Recovery, Chapter 2

by Emily

She takes my cheeks in her perfect, delicate hands. She enfolds my upper lip between her lips, so soft and cool. My heart leaps and jumps and pounds inside my ribs, and my arms instinctively wrap around her shoulders. She takes her time, subtly pausing every few moments to allow us both to breathe. Her lips are closed, but the kiss is so much more passionate than the awkward teenage tonsil hockey that I’m used to. Her hands on my face heighten the intimacy, and the kisses are so deep that the sensation is all through my body, affecting every cell.

She pulls away and looks into my eyes. We worship each other without words, only soft gazes adoring each other, and I take her face in my hands. I kiss her, slowly at first, then passionately and with all my heart. She moans into my lips, causing her lips to vibrate against mine, making the sensation a hundred times more amazing. She rubs my back while we get lost in our kiss, and my hands wade in her hair, stroking the silky cascades of her dark ponytail and cupping the back of her skull in my hand. “Precious girl,” she whispers to me in a momentary pause in the kiss, “sweet, precious Emily.”

She lays my head back down, kisses me once more on my forehead, and removes the top of her pink scrubs. I gasp at the flawlessness of her body, her lacy bra, her flat belly, the sexy little ring in her navel, the perfect creamy complexion of her skin. She smiles at me, obviously pleased at my reaction. She unhooks her bra at the front, removes it, and her milky-colored, perfectly shaped, breasts bounce free. My eyes become even wider, and my jaw drops. Her nipples are large, much rounder than the pencil-eraser shape of mine, and dark in color. Everything about them amazes me.

As I lie there, transfixed, she takes my hand and places it on one of her lovely breasts. I begin to stroke lovingly, gently, exploring the warmth and softness of her cleavage. I squeeze softly, and she moans quietly as I become bolder and more curious. I’m getting wetter between my legs, and my heart is pounding as I build up a rhythm, rubbing and pressing as her ecstasy builds. I then take the nipple between my fingers and tweak it slightly, rolling it between my fingertips.

“Oooh, oooh,” I can hear her moaning, enjoying every touch. She cradles my upper body in her arms and eventually removes my hand from her nipple and places it on the other breast. I look up at her, confused, until she makes her intentions clear. She offers me the nipple to suck on, and I take it hungrily between my lips. One of my hands holds her breast in place while I suck deeply, like a nursing child, and the other is playing with her other nipple, causing her to squeeze me tight against her. She supports my head in one of her hands and my back in the other.

Finally exhausted, I wrap my arms around her neck and hug her tightly, and she hugs me. “I love you so much, Dr. Tyler,” I tell her. She kisses the top of my head and tells me she loves me too. We kiss each other again, deeply, and take a moment to study each other’s faces. I get lost momentarily in the four different shades of green that make up each iris, in the lovely contrast of her black hairline against her milky skin, in the sheer perfection of her, and I know her eyes are worshipping me as well.

She asks me to remove my pants. I’m almost embarrassed to show her my pussy. My attackers shaved me, and it feels so exposed now that there’s no hair. There are bruises on my hips and pelvis, and a huge hickey on my thigh. And my pussy’s wet, but I’m sure she expects that after what just happened. I pull my pants down slowly, then my panties, and she looks at the area first as a doctor- with carefully masked shock- then as a friend- with tears in her eyes- then as a lover, intoxicated with lust despite the fact that she’s begun to cry softly. I realize that I’m crying too.

“Alright sweetie,” Dr. Tyler says, “First I’m going to check you for trauma or internal injuries, then we can do more, if you want.” I nod, and she places her hands on my hips and begins her examination.