Holy shit. I wasn’t sure where this was headed. As my breathing accelerated I became very aware of my naked breasts moving up and down, my nipples hardening nearly to the point of pain.

He recapped and capped the thermometer several times to make sure I now knew what it was. I swallowed compulsively to try and wet my increasingly dry mouth – pretty much the only remaining part of me that was. Sean took my feet and pushed them upward so that my knees bent, and then slid his hands slowly up my shins, stopping at my kneecaps. I was breathing so heavily I could have been in a birthing class.

In that calm, authoritative voice that he knew drove me wild, Sean said, “I need you to relax, Chelsea. Take slow, deep breaths in … and out. Just like that, love. Nice and slow, so that I can watch your beautiful breasts rise and fall with each breath. There you go,” he said. And then, on the next deep exhalation I made, he spread my knees wide open with his hands, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me as my now swollen lips were forced apart, leaving the entrance to my dripping wet pussy fully exposed. “Oh my God,” I whimpered, feeling everything between my legs quiver and twitch as Sean’s hands continued to hold me, spreading me open wide. He moved his hands slowly from my knees.“Relax your hips and let your knees fall wide open, love. Good. Now don’t move.”

A moment later I flinched at the unexpected touch of Sean’s fingers as they spread my labia gently apart, fully revealing the moist entrance of my vagina. I was shivering and whimpering and breathless by now. “Shhhh,” he soothed, fingering my entrance and rubbing my wetness around and around before slowly inserting two fingers deep inside of me. “Now,” he said calmly, slipping his fingers out of me, “let’s see if we were able to get that fever down.”

And then I felt Sean push something cold and hard inside of me. I cried out at the sensation, not because it was painful but because I’d never felt anything like it before. Part of the thermometer was inside of me and part was protruding from my vagina. It wasn’t large, but it was unexpected and my muscles tensed up around it, not wanting to accept it.

“Breathe, love. It won’t stay inside if you can’t relax. And we need it to stay inside, okay?” He came to the head of the bed and I could feel him stroke my hair back as I got my breathing under control and relaxed enough to accept the thermometer into my vagina.

A few moments later I felt the pads of Sean’s fingers on my radial pulse. I was trying to imagine what I looked like at this moment, splayed out completely naked on the bed in the frog position with a thermometer hanging out of my throbbing pussy and Sean looking hot as fuck taking my pulse.

As if that mental imagery wasn’t enough to put me over the edge, I then felt the cold diaphragm of Sean’s stethoscope make contact with my chest again, and just about combusted. I could feel my pulse throbbing under the weight of Sean’s fingers as he shifted his stethoscope over my tricuspid. Taking his fingers from my wrist, he lingered at Erb’s point again, likely savoring the sound of my thumping heart as much as I was savoring him listening.

The timer beeped and Sean moved swiftly, placing his left hand gently over my pelvis and using his right to carefully remove the thermometer from between my legs. Tapping lightly on my knees, he indicated that I could close my legs. Then he picked up where he left off with the chest auscultation, leaving me guessing about my temperature.

“Breathe deeply for me please,” Sean said, having moved his stethoscope back up my chest to begin a lung auscultation. He shifted over to the left side. “Again. Good,” he nodded. “And again,” he said shifting to lower lung fields. “And once more. Okay, love, time to listen on your back. Sit up for me.”

I straightened and sat up in bed. With one hand flat against my chest, Sean forced me forward a bit, and began auscultating my posterior lung fields. “Take a deep breath in ... and out,” he directed. As Sean moved the diaphragm methodically across my back and told me how he wanted me to breathe in a calm, quiet voice, the sensory overload washed over me like a tidal wave and I started shivering.

“Hey, hey,” Sean said softly. His auscultation complete, he set his stethoscope aside on the bed and brought the gown up and over my shoulders to cover my back. “You’re okay, love.”

“Chelsea, I need you to shift down a bit on the bed,” Sean said, taking my hands in his and helping me shimmy down. We were so well attuned to each other’s bodies that he knew exactly what I needed. As I shifted down I felt the pillows that were propping me up displaced by Sean’s body as he slid in behind me, snaking his arm protectively around my waist. He pulled me in close against him and I took a slow, deep breath, reveling in the feel of my body against his. Sean nuzzled my neck, his soft warm lips making contact with my clammy skin. “You’re okay, love,” he said again, kissing me and bringing his hands to my shoulders. I breathed deeply again, my exposed breasts hungry for his touch.

“Sean …” I whimpered, so aroused that my shivers were escalating to shudders.

“Shhhhh. You know I’ll always take care of you, love,” he said as his hands moved slowly from my shoulders to my bare breasts, taking them in his hands and kneading gently. “Spread your legs for me Chelsea.”

My breathing became erratic and my heart started pounding hard as I bent my knees and let them fall wide open, just as Sean began teasing my hypersensitive nipples with his thumbs.

“Oh, my God …” I whimpered, shocks of pleasure radiating from my nipples directly to my wet pussy. “Now,” Sean said in that calm authoritative hot-doctorly voice. “Touch yourself while I watch.”

“I want you to do it,” I mewled, throbbing everywhere. I could feel Sean’s lips smiling against my neck as he continued his relentless assault on my breasts and nipples.

“I’m going to be busy elsewhere,” he said calmly.