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Młynar showed up the next day, much to the doctor's relief. She was so worried the night before that she barely got any sleep, causing her to yawn even more than usual. Unfortunately, they didn't speak much all morning.
"Here are the summaries."
"Thanks."
"If you don't have anything further..."
She could tell he was itching to escape and automatically grabbed the cuff of his coat as he turned away.
He looked at her with a scowl. "Doctor?"
"I turned SilverAsh down." She took a deep breath, looking up at him with a beet red face. "And I love you."
Her words echoed in his mind. Love. Love. She said it first, huh? She loves him. He had the impulse to kiss her right then and there. He tried to restrain himself at first but, staring down at her, that blush that no longer held anything back... There were no more walls to tear down, were there? His heart had already burst long ago. He got down on one knee so that he was looking up at her, reached a hand around her neck, and pulled her down into a kiss.
A tingle went through her whole body. She could hear her heart beat in her ears and her face burned. She leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the man in front of her, already feeling the start of her own desire. Młynar's passion was long pent up, withheld from even breaking the surface, and now it raged forth like a flooded river. And she felt it. He pressed his mouth firmly against hers and, when she gave him access to within, he quickly took advantage, twirling around her tongue, sucking and rubbing. He placed a hand on her waist and held her tight, as if afraid she was going to run away. In an effort to put him at ease, she angled her hand to brush through the back of his silky smooth hair, gently massaging his scalp. She heard him moan into her and she smiled. But this wasn't enough for her.
She pulled back and realised she was light headed. They were both panting.
"What is it?" he asked, concern clear on his face.
"Can we go to my room?"
He thought to ask about the couch but immediately decided not to. The doctor must have her reasons, he thought. And he felt privileged to be allowed into her room, anyway. So he agreed to move to her room and they quickly and quietly slipped out of her office and down the hall, then two flights of stairs. All the while inching closer and closer to impatience.
The first thing they did was kiss again and it was as if they couldn't get enough of each other. She pushed him up against the door and moaned into him. Młynar's hands started out cradling his beloved's face but very soon they were deftly removing pieces of her clothing. She did her part, as well, undoing the few buttons he'd done up and then peeling back his longcoat. She thought he looked quite sexy in that disheveled blue shirt and vest, but what she wanted to see more was it all on the floor.
They moved towards the bed, taking care to not trip over the outer layers they'd already shed. He gently pushed her down and then climbed on top. They broke their kiss so the doctor could sit up a bit and focus a little more on undoing Młynar's buttons. She pulled off his tie and, one by one, undid each button on his vest. Młynar chuckled when the doctor groaned as he shed his vest and she saw more buttons on his blue shirt. Her fingers slipped and he held them there. She looked up at him, about to speak, but he just kissed her, carefully this time, as if she would suddenly change her mind if he were too rough. As his lips massaged hers, he undid the rest of his buttons and took his shirt off. With his chest bare, the doctor couldn't help but feel mesmerized. She leaned forward, kissing the top of his abdomen, and he shivered. He came back down on her like a torrent. He kissed her neck and loved it when she whined with desire. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent, and it drove him wild. In this moment, she was his goddess.
But he was jolted by a thought: Was this really okay? It wasn't too late to stop, he thought and suddenly pulled back.
"Młynar?" she said, suddenly lucid.
He scowled down into his lap, a multitude of thoughts running through his mind, until the doctor reached up and cupped his face in both her hands. She brought her face close to his and for a second he thought she was going to kiss him again but she simply smiled before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. The large dose of skin to skin contact was like a kick to his system, electrifying him everywhere.
"I love you," she said, her voice a whisper. And then she said it again, "I love you, Młynar Nearl," this time including his name as if to make sure he knew she knew who she was with. This wasn't some dream, for either of them, this was reality. This was the culmination of months of pent up longing and she wasn't going to let him think she was going to suddenly change her mind.
