BURIED SPARKS

ANNA'S POV

My breath caught at the question. His smirk grew wider.

God, he was so handsome.

But I couldn't let this happen again. Not with Tom's friend for that matter.

“Forget that night ever happened,” I said firmly, making sure my voice didn't shake. “Whatever we did that night...it's in the past. A mistake. We've never met before today. Understand?”

He leaned back on his chair, just watching me. His gaze stripped me of my clothes, probably imagining my body from that night.

“Fair enough.” His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it.

I nodded, relieved that he didn't argue. Picking up his pen, he continued with his questions.

This time, the questions felt a whole lot personal. Maybe it was what he asked his other patients, but I find that hard to believe.

“Let's talk about your arousal levels during sex.” His eyes locked on mine. “For you to get pregnant, it's important. Do you get wet naturally, or do you need lubricants to help that area?”

What the hell!

My eyes widened, is that a medical question?

I shifted in my seat, the sweat already soaking my underwear.

“I....ummm...I get wet naturally.” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He nodded, writing it down. “That's good. And, how sensitive are you? Does light pressure on your clitoris make you throb, or does firmer pressure do the trick?”

Is this normal in a consultation?

My breathing picked up, my mind going over that night he rubbed on my clit as he pounded in me.

“I prefer a firm pressure there.”

He leaned closer, his cologne filling my nostrils. “Interesting, but as your doctor I need more details. Can you describe how your body feels when you're close to climax? Does your vagina tighten or pulse?”

I knew we were crossing boundaries, but my body longed for it.

Nipples trying to poke out from my bra, as I pressed my thighs together, smashing my pussy lips together, a zing going through me.

His words had me worked up already, something Tom's cock couldn't even do.

“It tightens when I come,” I whispered, my face red as a tomato.

“And penetration?” He asked smoothly. “ How deep do you like it. Shallow thrusts, or you like it deeper with something a lot thicker hitting that spot inside you.”

His eye bored into mine, I couldn't look away.

I was sure he knew what I was thinking at that moment.

How that thick cock of his stretched my cunt walls as he shoved into me from behind as I held onto the sink for my life.

My thighs were getting soaked at the memories.

“I like it deeper.” My voice is barely audible, trying hard not to moan. “It feels good when I'm stretched full.”

He smiled knowingly, eyes filling with lust.

“These questions are to help you, Mrs Goldberg. Moving on, do you need any other form of stimulation to come, apart from being stretched fully? ”

My pussy pulsed, imagining his mouth on me, lapping my juices clean.

Shame mixed with guilt at what I was enabling.

“Not always but sometimes I need extra stimulation,” I confessed.

“What extra stimulation?” He pressed on, his voice low. "Is it fingers circling your clit, or a tongue?"

He was crossing all lines of professionalism, but I didn't have the willpower to stop him.

“Yes, something like that.” I breathed.

My pussy was pounding with the blood quickly filling it.

He nodded, eyes trailing my body again.

Thank God for bras.

My nipples were straining out, the sensitive points rubbing against my bra.

“One more question. How wet do you get when you're aroused? Is it heavy, like it soaks through your panties, or just a little dampness?”

Gosh.

I was ashamed and wanted to tell him to stop. But I couldn't deny how my body wanted him.

“I soak through my panties,” I answered, my eyes dropping to his thigh.

I shouldn't have.

He was so hard, his erection pressed against his slacks. I could even see the huge cock head with a damp spot forming already.

“This is wrong.” I hissed out, shaking my head out of the lust-filled haze.

He smiled a bit, as he could see through my bullshit.

“Is it? Or your body just needs proper manhandling for better results?”

Before I could lay it out to him, the door burst open.

Tom strode in, phone still in his hand.

“Is everything all good? What did I miss?” He asked.

Marcus straightened, his cold clinical mask slipping back on.

“We were just going through some routine questions. And, we're also done for the day.”

Tom nodded at him, smiling like a loon. “That's great. So, what's the next step?”

“We'll set up tests to check Mrs Goldberg's hormones and do an ultrasound," Marcus said as he stood up.

He grabbed a card from his desk and pushed it towards me. “Mrs Anna, you can call me anytime if you have questions. Anything at all, I'll be available."

His words had a double meaning and I sneaked a look at Tom.

He was clueless as always. At least now it's working in my favour.

Marcus' fingers brushed mine as I took the card. “ Thanks”

As we left, Tom chatted away about things I really didn't care about.

It's okay, I told myself.

I didn't cheat on my husband again, now I'll just have to convince Tom about changing my gynaecologist.

Preferably someone who hadn't been inside my pussy.