Page 88 of More Than Words

“Not really. We both know you’re only thinking with one head right now.”

Before he could respond, they called his name, and we stood, following the nurse through the door and down a hallway filled with small exam rooms. But these had an armchair, a small loveseat, and a bookcase filled with inspirational materials instead of the exam tables with stirrups on the other side of the office.

“Here is your sample collection specimen cup. Make sure both of you thoroughly wash your hands before you get things started. Manual masturbation only, no oral sex or intercourse, as it can contaminate the sample,” she explained, completely unfazed. “There are visual stimulation materials provided on the bookcase. If you have a mishap and any of your sample escapes onto one of them, please throw it away before you leave.”

Adrian’s chest shook as he tried to hold in a laugh, and my cheeks heated as I blushed.

“Any questions?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but I reached down and pinched his thigh. “No, I think we’re good.”

“Sample goes in the box in the wall next to the door. Make sure the lid is closed securely. Don’t use the sanitizing wipes on the specimen container. There are paper towels by the sink if you need to clean up any overflow.”

Nodding, she gestured for us to enter the room. “Have fun, kids.”

As the door clicked closed, Adrian burst out laughing, doubling over as he tried to control himself. “How many times a day do you think she has to repeat that?”

“Can you be serious for like two seconds? People come here because they’re trying to have a baby. It’s not a joke.” Ignoring him, I washed my hands, stepping away to let him do the same before I stood awkwardly in the center of the room.

“I know, babe,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms. “But you have to find humor in moments like this or the worrying will eat you alive. Just relax. This is one step closer to what we both want.”

He swayed us gently, tucking my head into his shoulder. “But right now, the only thing I can think about is making you squirm while I stroke my cock. Take off your blouse, ’cause I’ll rip it off if we don’t get naked in the next twenty seconds.”

Laughing, I pushed him back, pointing to the couch. He paused, pulling the vibrator out of his pocket, and pressing it into my hand. Winking as he held up the tiny remote that controlled it, he stepped backward while unbuttoning his suit pants.

I worked on the buttons of my blouse as he shrugged off his jacket, carefully laying it across the back of the chair, his cufflinks and shirt following.

“Skirt too,” he instructed, pulling his pants and boxers down, shoving them to his calves before he took a seat on the loveseat, the paper covering it crinkling audibly under his weight. “Now the bra.”

Reaching back, I lowered the zipper of my skirt, letting it drop to the floor and stepping free. My bra was next, his cock twitching as he watched me. Standing in front of him in only my lacy underwear and a pair of high heels should have felt awkward, but when his large hand grasped his hard cock, I felt a rush of excitement flow through me.

“Put the toy in.” His voice was low and raspy, his eyelids fluttering while he stroked himself. Adrian, under normal circumstances, was hot, but staring at me with hooded eyes and his abs flexing while he pleasured himself was insane.

His eyebrow raised when I hesitated, but the feral look that replaced it when I slipped my hand inside my panties—pushing the toy into place—had my pulse racing.

“Now come here.” He spread his legs, his free arm stretching across the back of the couch as he settled in, the remote clasped in his hand.

Stepping forward, I panted after he pressed the button, the gentle vibrations making me even wetter.

“Come sit on my lap.”

“But we can’t…” I trailed off at the stern look on his face. The man clearly had a plan.

“I didn’t say facing me. Now, are you going to listen and let me tell you what I want, or are you going to make this more difficult? Turn around and sit on my knee.”

Nodding, I obeyed him, sitting down on his knee. His arm wrapped around me, his palm settling on my breast, the remote still between his fingers.

“I want you to grind on my leg and make yourself come while I fuck my hand, wishing I was inside you right now.”

Oh, fuck. This wasn’t how I’d imagined this process going, but as he pushed the button two more times, I gasped and rocked against his leg instinctually.

“That’s it, babe. Use me.”

His palm massaged my nipple as my hips rocked, the friction of the lace against my clit driving me closer while his breathing became ragged behind me.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, flexing his thigh against my movements. Who would have thought humping your boyfriend’s leg while he jacked off behind you would be so exhilarating? “Wish you were leaking all over my cock instead of my lap right now. I’m going to fuck you so hard later. You’re going to have to lock me out of your office because all I can think about right now is bending you over your desk.”

“Fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back as I got closer and closer.

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