The doctor took off her own bra and shifted to take off her pants. Sitting there on the bed in only her panties, she looked at him with loving eyes. "Come here," she said. He didn't move. More firmly this time, she said, "I'm not going to change my mind. I hope you won't, either."
He hesitated. He kept second guessing himself. Was someone like him good enough for her? This whole thing was unlike him. He wanted to ask her if this was really what she wanted, but as he looked into her eyes and saw that she was pleading for him to come into her arms, he felt the strong desire to just give in. Give in. He smiled a little, defeated, and kissed her again. Maybe he was good enough for her. He felt like he was finally starting to understand that she accepted him not despite his flaws but because of them. He kissed her more intensely, hands reaching up to cup her breasts. He felt her moan into his mouth as he played with her pink tips.
She reached down to grab his belt and he jerked away. It had been so long since anyone touched him there that the very idea was a little foreign to him. "Sorry," he muttered. He felt himself blush as he said, "It's been a while." While his admittance was closely followed by shame, she wiped it all away by placing a hand on his cheek and saying:
"That doesn't matter. There's no one else I'd rather be with."
He kissed her atop her head and smelled her hair as he let her finish unbuckling his belt and shifting his pants down. When she was done, he pulled her face up for another kiss, then pushed her down onto the bed. He left kisses all the way across her jaw and down her neck until he reached his destination. He sucked on her nipple gently, swirling it around and brushing his teeth against it in a playful bite. He took his time here, massaging her breasts as his mouth went back and forth, making sure to care for each one equally. Eventually, through her moaning and cries for 'more', she started to rub herself against his thigh, clearly signalling her eagerness. He smiled and let one of his hands reach down to rub against her heat through her panties, its wetness driving him crazy.
Młynar sat up, appreciating the sight of the doctor's swollen tips—his handiwork. He positioned himself a little lower along her body and, with both hands, peeled back the doctor's soaked underwear. Seeing her own wetness embarrassed her and he suddenly felt like teasing her. "You're soaked down here, aren't you?"
The doctor leaned back and covered her face with her hands. "Ugh, don't look."
"Oh, I have to look if I'm going to do this," he said as he lowered himself a little closer and inserted his middle finger. He smiled as he heard her whimper quietly. He loved seeing her trying her hardest to hold back, to make it so that he didn't think she was one big horny mess, but he knew better now. He placed a hand firmly on her stomach so she didn't squirm so much as he put a second finger inside her, then a third. He wriggled them inside her, pressing and massaging her moist inner walls. While it made great foreplay, his true goal was to adequately loosen her up. She seemed slick enough, but past experience told him that he was of certain girth and he was worried for her.
As he watched his fingers bound in and out of her repeatedly, he felt his own desire grow further. He felt entranced by the gleam of her folds and elected to busy his idle mouth. In a smooth motion, Młynar leaned down and took her clit between his lips.
"Hyikk!" The doctor jolted up, propping herself on her elbows to look down at him. "Młynar! You... you don't have to... Nnnn." Her protests turned into a lull of moans as his mouth got to work licking circles around her clit, pressing it, sucking on it. This, combined with his fingers squirming inside her, left her nothing but a trembling, incoherent wreck. A pressure grew inside her, gathering in the place where Młynar's tongue lapped at her hungrily. "A little more," she whimpered and Młynar obliged. He pressed rhythmically on her upper wall with his fingers while he sucked and pressed on her clit. This was it. She ran her fingers through his soft golden hair, cheering him on with her whines. It wasn't long until her whole body tensed up, her hand gripping the blanket, and she came.
Młynar returned to his kneeling position, licking her slickness off his fingers and taking in the sight of his beloved in her semi-lucid state. A bit of drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth and he leaned in to lick it, quickly turning his head to kiss her. She opened her mouth to let him in but could barely keep up, so foggy was her mind. Satisfied for the moment at what he had done to her, he didn't mind just kissing for a while.
It didn't take long for her to rouse from the petite mort and a few seconds later she was already reaching for his waistband. He helped her remove his underwear, a visible wetness staining the front, and she tossed it onto the floor. Finally witnessing his erection, she felt a little intimidated. Młynar saw her trepidation and felt the need to reassure her.
