At least, not until today.
“I wasn’t that hungry anyway, but you need to eat something,” I remind her.
“This is gonna work,” I’m quick to add as we reach the lounge room. It already feels more comfortable now that Mandy’s here.
Now she’s home.
“But you’re gonna have me do everything for you for a few days,” I caution her.
Both of us feel the edges of our mouths twitch into little smiles.
“Everything?” she asks, sniffing away her last tears.
“Everything,” I tell her. My voice drops to a hoarse whisper as I lay her out on the biggest couch. The one that even makes me feel small when I stretch out on it.
She sinks into it, and I ease myself down onto my knees to be closer to her.
I move her leg to get a pillow under her ankle. Without realizing it, I am moving my hand up the inside of her thigh.
Her breath shivers, and it’s clear that her need is matching my own, ankle or not.
The mess in the kitchen be damned. There is only one thing I’ve wanted in my mouth for hours now…days even.
And it’s only inches from me now, right between her pretty little legs.
“I’m gonna have to examine you,” I murmur softly, pressing my hand deeper into her softness as my hand rides up inside her thigh.
“Make sure you haven’t...hurt anything else,” I manage to get out before our mouths lock again.
Her trembling body stiffens once my huge hand reaches her sex. Hot with her arousal, I can feel her mound quivering under the pull-up pants she has on.
She gasps with urgency when I lift my lips from hers, already wanting them all over her body instead.
“Foxx,” she whispers, but not in pain or upset by anything anymore.
Her hands start to move from my face down my neck, clawing gently at my pecs which flex and twitch in time with the ache in my cock.
I can feel my seed rising already. But we’ve got so much to do before we get to that.
“I think an oral exam is what’s called for here,” I growl, pressing my fingers gently against her mound, drawing another low moan from her.
Her hips, those child-bearing hips, start to rotate, and she lifts herself, gently bucking against my thick digits.
Her wet valley is already yielding to my touch through the fabric, and already it feels like my exam is long overdue.
She lifts herself just high enough for me to slide her pants down her creamy thighs without another word. Her soft lace underwear puts up no resistance.
It’s as if her whole body knows this is what she really needs.
Her glistening slit parts for me, showing pure, pink lips as her right leg drops to the floor without effort. Her injured ankle is still raised up on the thick pillow.
She gasps again, and her breathing feels so fast, so erratic I’d be worried if it wasn’t for the situation I’ve created.
My own breath is the same. Both of us are frantic. The tension that has built up is about to explode.
I look at her face and notice she’s torn between still trying to say something and giving in completely to her pleasure.
Her eyes flutter back in her head, and my fingers start to explore her moist opening, flesh on flesh for the first time.
A little tuft of the same blond hair on her head quivers, making my own lips twitch as I growl hungrily.
I gently massage into and around her swollen clit, bright with her essence, drawing another long moan from her as my free hand works to undo my scrubs.
Getting out of my clothes is secondary to getting her out of hers. I’m just taking some pressure off my aching cock, freeing it, and feeling it press into my abs as I marvel at just how perfect she is.
She lifts her sweater off over her head. Those perfect tits of hers, bouncing in greeting before they settle on the folds of her soft belly before she lays back for me.
For the first time in my life, I feel lost for words, and I don’t feel like waiting or being patient.
I don’t feel like being conservative or ‘proper’ anymore.
Mandy’s unleashed the beast in me, and from the way she’s groaning, it’s clear she wants a beast right now.
Now and forever, here’s hoping.
“Are you ready for your oral exam?” I ask her sternly, letting my hands grip the inside of her thighs until I see the color change.
She whimpers yes as her little entrance twitches and quivers, almost mouthing the same.
“Tell me you want it, Mandy… I need consent,” I rumble, feeling like I’ll explode from the excitement this is giving me.
The thrill of her playing along, the very real and pressing need we both have right now.
“Ooooh, Foxx… Dr. de Silva… Yes… Yes…,” she gasps. My ravenous mouth covers her hot sex in a second.