveling in her gasp. Even more in the way her fingers grip my shoulders. As much as I love the feel of our bodies touching, I rise up to watch her perfect tits bounce with every one of my thrusts. I tweak her nipples and feel her pussy clench around me as I bring them to tight nubs. I have to lean down again to taste them, and she traps me close with her legs tight around my back. Her teeth clamp around my shoulder, and I grunt as I pound her body with my cock.

As much as I enjoy coming inside her, the thing I crave is making her cry out with the orgasms I give her. It’s remarkable how easy it is to bring her to a screaming mass of quivering jelly. The slightest touch against her slippery clit makes her clench and cry out, biting down harder on my shoulder. I feel her spasm around me and keep working the slick nub, my cock aching to shoot inside her, but I’m addicted to hearing that sweet scream and want her to come again.

She grabs onto me, crying out my name as her tight channel squeezes me dry inside her. I see stars, feel like I’ve died and been brought back to life in the space of a few seconds, then fall into her waiting arms.

Breathless and sated, I can barely kiss her neck before slumping to the side. “You’re fantastic.”

“I have no complaints about you, either,” she says.

I start to say more, how I can’t go without her after this, and that I’ll never want another woman again. Instead, I just lie in her embrace until we’re able to get up and get ready to spend the day together. I shower quickly, then head to the kitchen to fix us coffee and a light breakfast while Mandy has her turn in the shower.

When we’ve finished breakfast, we dress for the day. I slip on a t-shirt and jeans, then wait in the living room for Mandy to finish getting ready. My breath catches when she walks into the living room and the sunlight streaming in from the windows catches on her shiny red hair.

“You look beautiful,” I say, taking her in. She’s wearing a simple green top that makes her eyes sparkle and high waisted jeans. I’m glad to see that she thought to pack sensible shoes, rather than heels, even though I hadn’t told her where we were going.

She looks me up and down and nods approvingly. “I like you in casual clothes, Dr. Miller.”

I give her a light smack on her perfectly plump ass. “Don’t start that again,” I growl.

There’s a shopping area not too far from the cabin at the base of the mountain, and the weather is crisp and bright, so we decide to walk once we park at the edge of town. She shyly takes my hand as we wind our way through the streets, window shopping. She comments that she needs to come back to do a feature on the place for her paper, and I get a rush of jealousy that she’s thinking about work. I push it down and pull her in for a kiss that leaves her cross-eyed.

“No more work-talk today,” I tell her. “I want you all to myself. If you do it again, I’ll start detailing my last surgery to you.”

She beams up at me. “That actually sounds pretty interesting.”

With a grimace, I pull her toward the shops. We walk through the charming little town, our clasped hands swinging between us. We stop to look in all the shop windows. Every time I see her admiring something, I offer to get it for her until she finally stops and takes me firmly by the shoulders.

“Just because I like something doesn’t mean I want or need it,” she says, a mock frown on her pretty face. “I’ll let you buy me a postcard, and that’s it.”

I can’t seem to make her understand how much joy it would bring me to shower her with gifts, but I don’t want to start an argument. I have to accept that she’s independent, but I hope eventually she’ll let me give her everything. We eat lunch at a sandwich shop, striking up a conversation with an older couple.

“You two must be newlyweds,” the woman says, looking us over with warm eyes.

Before Mandy can answer, I kiss her hand and tell the woman we are indeed newlyweds. “Loving every minute of our honeymoon,” I say.

The elderly couple chuckle and wish us luck with our future as they leave.

“Why did you say that?” Mandy admonishes, her cheeks bright red.

I shrug. Because I wanted to see the old people laugh. Because I wish it were true. My heart feels like it stops beating in my chest, which is something, as a heart specialist, I know isn’t possible short of me falling over dead. That’s just what Mandy does to me, especially when I realize I’m hopelessly in love with her, and know beyond a shadow of a doubt I want her to be my wife. It’s too soon to tell her that though, so I just shake my head and shrug.

As soon as we’re back at the cabin, she wants to check out the jacuzzi on the back deck. She hurries up the steps, already pulling her sweater over her head.

This is why I think I’m in love with her, her easygoing, fun loving, absolutely daring personality. Not to mention those tits that are now free, shaking delightfully as she wriggles her jeans down her hips. I hurry to join her, peeling off my own clothes as I move.

She stands before me, a big smile on her face and nothing but a lacy thong on her curvy body. My cock pops out over the top of my underwear, and she reaches for it as I slide my hand between her thighs. The tiny scrap of fabric that’s tight against her pussy is soaking wet, and I run my finger back and forth across the smooth satin. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me, trapping my cock against her heat. I carry her into the hot tub, easing both of us into the hot, welcoming water.

She finds the controls and turns on the jets, and I’m almost sorry to lose sight of her beneath the churning water. After kissing her until she’s panting, I grip her hips and turn her toward the edge, lifting her so she’s leaning over it, her perfect ass right in my face and the churning bubbles teasing the space between her thighs. I run my finger underneath the thong, easing inside her as she presses back against me. The water slides off her back, and the damp ends of her hair cling to her skin between her shoulder blades.

I kneel behind her and have to pause with my fingers deep inside her pussy, one hand on her lower back, my cock swinging between my thighs, and just look at her for a second. She’s utterly gorgeous, breathing hard as I stretch her for my cock, her pale round ass cheeks dimpled with goosebumps as she waits for me to take her from behind. I pull my fingers out of her, making her moan when I cup her mound to knead her clit. My cock aches to be inside her, but teasing her is so much more fun. She arches her back as I circle the slippery nub, pushing her thong out of the way so I can feel all of her.

“You’re going to torture me again, aren’t you,” she gasps, grinding against my hand.

“And you’re going to love it,” I tell her.

Her head drops forward, and she nods. “You’re right.”

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