He touched her shoulder and said, "We don't have to proceed."
The doctor didn't need words. She bent over and kissed the tip of his erection, licking the dribble of precum there, and then took as much as was comfortable in her mouth. Młynar hissed inward as she gripped the rest of it with her hand, syncing her strokes with the bobs of her head. She massaged the tip of his glans with her tongue, causing him to draw in a haggard breath. In a few minutes this would be too much, he thought. And he was right. The sight, the sound, the sensation. The length of time he held all his desire back. "Ugh, Doctor, hold on." He pushed her away by her shoulder.
Wetness dripped from her lips but she quickly wiped it away. "Huh? But you haven't—"
"Too soon," he muttered. He had hoped to stave off her giddyness but it was already too late. This was the signal that he was close and she took full advantage of it, returning to her business with a fresh eagerness. He tried to push her away but it was too late. He gushed in her mouth and she took it all down in one gulp. Panic roused within him. "I'm so sorry—"
"Młynar, I wanted to do it. I wanted you to feel good. Don't apologize for that." Her chest felt tight when she saw his downcast expression and moved in to kiss him. This seemed to reassure him—or maybe it was that she was rubbing against his thigh again—and his erection quickly returned. She was also ready to go.
She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him down, and climbed on top. Młynar grinned, amenable to the position. The doctor leaned forward, keeping one hand on his chest for support while the other spread her dripping folds, and carefully began to lower herself. She took a sharp breath as she took him in, feeling his thickness glide inside her until he completely filled her up. Indeed, she was wet enough, but it was nonetheless a tight fit. She wanted to start moving, to make him feel good like he had done for her, but she wasn't sure when she could start moving. He filled her so completely.
Młynar propped himself up enough to kiss her lips. "Shh. It's okay. Calm down," he said and wiped her face. She hadn't realised her eyes were watering.
"I want to make you feel good," she whispered.
"Take your time," Młynar replied. "You'll feel better if you relax."
The doctor took a deep breath in. And out.
He physically felt her tension ease. "There we go. Good girl," he cooed. That seemed to get her going because she sighed and tried lowering herself even further, burying him into her. He winced and quickly placed his hands on her thighs. It felt like she was sucking him in. If that little wiggle alone felt that good, he thought, he wasn't sure how long he was going to last. But the doctor had a little plan.
She placed both her hands on his abdomen and dug her knees into the bed just a little more, straddling him tightly, and started to ride him. She started slow with just a simple forward and back motion, but with every rock into his body she felt his thickness tug at her insides, encouraging her to hurry up. Soon she was greedily grinding into him, giving in to the pressure building inside her, chasing her climax. At some point he had reached around with one hand to pull her down for another kiss while the other hand rested against her, pressing against himself inside her. Harder and harder. She felt him smirk against her lips before he pulled away from the kiss and suddenly bit the nape of her neck. Shivers went down her spine as she let out a cry of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered as she came hard.
He felt her clamp down on him, her entire body shaking as she cried out. But this wasn't enough for him. He wasn't close enough. Swiftly he rose from his position, grabbing the pillow and placing it under her hip as he pinned her down with his groin.
"Wait, Młynar—!"
"Not enough," he growled as he started pounding into her. It was like a beast had finally been let out of its cage.
"Młynar, I just came—!" He placed his mouth on hers, greedily invading, taking whatever he could. But this was too much for her. Her body was too sensitive. Every time he smashed into her sent her one step closer to the edge. He felt her hands fumble against his chest so he grabbed one and entwined their fingers. She moaned against him as she came again. But he still didn't stop. It was like he was chasing after a dream that ran away from him.
"Hic!" She panted in his ear, doing her best to stay lucid. She moaned something incoherent and then whispered, "I love you."
Immediately he buried himself deep within her and came. She felt him twitch inside her as a hotness slowly pooled. "I love you, too," he breathed as he wiped away her tears. He smiled and kissed her again, this time much more gentle and sweet. He tried pulling out but she stopped him.
