CHAPTER 28: 'PHYSICAL THERAPY'
"May I come in?" he asks her.
"Mmm...okay...I guess," stammering a little as he walks through the door carrying his black bag and wearing the white jacket. She closes it behind her and leans back against it; staring at him as she slips off her shoes and socks.
He looks at her curiously. "Are you okay, Ms. Lane?"
"I'm fine," she says. "Why do you ask?" not moving from her spot against the door.
"It's just that you seem a little nervous. Were you not expecting me?" he asks her; walking slowly towards her.
"To be honest? I wasn't expecting you. Apparently my boyfriend forgot to tell me. And I can promise you that he will be punished when I see him," raising her eyebrows at him.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Ms. Lane," shaking his head as he comes closer.
"Oh really?" she remarks. "And why is that?" furrowing her eyebrows at him.
"He gave me strict instructions NOT to examine you if you said something like that," the hint of a smirk on his face; now standing only a foot away from her.
"He did huh?" swallowing thickly as he moves even closer.
"That's right," he says; his fingers reaching out to stroke her cheek.
"Mmm," a sigh escaping her lips as his fingers slowly glide down her check; not stopping until they reach the base of her throat. "I guess I could let it slide this time," closing her eyes.
"I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that," whispering in her ear. "In addition, he told me that you just got the cast off your ankle and that you need some physical therapy for it. Is that correct, Ms. Lane?" softly kissing her behind the ear; both hands gripping her waist.
"That's right," moaning a little as his fingers begin to unfasten the buttons on her shirt; starting with the bottom one and working their way to the top.
"That's not exactly my ankle, Dr. Kent," she whispers.
"I'm quite aware of that Ms. Lane," slipping the shirt off her shoulders and exposing her pink-flowered bra. "I do love pink," his finger finding its way in between her breasts and lightly grazing her skin. "Very sexy," his lips moving from behind her ear to lay soft kisses along her collarbone.
"What about my ankle?" she manages to gasp out as his hands move down to the waistband of her jeans.
"What about it?" pulling down the zipper.
"Doesn't it need some attention?" moaning as his hands push her jeans down past her ass; falling to the floor.
He kneels down in front of her so that he could completely pull off her jeans; tossing them away. "I have a different exam to perform before I pay attention to your ankle, Ms. Lane," standing back up in front of her.
He unhooks her bra and tosses it aside. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs; his fingers enveloping each nipple.
"Oh Dr. Kent" she moans again; her head tilting back as he pinches her nipples between his fingers.
"I'll make sure I mark this down in my records."
"Mark down what?" still moaning while he's playing with her nipples.
"That my patient still moans when her nipples are pinched between my fingers," his lips moving in between her breasts. He lets go of her nipples and slowly kneels down in front of her; his lips leaving soft kisses down her stomach. He doesn't stop until he reaches the lace edging of her matching panties. He inserts his fingers inside the waistband on both sides of her; slowly gliding it down her legs until they reach her ankles. He pulls them off completely and tosses it alongside the bra.
"Exactly what kind of examination is this anyway, Dr. Kent?" she whispers; her eyes still closed.
"It occurred to me that I haven't examined you while you were standing up. So that's what I'm doing," lowering his lips to her inner thighs. "How does that feel Ms. Lane?" gently nibbling his way up towards her core entrance.
The soft moan that escapes her lips is his answer. "I thought so," he murmurs; softly blowing between her legs.
"Mmm," his lips gently sucking on her clit; her body tingling with every nibble. His hands cup her ass as his tongue begins to dart in and out of her.
"Ahh," she moans again when his fingers squeeze her ass while his tongue is busy swirling around inside her. Her fingers are caressing his hair as he continues to pleasure her. All the sensations her body feels is driving her to the edge. "I feel it coming," she cries out when he inserts several fingers into her and thrusts them deeply inside her; hitting her g-spot every time. "OH YES!" she screams out as the orgasm hits her; her back arching off the wall and her pelvis twitching like crazy.
He catches her when she falls towards him; collapsing into his arms. He lifts her up and carries her over to the couch and lays her down against the pillow; sitting down on the edge of the couch and gazing upon her as her breathing slowly returns to normal. Then he reaches over for the black bag and pulls out the clipboard. She opens her eyes at last and watches as he begins to write. "What are you writing Doctor?" she asks him; propping herself up on her elbows.
"I'm writing that the new examination went extremely well and that you responded like I hoped you would," continuing to write.
"So what are you going to do next doctor?" a lilt in her voice.
He looks up at her when he hears the change in her voice and smiles. "You'll find out in a minute," winking at her. He places the clipboard on the coffee table and stands up; taking a few steps backwards as he begins to undress. "I just want to make sure that you still want me to perform the rest of this examination naked," stopping for a moment.
