Accidents

"Instead of standing there all drenched, why don't you get in the car?" I had no other choice but to get into the car. "I'm sorry my horn made you drop your food." "No, it's okay. It's fine," I said, feeling uncomfortable. "I didn't introduce myself; forgive my manners. I am Damian—Doctor Damian, to be precise."

He was the hot guy I bumped into at the hospital who turned out to be a doctor, Dr. Damian to be specific. I thought his name sounded familiar. Was it Ruth who spoke of him? Oh yes, it was; he was the hot doctor she kept telling me about, I thought.

"I'm Lilith, Lilith Davis," I said. "By any chance, did you come to the hospital to see a man called Zane Davis?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the road. "Yes, he's my husband. I found out he was admitted there, and I should apologize; I came to the restroom by accident. I mistook the sign. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay; I get it. This sort of accident happens more often than you can imagine." He looked at my body, causing my heart to skip a beat before he averted his gaze, seeing it made me uncomfortable.

"You are all drenched. How about we stop by my house since it's closer than the hospital to get some clothes? I'll order something for you to eat since you lost yours because of me. If you stay too long in those wet clothes, you may catch a cold," he said, his eyes still fixed on the road.

"Okay, sounds good," I said, not believing I just agreed.

Dr. Damian's house was not what I imagined; it was so organized and beautiful. Following his lead to the bathroom, I immediately freshened up and put on the shirt he gave me to wear for the meantime while he put my clothes to dry in the washing machine.

"Nice place you have! Who's the designer?" I was already done with my food and just sat down, admiring the house. "I did that, actually. I love to design apart from being a doctor," he said, walking toward me with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Do you mind? Of course, before the food comes, but it's okay if you feel uncomfortable; the rain doesn't seem like it'll stop anytime soon," he said, smiling and revealing a nice set of teeth.

"Oh, not at all. This is actually what I need."

"How strong is it?" I asked. I should try not to take too much; who knows when the rain would stop? I kind of had to get back to the hospital. "It depends if you're lightweight, but I can say for sure it has taste and quality. It's strong in essence, so let's avoid taking too much," he replied, pouring me a drink.

I tasted the wine, and damn, was this how expensive wine tasted? I thought, gulping down the remaining. It started with one bottle and one glass, but it ended with three bottles.

Twenty minutes later, being drunk, I had no idea where I got the courage, but I started telling him about my sexual urges and how I couldn't be satisfied with my husband. I had made some decisions I wasn't proud of but didn't explain that. I still went on to explain how I wanted to have a healthy sex life with my husband but how impossible that seemed despite loving him. And now he's in a sudden accident. Why was all this happening? I voiced it out. I leaned on his shoulder, my eyes already filled with tears ready to fall.

"I'm sorry about your husband, but I assure you that he is going to be fine," he said, looking me in the eye and rubbing my shoulder. We were on the floor, sitting side by side. I still held my glass of wine in hand. "No need to be; you didn't cause anything... (sluggishly) you are not the problem; my husband is the problem... I just want more..." I said, feeling heat beginning to rise between my legs.

"What do you mean?" he said, taking the glass from me. "I think you've taken enough; no more." He was also struggling to keep his composure. I leaned closer to him, pressing my breast against him, meeting his gaze, not daring to look away.

"Kiss me?" I asked seductively. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, claiming my lips. As I leaned in close to him, the shirt I wore exposed my thigh, causing him to lose his self-restraint. Our tongues engaged in a fierce battle to dominate, leaving us both out of breath, with my teary eyes and his sudden hunger.

We both lost our ability to think and just focused on the growing passion that had been ignited. With one swift move, my shirt was off, revealing my breasts. My nipples stood hard; I was excited and already began to feel my body growing hot. He took off his shirt, exposing his chest and hard abs. I had seen his chest for a brief moment in the bathroom back in the hospital, but seeing him now, clear without his shirt on, made me wonder how he was so hot. He unbuckled his belt, taking off the last piece of clothing he had.

He claimed my lips once again, both of us moving backward until my back rested on the wall. Did we pull away? I was going to do it again, and for some reason, I didn't hesitate. The only hesitation I felt was waiting to have him fully in me.

Facing each other with our naked bodies, my gaze dropped from his eyes down to his lips, all the way to his chest. My hands found his chest, feeling his body, and then I saw it for what it was; his cock stood hard. I couldn't fathom how others had it, and my husband's own wasn't even close to being so massive. I gripped it almost with anger, causing him to smirk. Did he enjoy that? I thought it would have been painful given how I held him; I silently asked myself.

He caught my hand and raised it above my head. His grip on my hand was tight. Leaning to my side, he whispered, "Have you ever had it rough…”