"Wait!" she cried. "I'm still really... sensitive down there." She was also feeling quite sore but that was to be expected, given what they'd just done.
Młynar kissed her forehead. "It's okay. I'll wait," he said and elected to just hold her until she was ready. A minute or two passed until she gave him the go-ahead and he carefully withdrew himself, making them both shiver. He laid down next to her and sighed. A wave of comfort, of hope, of giddiness washed over him. But he was also tired. He looked over at his beloved next to him and saw her skin glisten in the artificial light. It was as if her whole body had been dusted pink. He smiled. He had done that to her.
They laid like that for a while until the doctor, half asleep, suddenly roused herself off the bed.
"Hm?"
"Have to... clean up," she mumbled lazily. Drops of semen trickled from between her legs as she tugged on the bedding. He felt so embarrassed at the sight of it he whisked her up and into her washroom.
He set her down on the bathing stool and grabbed the removable showerhead, rinsing her down with warm water. She was so drowsy that she almost fell over so he propped her up against himself. With one hand aiming the showerhead down her front, he stuck his other hand inside her. She yelped at the sensation and grabbed his forearm but her grip wasn't very strong so he kept stirring her up inside.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Cleaning inside you," he said plainly, as if he could be doing anything else.
Her chest ached as he continued to massage her insides, too exhausted to do anything else. She tried to hold back but a fire burned inside her and she let out a moan. She immediately stiffened and covered her mouth but the damage had been done. She felt something hard grow behind her and knew, instinctually, what it was.
"Are you trying for a second round?" he whispered next to her ear. "Look, look at all this pouring out of you... Yet you desire more?" He felt her clench down on his fingers and grinned. "Come here." He tilted her head and gave her a kiss before lifting her up and pressing her back up against the cool tiled walls. With her legs hung over his arms and his hands supporting her ass, he slowly pushed himself inside her, groaning as he did so. He had pressed all the way to the hilt when she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, purring and eagerly waiting for what was to come. He took a deep breath and, without any other warning, began to move. A loud slapping sound immediately filled the room and it embarrassed them both.
Over and over again, Młynar would pull out almost completely, and then slam all the way into her again, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. Not only was the leftover seed inside her serving as extra lubrication, she was also much more relaxed now that they had done it once. He thought about how it was like her insides were changing to take in his shape. He knew that wasn't how the body actually worked, but the thought turned him on more anyway. The idea that he would leave an imprint within her, marking her as his and his alone. He impulsively hoisted her a little higher, angling himself for an even deeper thrust, and leaned his head down to suck on her nipples. He was messy and sloppy, but even so, his efforts sent electricity through her. Clearly it took little to pleasure her in her current state.
In an effort to coax her into orgasm, Młynar moved them to the floor. He knew the doctor couldn't stand and wasn't surprised when she crumpled to the floor on all fours. He positioned himself behind her, where he led a single finger from the small of her back up to the base of her neck. He held her here, at the curve between her neck and her shoulder, which he used as a brace as he continued ploughing into her. His pace was much faster now, greedy. He didn't quite feel like himself. With his other hand he reached around and massaged her breasts, taking a nipple between his fingers and pinching it. She clamped down on him and he needed more so he gripped her by the hips, leaned forward, and bit down on the curve of her neck. She cried out, shuddering back into him as she came, squeezing down so hard he struggled with every inward push. But the friction was perfect. He maintained his pace with some effort, trying to utilize her orgasm before it left, until at last he came as well. Once again, and a little regretfully, he poured himself into the deepest part of her.
Like before, he had to wait to pull out. She felt her body pulsing. She was exhausted. Her whole body ached, especially her pelvis. She shivered when he pulled out. By the time he had her back on the stool he realised there was a little problem: there was more of him inside her now. She seemed to come to the same realisation and turned to look back up at him.
"I can do it myself," she mumbled shyly. And he wasn't going to turn her down.
