Daddy, I want more

He moaned into my lips, "I know." When he nibbled at me, the point of one of his fangs just missed my lower lip. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately along the string, through the fabric, and then out into the cup of my top. The sensation of the swimsuit rubbing on my tender nipples was incredible, and I yearned for more. His voice crackled with effort. He paused for a while, then said in a shaky voice, "I'm going to keep going until you tell me to stop." I didn't know whether he was trying to scare me off or convince me. When I tried to speak, my throat suddenly became tight. I was hoping he wouldn't quit on me. For a while there, I lost any sense of perspective and focused only on myself. To myself, I kept thinking about how remarkable and fascinating this adventure was. My silence must have given him the idea that I wasn't going to say anything, since his fingers moved slowly inside from the rim of the cup and over my ribs to the bottom string. As he moved the cloth triangle to the side, revealing my nakedness, I let out a gasp and a little mumble as his hand brushed across my skin. It was enticing to go from the damp, chilly cloth to his warm grasp. Our kiss was shy at first, but it blossomed into something more passionate as we got to know one another. To my horror, he dove into my lips and ran his tongue lustfully over mine. His fingers trailed and pinched at my nipple, and it teased. The feelings were so intense that I could feel my body temperature rising to a thousand degrees and I moaned. A dull ache had settled into my gut, and it was becoming louder and more urgent by the second. As soon as Dr. Johnson moved his leg between my knees, everything went nuclear. When the towel unraveled from around my waist and landed at our feet, I paid it little mind. Instead, I focused on the guy who was applying pressure to my painful spot with the top of his leg. With only one kiss, he had me completely under his control. I'd had a few other male partners before David, but nothing like this. Oh, I groaned. The grind of his leg against mine sent a jolt of intense pleasure up my spine. He pulled back from me, and I could see that his eyes had gotten blurry from lack of sleep. His eyes were ablaze with want. God bless you, Jessica. His voice was shockingly thick and sexual. I'd known him for three years and had never heard him sound like that before. I gave a little shiver, reveling in the sensation and being unable to stop myself. As I slumped against the wall and said, "Shit," my heart sank. It was always a goal of mine to avoid using profanity in his presence, but I found myself unable to hold back the swearing this time. I was ready to collapse from weakness in my legs. "Dr.Jonson-" I'm sure he was aware. He steadied me by tightening his grip on my hips and stepping back. "Carl." My lungs couldn't take another breath. "What?" "Carl. It's me; my name's. Of course I was aware of it. Nonetheless, he insisted that I address him by his first name. He was no longer a child. Really, really elderly compared to me. To me, Carl sounded like the same man I'd only known as Dr.Jonson. Someone who is unfamiliar with you. The term was difficult for me to form. My lips parted to call out his name, but no words came out. The silence that followed his departure made the room seem even colder. As his passion faded and was replaced with an unfathomable countenance, the temperature dropped even lower. Was he beginning to grasp the seriousness of the situation? The phone rang before I could finish my sentence. I recognized the ringtone coming from the pocket of his pants. It was his own personal hospital gown. When I flinched, his whole body stiffened, and we both became immovable. The expression on his face said he wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. The phrase "I'm on-call" is used to indicate that you can reach me at any time. I need to get going-" Yes, "I know you do." I hurriedly nodded and readjusted my bikini in an effort to make it seem like nothing had happened. It's not as if we suddenly realized we were in error. When he turned off his body heat, the room became chilly. He took out his phone, answered it, and walked around the room as the other person talked. Although I was slowly gaining composure and coming down from my desire, my eyes lingered over him as he enquired about the patient. His arms, not only his hands, were gorgeous. His forearms and biceps were toned and muscular. Completely lean and toned up. He seemed quite serious when the conversation ended and we both looked at each other. It's time for me to go. Forgive me. When he apologized, I didn't press him for details. That he had to go since he was in the middle of something and we were interrupted? The actions we took before to receiving the call? In any case, I was unable to express myself. I couldn't even think of anything to say. "Jessica." I could see he was in distress. The question "What just occurred..." He seemed at a loss for words for the first time. I just looked up at him, unable to do anything except take a few quick breaths. "I took full responsibility for it," he said. In a moment of confusion, I closed my eyes. Exactly what was he referring to? I was neither forced or convinced by him. He was kissed by me. Everything had been on both sides. I tried to speak out for him, but no words came out of my lips and no thoughts formed in my head. A deep furrow formed between his eyebrows as he drew them together. The longer the stillness persisted, the more distressed he seemed. Then it was evident he couldn't hold off any longer. The patient required both his attention and the precision of his scalpel.