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“You don’t have to be,” I said. I reached for his cheek and rested my hand on his face, touching him. He felt so warm and soft, with a hint of stubble. I caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I promise, it’s fine. I understand. I can’t get pregnant right now, so there’s no need to worry.”

“I know,” he said, leaning towards me. “You’re so beautiful. Beatrice would never wear underwear like that. That’s the wrong thing to say, isn’t it? I don’t know why I’m saying it.”

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt so strange right now, as if I were someone else entirely. Was I really doing this? “I wore them for you.”

That did it. I don’t know what I expected, but Asher satisfied every possible positive outcome I ever could have dreamed of. He swooped in and kissed me, his mouth hard on mine. Fast and urgent, he put one arm behind my back and held me up while his chest and lips and face tried to push me backwards. I returned the kiss, needy and wanting. I grabbed at his dress shirt and pulled him towards me, for all the good it did; Asher was already pressed tight against me with no space between us.

“I’d like to go over the procedure,” he said, pausing our kiss and whispering into my lips.

“Are you my doctor?” I asked with a slight smirk.

“It’s always good to get a second opinion.”

He kissed me again, his mouth opening and his tongue joining mine. I closed my eyes and languished in it, in his aggression and passion. Guided by pure impulse, I spread my legs when he squeezed my thigh with his free hand. My lips adored him, couldn’t get enough of him, and I felt like it was impossible to do anything but kiss and touch and tease him. He kept me on the brink of passion, teasing me by pulling away. Just a slight bit, but enough that I came forward and inched my way back towards him. When I was sitting straight up he made his move.

His hand between my thighs crept closer and closer to the center of my being. Caught off guard and heady with lust, I never noticed it until he made it quite a bit more known. His fingers curled underneath the frill and lace of my pink chiffon panties and tugged them away from my arousal-slick sex. Teasing my slit, running a finger up and down and between my lower lips, he pushed me over the edge. I went willingly, ecstatically, gyrating my hips on the table and scooting towards the literal edge of it.#p#分页标题#e#

“This is for—” he said in between frantic kisses, “—medical purposes, of course.”

“Yes,” I said, more of an exhaled breath than a word. “Yes, I know.” The door was closed, we were in the room alone, and we had nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about for now, at least; consequences always came after the fact.

I grabbed at his belt and scrambled to unbuckle it. While I did, Asher pushed one finger inside me, teasing at my inner walls. He curled his finger, gently pulling, pressing against me. I scrambled all the faster, finally getting his belt undone. Without a moment of hesitation, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Hidden behind his boxers, his cock sprang to attention, the head just barely jutting out from the slit in the front of his tented underwear.

“Please,” I said, practically begging. “I need your second opinion.”

“Shh,” he said. “I’m the one in charge here. I’ll tell you what you need.”

He moved away from me and pressed a finger against my lips, the same finger that was just inside me. Acting on instinct, desperately wanting him, I licked his finger and tasted myself on him. It was sweet and sticky and a little strange but I liked it.

I think it surprised him to see me like that, so debauched and sexual. It surprised me, too.

Asher grabbed his cock and weaved it through the slit in the front of his boxers. So hard and hot and sexy, I wanted him so badly. I watched him, stared at his erection, seeing what he might do. Waddling towards the edge of the table, pants around his ankles, he pulled my thighs further apart and held them against his hips. His cock bounced up, the side touching against the front fabric of my panties, the head pointing towards my navel.

He held my leg in one of his hands while his other hand pulled aside my undergarment. With my glistening slit revealed, he needed no further invitation. He looked at me with lust-filled eyes and nodded. The idea, the situation, my head filled with scenes of provocative allure. And then we made a scene of our own, something real instead of fantasy.

With dainty fingers, I guided his cock to the entrance of my slit. Asher was much less dainty in his actions and he pushed into me. I gasped, shocked and delighted at his body’s sexual demands. He thrust into me, a quick pound, and then pulled nearly all the way out. I wanted more, him inside me always, and I pulled at his hips, pleading with him with my eyes.