"I'll wash the rest of your body," he said. "Let me run the bath first. Can you sit up on your own for a bit?"
"Mhm."
He cautiously left her backside to start the water and quickly returned when he was done. As they worked together to clean her body, he noticed there were a considerable amount of bites on her—primarily around her neck and shoulder area. He felt himself blush. As his rational mind returned to him, he considered his carnal self beastly. He didn't remember being this wild in the past.
"I'm sorry I was so rough," he said. He genuinely started to feel bad, like he had taken a bite of more than he was allowed—literally.
But she didn't seem to mind. "I enjoyed it. So it's okay."
The silence between them was filled with the sound of the bath running and the showerhead. Młynar felt like he had to say something but he didn't know what to say. Off the top of his head he blurted out, "I didn't know you liked being bitten so much." He regretted his words the moment they left his lips.
"Huh?" She turned to look up at him. He feared she was going to admonish him but she simply smiled, giggled even. "That obvious, huh?"
She warmed his steely heart. That much he would admit to himself. She seemed to take whatever he said in stride, always looking at the bright side and accepting him—he loved this about her.
When they were done washing her up, he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the bath, slowly easing her into the steaming water. "How about you?" she asked.
"I'll quickly wash up and then change the sheets."
"Oh, that's right..." She suddenly remembered how messy they had left the bed and blushed. "Okay. Thank you."
Młynar chuckled, thinking her response quite cute, and then began his tasks. The doctor watched intently, trying to commit everything she saw into memory. He thought her gaze was a little too intense and wanted to say something—but what was there to say? Would he ask her to stop staring at him? If he did, would she? No, he didn't think she would.
He rinsed the soap off himself and quickly dried himself with a towel before reaching for the only bathrobe in the entire cabin. It was obvious from the laugh behind him when he put it on that it was too small for him. Yesterday he might have taken her laughter as a jab to his pride, a sign that she was ridiculing him, but today was different—he was different. He still felt a little embarrassed, though. He turned to her and said, "You never mention this."
The doctor made a gesture that implied her lips were sealed. This was enough for him. "I'm going to change the sheets. I'll be back."
She laughed. "I'm not going anywhere." Her words made him realise that maybe that was what he was worried about. He scowled. No, he wouldn't entertain such thoughts any longer. They were mantras he told himself so that he would feel better when his worst fears came true, but he knew the doctor wasn't going to leave him. For once, he could allow himself to find hope. She was his solace.
Młynar pulled the sheets off the bed, lightly folded them, and then tossed them into the hamper. He peeled the duvet off the blanket and tossed that in the hamper, too. He struggled to put the clean duvet on by himself but he managed. He changed the pillowcases and stretched fresh sheets across the mattress. As an extra, he tidied up their clothes, folding what he could and placing them on the table. When he was done, he returned to the doctor only to find that she had fallen asleep. He placed a hand on her bare shoulder and gently woke her.
"Doctor, you can't sleep in the bath."
"Mmm. Why not?"
He tried not to laugh. "You will catch a cold."
"I see, I see. That's okay."
"No, it is not," he replied firmly. He rolled up his sleeves and reached into the bath to lift her out, propping her up on the side of the tub as he towel dried her thoroughly, especially her long hair. He carried her to the bed and watched her fall back onto the pillow. He sighed. "Do you have clothes to sleep in?" he asked and she nodded.
"Top drawer."
He grabbed what looked like an extra long t-shirt and haphazardly pulled it over the doctor's head. He might've gotten it on backwards but he was running out of patience. Exhaustion was starting to kick in, something he'd been fending off for a while now. He helped swing her legs into bed and then climbed in with her, pulling the covers up over them. She naturally snuggled into him, curling up into his body and entwining herself as much as she could. For a little while he just watched her sleep. He stroked her soft white hair and thought of how beautiful she was.
Exhaustion was now truly upon him and he laid his head down beside hers. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Moja gwiazdo, mój kwiatku, moja ukochana," before drifting off to sleep.