CELIA

It felt so fucking good to stand there topless in front of him knowing that he was devouring the sound of my beating heart. I had crossed a line – a bright line – into territory that I knew was dangerous. And I didn’t care.

Taking a deep cleansing breath with my eyes still closed, I moved the diaphragm of my stethoscope over my aortic valve and I felt his hands slowly leave my breasts and trail down my sides. My breath caught as his hands slid over my rear end, squeezing gently before pulling me closer. I felt the heat of his body and inhaled the scent of him. My heart rate accelerated and I knew that he could hear my body responding to his touch.

This man knew how to use his hands. It was so erotic that a deep sigh escaped me, leaving my mouth slack. A moment later I felt his lips brush over mine … the faintest whisper of a touch … tentative and reverent, and a soft moan escaped me. His capable hands returned to my behind as the kiss deepened and he took my bottom lip delicately into his mouth. He was so methodical and sweet and sensual, it was driving me crazy. I sensed the energy in the room slowly shifting as his mouth continued to explore mine, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Was I ceding my control, letting him take the lead? I think I was. And it felt fucking amazing.

I could feel the tubing of my stethoscope shifting, and was then surprised to feel him place the earpieces gently back into my ears. With the diaphragm still firmly planted on my chest, I let my eyes open ever so slowly and my heartbeat quickened. Our faces were inches apart, and his striking pale blue eyes were fixed on mine. Being this close to him and feeling his body heat warm my bare chest was intoxicating.

Without a word, he turned my body around so that my back was to him and planted his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his rock-hard erection against my behind. “Is this okay?” he asked quietly, blowing gently over my bare shoulders as his lips lingered in the warm crook of my flushed neck.

“No,” I whispered. “But do it anyway,” my self-control now completely disabled by his touch and his kisses.

"Is your heart pounding?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, turning my head to the side in an attempt to kiss him. But he surprised me by taking his hands and using them to turn my head firmly but gently back the way it was.

“Uh, uh …” he tsked. “Eyes straight ahead.”

Holy shit that was hot.

He ran the tips of his fingers down the sides of my bare torso with a feather’s touch, skimming the sides of my breasts and then bringing his hands to rest flat on my belly. My breath caught and my heart rate accelerated.

“How about this?” he asked, unhooking my belt and moving to unbutton my pants. “Is this okay?” His lips had returned to the crook of my neck, and I could feel them against my skin when he spoke. My nipples felt hard as rocks. I hesitated, finding it difficult to manage my breathing.

“No,” I said, without much conviction. “Not okay.” He stopped immediately, and it felt like we were caught in a freeze frame. He didn’t budge, and I could feel him breathing hard against my body. When I didn’t say anything more, he finally asked, “Really?”

I let out a soft cry and dropped my chin to my chest in defeat. “No. Not really,” I finally said. I could feel the moisture building between my legs and tried to stay still.

“It seems like you’re somewhat conflicted about this,” he responded, unzipping my pants slowly and splaying the two flaps open.

“Mmmm,” I mewled, my hips beginning to move uncontrollably.

“So I’m going to take it nice and slow, doc,” he said, sashaying my pants down over my hips, just past my rear end, and running his finger slowly and deliberately up and down my slit, over top of my panties. I let out a soft moan of pleasure and bit my bottom lip in an effort to contain myself.

Dear God. Was this really happening? I was so fucking wet. I moved the diaphragm of my stethoscope directly over the apex, and heard my heart pounding furiously. Then he leaned down to kiss me under my ear lobe.

“Now,” he said in a measured, hushed tone as he removed the earpieces from my ears, “I’m going to sink my fingers deep inside of you while I listen to your heart beat.” My head fell back in pleasure, landing in the nape of his neck, and this time he didn’t move it back. “Are you ready for that?” he asked.

My body responded instantaneously, making words unnecessary. I imagined his strong, tanned forearm in between my pale milky breasts, his hand disappearing inside my cotton panties … and then it happened. The stethoscope landed at the inside base of my left breast just as his fingers made contact with the lovely confluence of moist folds at my introitus. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers moved in slow, sensual circles. “Your heart is beating very fast, Dr. Valero.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, reveling both in the exquisite feel of his fingers, and the knowledge that he could hear what I was feeling: a beating so intense that it was beginning to make my entire body throb.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his fingers continuing their circular teasing.

“Mmmm …” I moaned in pleasure as my arousal intensified. “Yes. Yes …” Then his fingers were inside me, thrusting in and out mercilessly as I continued to mewl, eventually crying out, “Oh my … GOD …”

His thrusts were so rhythmic, consistent, and relentless I could feel my pleasure mounting to a fever pitch. “Do you like this pace?” he asked breathily, moving the stethoscope to my pulmonic. I nodded excitedly, too wound up to speak. “Can you feel me, thrusting in time with the rhythm of your heart?”

Sweet Jesus.

I could. I was coming apart at the seams.I could feel it all. All of me could feel it all. I was buzzing with arousal from head to toe, and I knew I was close to climaxing. I could feel it wash over me like a wave … making my vagina ache in hungry anticipation, my hips now unable to keep still. I was bucking hard against his hands for maximum friction, breathing hard and heavy as the wave mounted. “Oh … ah. Mmmmm,” I mewled helplessly. “God, please!”

The wave surged, and surged, and surged as he shifted his hand slightly, placing his thumb directly over my engorged clitoris, applying relentless pressure as the thrusting continued. The wave crested in a moment of pure, undistilled pleasure and I could no longer stay still. I bent forward to try and absorb some of the overwhelming sensation pulsing through me, but it was no use.

By now, Tanner had removed the stethoscope from my chest and his hand from inside my panties . He rubbed his warm hands up and down my bare back lightly, like a feather, as I rode out my orgasm bent over and screaming.

When my breathing slowed some and I started to straighten up, Tanner turned me around to face him and, without missing a beat, stripped my black pants down and off of my legs. I was standing facing him in nothing but my panties, and it was so fucking hot.

“Time for me to have a look at you,” he said in a calm, somewhat dispassionate voice that I recognized, because I often used it with patients. “Have a seat,” he said, patting the exam table with his hand. His tone said no sense fighting it, just has to be done. His eyes said you look like a fucking goddess.

“Good,” he said quietly. “Now sit up nice and straight for me.”

He watched hungrily as my breasts jutted out and further showcased my raw, hard nipples.

“Now take your hands and hold them behind your head like so …”

I did what he asked, at once both mortified and unbelievably aroused. The fact that I was sitting on my exam table in my office, naked, playing doctor with my patient …

Former patient, Cece …It was so out of character for me, which felt both terrifying and liberating. I began to feel a pulsation in my nipples, a dull tugging sensation that felt almost like a magnetic pull from the inside out, that was growing stronger, becoming quite unbearable.

“Take down your hair,” he said, watching me with hungry eyes.

What the …?

I made quick work of removing my hair clips and pins, then shook my head back and forth a few times until my thick blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. Tanner shook his head slightly, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. He approached me cautiously, almost as though if he moved too fast, I might disappear before his eyes. Then he grabbed my stethoscope and hung it carefully from my neck so that the black tubing ran between my breasts, the bell landing between my legs. I could see his breathing pattern change as his eyes met mine.

“Don’t move,” he said.

Holy shit.

Stepping back a few feet he stood there in silence and took me in, a look of pure wonder on his face.