Dr. Valentino (18+)

Teases - 6

Fingers deep into my vulva, my legs spread wide before him, and his face, just an inch from meeting my cervix, Dr. Valentino and I were in a position that had me questioning whatever life had tossed my way.

"Olivia..."

That darning voice of his!

"Don't stop" I cut whatever words he threatened to spew. "Please!" I begged.

Olivia Sanders, who would have thought? Pleading for a man to provide such sensation she never had felt before.

"I don't want you to stop" I gasped.

His gaze remained in mine, studying my profile, perhaps he was at war with his thoughts.

"Please don't stop!" I cried.

"Why?"

"You make me feel things"

"What kind of things?"

"Things I've never felt before"

I saw him hesitate, but that face got crossed with such countenance that had me wishing to pry at.

His eyes were ever soft in mine, the air between us having thickened with such brewing tensity. And with his fingers still providing warmth to my lady part, neither of us dared look away.

"You haven't felt this?" He enquired, striking his finger on the bed of my vulva.

I shook my head, struggling to fight the moan which sought to leave my lips. If I had managed to escape death in a vehicle which tumbled five times, then perhaps I'd be out of luck lain on this bed while this fellow sent teases to my core.

He stroke my clitoral hood, the movements of his fingers slow and tender while pushing in and out. I wrestled with my moans, spreading my legs even wider while he rubbed softly on my clitoris.

And not even questioning the absurd demands of his patient, Dr. Valentino only remained examining me, gaze undivided on my figure.

"Tell me all what Gary did?" He demanded, fingers still exploring the depths of my 'Lady'

I grabbed the sheets with my teeth, my fingers digging into the bed.

"H-he would go out leaving me lone in the mini apartment we shared" all of my words came out in stutters, voice wavering.

Perhaps it was the fact that I battled having the pleasure not claim most of me.

"Go on"

"He would leave me begging for him, wishing he was right next to me, and even when he managed to be with me, I yearned for such satisfaction I never could amass"

"I yearned for gratification"

"What sort of gratification?"

I paused, struggling to control the judders of my figure.

"Like..."

"Like gaining such glee without being starved of it. Like knowing what it feels like to be feminine"

"Such glee like..."

"Like this?"

And in that moment did I feel the trickle between my legs-The liquid which trailed out of my vulva, soaking the hospital sheets.

Dr. Valentino still had his fingers pushing in and out, exploring all that made up my female anatomy.

The sound of his voice, his fingers providing enough warmth and sensation to me, and my legs widely spread before him, believe me, I sunk in that moment.

And I cried.

I cried for the fact that for the past few years, I had been in a relationship which did nothing but wreck me.

I cried that Gary lied that I was all that made up his life and nothing more.

I cried that the guy I used to be in a relationship with, went out to derive pleasure from girls who he deemed were much more pleasing than I was.

I cried for the pain, I cried for the shame.

And of it all, I cried at how much goodness I summed from the fingers of Dr. Valentino, while he he pushed them down onto my cervix.

It was such thrill never ever derived.