There's more?
Seriously?
But...what else is there left to do?
I feel like he's already done every—-oooooooooh.
I nearly lose my grip on the hem of my hospital gown the moment his lips close over my nipple.
Oh God.
I actually forgot he could do something like this, andaaaaaaaaah.
He's started suckling on my nipple, and it feels so unbelievably good.
Yes, oh God, yes.
I have no idea what this test is meant to find out, but I really don't care if he isn't able to come up with a proper alibi for it.
All I want is for him to keep sucking and sucking and sucking—-
Nooooo!
Why has the suckling suddenly stopped?
"D-Doctor?"
"I'm afraid there's bad news."
Bad news?
"Your vulva has suddenly started leaking."
Oh my God.
His hands are suddenly covering mine, and he guides my hands down until my hospital gown is bunched around my waist, and my dazed gaze ends up clashing with his.
Oh.
I'm briefly disappointed to see that he's remembered to put his mask back, but I forget all about this when I hear his next words.
"I'll need you to lie back...so I can see what's wrong."
My heart threatens to jump out of my chest at what he's asking of me.
"I tend to be rather thorough when examining a patient's vulva, and there's a strong possibility that you might experience some soreness between your legs afterwards."
I know he's basically telling me that this is my last chance to back out, but...
Why would I do that when Iloveeverything he's doing to me?
"Would you like to have us continue on another day?"
I look into his eyes and slowly shake my head.
"You're sure?"
"Yes, Doctor."