Scalpel & Espresso

“TELL ME what you feel…” Ardin whispered to her ear. The warmth of his breath is leaving a tingling sensation to her skin. She parted her legs when he slipped his hand inside her skirt.

“I… I—” she stuttered. She couldn’t find the right words to express the burning heat that is penetrating her core. “Oh… please, Ardin…”

Ardin gently pushed his middle finger inside her cunt. She almost squeaked in pain. “You’re not yet ready,” he said and pulled his finger.

“No!” She refused. “Please, go on…” She held his hand and guided it to push through.

But Ardin stopped what he’s doing. “I don’t want to be controlled.”

“Shit…” She muttered and glared at him. “Just fuck me… please.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, woman,” he said before kissing her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored its warmth. His tongue traced the softness of her lips.

A frustrated moan escaped her lips. “Do it too on my mound,” she whispered on top of Ardin’s mouth. “Please, Ardin.”

“Like what? Like this?” His tongue retraced the corner of her lips. “Do you want me to lick your entrance?”

She nodded, biting her lips. She pushed away the sides of her layered clothing to feel her wetness. “Please… oh, God… I’m wet, Ardin.”

His kisses went down on her neck, to her clavicle, down to her bosom. He stopped to unhook her brassiere to free her breasts. His finger touched her already aching tip, while his tongue was teasing the other.

She almost cried in pleasure, she’s deliriously frustrated by what Ardin is doing to her. Her fingers grabbed on his hair when he started to sucked on her swollen tip.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Ardin, please… I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, Baby…” he said. “Not yet…”

“But I’m getting there!” She wanted to get on top of Ardin, but he won’t let her. Her hands grasped on the corner of the table when his tongue started to lick her belly. “Take me, Ardin—oh! Shit, oh…”

A swirl of heat is beginning to form in her stomach down between her legs. She can feel something is about to burst inside her. Ardin caressed her hips on top of her skirt. His hands parted her legs and started to touch her wet mound.

“I want you naked,” he whispered in her ear.

She hurriedly removed her surgical garb, but Ardin stopped her when she’s about to undress her lower clothing.

“I’ll remove them for you,” Ardin said and pulled down her red skirt with force, making her whimper in pain that it caused. “I like it…” he commented. “I like the sound of your protests.”

“Bastard,” she said. “You’ll buy me a new skirt—”

“I can buy you a whole wardrobe of new dresses, Honey,” he said while touching her clit on top of her already wet underwear. “I can buy you anything that you want…”

“I don’t care…” She kissed his lips. “Just stay with me, Ardin…”

Ardin didn’t answer. She can see in his eyes that he didn’t expect the words that came out in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around her neck and plant kisses on his forehead down to the bridge of his nose.

She hugged him tightly. “Just stay, Ardin… and stop being a jerk.”

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