“I may be your lover, but right now I’m also your doctor Chelsea, and I need to make sure your heart can handle this.”

I nearly convulsed.

“Here we go,” Sean said, taking my hands and carefully placing one hand on either side of my throbbing wet opening. “Go on, love.”

I felt every single nerve ending on my body respond, an onslaught of pure sensation from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Still shivering from sensory overload and breathing erratically, I brought my hands in closer to my sex. I was already so aroused I was frankly scared to keep going. My chest moved quickly up and down with my breathing as tears pooled in my eyes. I felt Sean’s hands come down over mine again.

“Can you feel me breathing, Chelsea?” he asked softly, nuzzling my neck with his lips. I nodded. “Steady your breathing, love. Try and match my pace.” My breathing gradually slowed and my heart was no longer pounding against my rib cage. “That’s it,” Sean said, kissing me behind my ear and then licking the tip of my ear lobe. “Just like that,” he coached, continuing to breathe evenly to keep me calm. “Just like this,” he said, guiding our hands in slow circles, gradually spreading me wide open. I gasped again. “And this.” He moved my right hand directly over my clit and made me rub it slowly, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from me as I squeezed my buttocks together instinctively.

I felt like I was having an out of body experience. From high above our bed I could see the two of us, me with the gown spread wide and my legs spread even wider, supported from behind by Sean’s strong, lean scrub-clad body. Watching him use my hands to navigate my now sopping wet pussy was such a turn on that I started to writhe and moan more loudly, unable to keep still. He switched our hands, setting our left hands on my clit to keep up the rhythmic rubbing and moved our right hands to the hot wet entrance of my throbbing opening.

Then he took my index and middle fingers and slid them inside me, moving them slowly in and out, pushing in deeper each time. Releasing my hand, he left me there to continue finger fucking myself. “Oh my God, Sean, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I cried.

“Don’t worry, love. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? Now don’t forget to breathe,” he said softly. And then I felt the diaphragm of Sean’s stethoscope on my chest, and felt his left hand gently palpate my right carotid pulse. “That’s it love, let go. I want to listen to you while you climax. Let me hear that beautiful heart pumping fast and hard. I know you’re close …”

“Oh, God, Sean …” I cried, grinding and bucking against my fingers, and then pulling them from my wet pussy to focus on my throbbing, engorged clitoris. “Oh my GOD …” I screamed, arching my back and feeling so close to the edge it was becoming painful.

“You’re okay, love. I’m right here.”

“Sean, I don’t know … I don’t … oh, fuck, yes. I … I …” I was trembling, so overtaken by sensory overload that I couldn’t even finish my sentences, the feel of Sean’s stethoscope on my chest driving me wild as I came closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s it, Chelsea. That’s it, love. Come for me.”

“I’m … oh, God … I’m so c … close baby,” I cried. Sean shifted his stethoscope onto my tricuspid, and I felt my body tense and freeze, frankly terrified by what I was about to feel. Seconds later I felt my body detonate into the most intense, all-consuming orgasm I’d ever had. I was wetter than I’d ever felt in my life, and the aftershocks of my orgasm kept going and going. I was all sensation. Buzzing like an exposed electrical wire.

“Shhhh,” Sean said softly, continuing to listen to me as I jerked uncontrollably and shuddered with each breath. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Breathe with me, Chels.” After a while my breathing slowed and I was able to take full breaths in and out without shuddering.

“That’s it,” he said softly, taking the stethoscope from his ears, plugging it in to mine, and placing the diaphragm on my chest. I could hear my heartbeat slow under Sean’s expert hand, and felt the rest of my body begin to decompress. Sean quietly took the earpieces from my ears and set the stethoscope aside, then removed the blindfold from my face. I looked up at him and he planted a soft kiss on my lips, then closed my gown and pulled a blanket up over us.

“Well,” Sean said, running his hands gently through my hair, “it seems you do have some kind of low-grade infection, likely viral.” He pushed my hair to one side and planted a tender kiss on my neck. “Nothing that a few days of rest and another check-up won’t fix.” That made me giggle.

We lay there in each other’s arms, relishing the silence and watching our curtains billow languidly in the summer evening breeze. As the sun set, the air coming through the windows became chillier, and I snuggled more deeply into the warmth of Sean’s body. I could hear his strong, steady heartbeat thumping under my ear. It was one of my favorite sounds.

“Sean?” I said dreamily.

“Hmm?”

“Why do you only call me ‘love’ when we’re playing?” I lifted my head from his chest so that I could see his face. I could see him mulling it over speculatively, and then he shrugged a little.

“I couldn’t tell you, really,” he said honestly. “It’s just what comes out. Why?”

I shook my head a little, settling back onto his chest. “No reason really, just curious.”

“I call you Chelsea too,” Sean said thoughtfully. “Don’t I?”

“Yeah, you do,” I said through a chuckle. “Do you really not remember?”

“Honestly babe, the only name I could tell you for certain that I don’t use is Chels.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. Why?” Sean responded more quickly this time.

“Well, that’s easy. Chels is my special pet name for you. It would feel weird for me to call you that in a play context,” Sean said. “But sometimes the lines can blur a little with us,” he added with a chuckle. “So don’t hold me to that.” I smiled.

“Don’t worry, doc. I trust you,” I said, placing a soft kiss on his chest.