Page 66 of Dr. Intern

“You listen like such a good girl,” he praises, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Now I want you to drag those fingers lower. Slide them through your wet cunt, and don’t stop until you’ve got one finger resting inside that tight pussy of yours.”

All I can think about is how I want to follow his every command as my finger slides through my sex and slips inside. I’m soaking wet, and the little bit of friction from my palm against my sensitive bundle of nerves is surprisingly uncomfortable.

“Drag that finger through your pussy and start rubbing around your clit. But, Claire?”

My name sounds like a hesitant kiss, prolonged and desperate for more.

“Yes?” I whisper.

“Don’t touch your clit directly. I want you to circle it nice and slow.”

Everything feels more heightened than earlier, like all of the blood in my body has focused itself on this one spot. This one spot that has my body reaching for more.

“Nice and slow,” Beau repeats, his voice low, “as I tell you what’s going to happen next.”

I comply, my breaths coming faster as I rub two fingers around my clit. Each stroke, each circle, only heightens my arousal, like I’m going to combust if I don’t have some sort of relief.

“I bet your sweet pussy’s drenched right now,” he mutters as I let out a whimper of frustration. “I bet it’s swollen and begging for release.”

“Beau,” I groan without even meaning to.

“Fuck—I’m gonna fucking spill my load just from hearing my name on your lips. Does it make you hot knowing that I’m right there with you? Gripping my cock in my hand as you bring yourself to the edge?”

“Yes.” I can barely say the words because the pleasure is so intense.

“This is exactly how I was touching myself that night in the shower when you watched me. I was thinking about you then, and I sure as fuck am thinking about you right now.”

I pause a moment. “You were?”

Even though Beau’s made his intentions very clear, the admission still comes as a surprise.

“Hell yeah I was,” he confirms. “Your perfect body hasn’t left my mind since the moment we met.”

The way he’s so confident in his feelings for me sends a beat of desire through my sex.

“You didn’t stop, did you?” Beau asks, his tone dangerous.

“No,” I lie, remembering that I’m supposed to be following his instructions.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now take those fingers and rub your aching clit. Don’t stop until I say so.”

I finally rub over my clit, trying different patterns as I feel the tension inside start to escalate to an unbearable level. I cry out, continuing just like he told me to.

“That’s right. Don’t stop rubbing. I want you to feel the way your body lets go, feel those fingers take you over that edge. Keep going. Keep going. Fuck yeah, keep going.”

On instinct, my back arches and I feel a muscle that I didn’t even know I had contract in my core. All of a sudden the tension between my legs shatters as white-hot pleasure shoots through my body. I’m not even sure I can hear Beau’s voice anymore because blood is pounding in my ears, waves of relaxation pulsing through me.

My hands fall to my side as I try to catch my breath and steady my heart rate. My skin feels tight, every inch sensitive to the air above me and the sheets below me. How have I gone my whole life without experiencing this kind of release? It’s so much better than I could have ever imagined.

Slowly, I roll my head to the side and face the phone, still on speaker. All I hear is Beau’s heavy breathing, and I wonder if he just experienced the same ecstasy that I did.I hope so.

“You there?” I whisper, imagining him naked on his crisp bed with his dick in his hand.

“Barely.” He chuckles like he’s trying to catch his breath. “I think I just burst a blood vessel. That was fucking hot.”

“It was?”

“Hell yeah.”

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