When I woke up to the sight of my husband sitting beside my bed, I mistakenly thought he was there out of kindness and y’know, love. So I was kinda confused when he gave me this ‘I’m really not amused’ face.
"I told you to stay here, Maxxie," he said.
“I did,” I replied automatically like a naughty kid. He let out a sigh. I probably looked as guilty as I was.
"I know you wanted to see them, Maxxie, but you're not well." I pouted at that. “What?”
“C’mon, Bunny. Did you really think I was gonna miss what might well be my only chance to see our kids on stage?” I know it sounds fatalistic, but can you blame me? I feel like this cold is draining me like some massive leech thing. “They were really good,” I said proudly.
"They were," he smiled. "But if you get worse, I'll never forgive you."
“I’ll be fine.”
“You better be,” he told me.
“I will. Now do I get a cuddle or not?” He obliged and gave me my cuddle, kissing me on the forehead. I hummed and hugged back, glad he hadn’t yelled at me or anything.
He smiled, "Even though you've been naughty, the doc says you can go home this afternoon." I may have been a bit excited. Don’t get me wrong, hospitals are great at what they do, but I’ve seriously missed being at home. "I might have to punish you for not doing what I said, though,” he told me with a slight smirk. The man knew me and all my buttons far too well. He’d just pushed all the right ones, and it was all I could do to keep my dick from deciding it was time to wake up.
“How so?” I asked innocently.
He gave me this teasing, thinking face. “I haven't decided yet." Because my dick really needed that encouragement. I kept looking at him innocently. “What?”
“I’ll be good,” I told him, in spite of the tent that had been formed in the blanket.
“You better be,” he replied, teasing it, tutting when my hips snapped up into his hand involuntarily. I moaned a little, latching onto him with my lips. He kissed back and I had to stop myself from grinding into his hand again.
"Am I allowed to come home now?" I asked, desperate to be back with my husband in our bedroom just me and him.
"I'll see if I can pull some strings," he said, abandoning me there with my raging hard on while he went off to go work his magic. I waited there for him impatiently, lying on my hands to stop myself from misbehaving. Hadley came back with the news that I was free to go provided I had one more check up. I was willing to go along with whatever they wanted if it meant I got out of there.
He was in doctor mode as he dragged me into one of the empty private rooms, being all smart and professional about it as he asked me to strip. I was curious to see if this check up would be entirely innocent, especially given that I was still sporting my boner.
He went through all the things I guessed he was supposed to; blood pressure, pulse, temperature, that kinda thing. As far as I could tell, all of it was pretty normal, at least, for someone in my state.
"How would you say your sex life is?" he asked in his professional voice.
“Fine, though I’ve been denied lately, which has been frustrating,” I reminded him.
"And roughly how often would you say you have sex per week?"
“Recently? None,” I said, sulking a little.
“Interesting,” he commented, scribbling something down on his clipboard. I tried to get a look at what he was writing but he kept it all hidden and what I saw was in that stupid scrawly handwriting that no one but doctors can read. "Have you spoken to your partner about this?" I nodded. “And what did they say?”
“That I had to agree to let my daughter get a pony and get better first.”
I watched as he scribbled something else down before I was instructed to lie back on the bed. He did some more tests on me, all of which seemed to turn me on more. I couldn’t tell whether any of them were real tests or not, and I didn’t care after a while. He made sure that no one was about to come in before straddling me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from stripping him right there.
"Do you think your partner would mind me doing this?"
“I think he probably would.”
He put his hand over my crotch, "Do you want me to stop?"
“I should probably get permission for this first,” I breathed. I was so wound up by this point that even palming me a little had me moaning.
"I'll ask you again, do you want me to stop?"
He gave me a smile, "Good. If you could get onto your knees please, Mr Fuller-Smith," he got off me and I shifted onto my knees, watching hungrily as Hadley essentially did the world’s slowest strip tease. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, which caught my curiosity. He lubed up a finger and gave me some bullshit about how this was another medical exam before slipping it inside of me, fingering me with ease. He added a couple more fingers, keeping this up until I was so close to the edge that I didn’t think anything would stop me from coming.
And then he stopped.
I complained quite a bit, only half noticing that he was taking the gloves off and putting a condom on.
He climbed on the bed, trailing a finger down my spine, "How often would your partner do this for you?"
I shuddered a little at his finger making its way down to the small of my back, not exactly feeling all that coherent. I managed to get out a noise sort of recognisable as “dunno.”
"How often would you like your partner to do this for you?" he asked me, lubing himself up.
“All the time,” I moaned, making him chuckle before he took me.