"I don't mind," winking at him.
"Very well then," unzipping his pants and taking them off.
"You like going commando - don't you, Dr. Kent," smiling up at him.
"I suppose your boyfriend does too," he remarks.
"Oh yeah," a big smile on her face.
He smiles back as he sits back down on the edge of the couch next to her feet; picking up her foot and laying it across his lap. "How does this feel?" beginning to gently stroke her right ankle.
"Mmm," she murmurs. "That feels really good," she replies. "You have the magic touch, Doctor."
He continues to stroke her ankle; adding a little more pressure. "How's that, Ms. Lane?"
"Even better."
"The pressure's okay?" he asks her.
"Absolutely," she replies back.
"Good. I'm happy to hear that," smiling again at her. Then he lifts her foot up and begins to suck on her toes. "Mmm," he mutters. "You have such tasty toes," flicking his tongue between them. Her foot tenses up as he continues to suck on them. "You like that don't you," looking over at her to see that her eyes have closed again. "I thought so," laying her foot down and doing the same thing to her other one.
He lays down her foot and picks up the clipboard again. "Patient has very tasty toes and loves it when they're sucked." He puts the clipboard back down and makes his way down the couch until he's sitting next to her waist. "Just so you know Ms. Lane, I do have to perform another breast examination on you," leaning forward to whisper it in her ear.
She opens her eyes and looks into his. "I absolutely agree with you about needing another one," she says teasingly.
"Good. I'm glad you understand," crawling onto her and straddling her thighs. "So, Ms. Lane, do you have a preference?"
She looks at him curiously. "Preference for what?" she asks him.
"Which one you want examined first?" raising his eyebrows at her.
"It's your choice,Doctor. As long as they both get examined, that's all that matters," raising her eyebrows right back at him.
"Great," his hands moving to cup her breasts. "How does that feel?" gently squeezing them.
"Mmm," she sighs; closing her eyes yet again.
"Great," he says again; continuing to squeeze them. His fingers take hold of her nipples and begins to gently pull on them; rolling them between his fingers.
"Ahh," she moans as he continues to play with them.
"I just love the way you moan, Ms. Lane," letting go of one of them. He then takes it into his mouth and begins to suckle from it greedily; still rolling the nipple of her other breast
"Oh yes," she moans a little louder when he flicks her nipple with his tongue; his teeth barely grazing the very sensitive skin surrounding it. Then he switches to the other breast and pleasures it in the same way. "I love how you do that," she gasps as he continues his activity.
"Mmm," he moans softly; finally letting go of her breast. He leans over and picks up the clipboard; writing "Breasts are still sensitive when sucked. Recommend that breasts are sucked at least three to five times a week or more if necessary," putting the clipboard down.
"I like that recommendation," she quips; looking up at him.
"I thought you would," he says as he gets off of her and stands up. He picks up a blanket that's draped over the couch and spreads it out on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I have two more exams to perform on you. I need to make sure that you're still able to have an orgasm from sexual intercourse," coming back to her and lifting her up in his arms; carrying her over to the blanket and laying her face down on the floor.
"I think I'm going to like this examination," turning her head to look up at him.
"Oh you will Ms. Lane," placing a pillow under her head and carefully laying down on top of her.
"I don't think you've examined me in this way before," she whispers.
"You know what, Ms. Lane? You're absolutely right," lowering his lips to the back of her neck; his hands resting on her shoulders. He starts laying a trail of soft kisses; not stopping until he reaches the small of her back. A moan escapes her lips when he starts licking her in between her cheeks.
"Oh Doctor Kent," she cries out; her back arching as he licks her up and down a few times. Then his hands reach under her to lift her up until she's on her knees and lying on her elbows.
"So are you ready for this part?" whispering in her ear.
"Uh huh," she moans softly.
"Alright then," he says; positioning himself at her entrance, then slowly moving forward and not stopping until he's fully inside her. "How does that feel, Ms. Lane?" he asks her.
"It feels amazing," she replies; her eyes still closed.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me," beginning to thrust inside her. "Uhh," she groans with pleasure as he penetrates her over and over again; hitting her aching wet inner walls. "MORE!" she cries out as he goes deeper inside her.
"Like that?" he asks; hitting her harder; his hands covering her breasts.
"Oh yeah," she replies. "Just like that."
Her body starts to shudder as he shifts into super speed. "Did you know that I have a nickname Ms. Lane?" he mutters.
"I...had...no...idea..." gasping between thrusts. "What...is...it...?"
"It's Kal," he replies with the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
"Oh..." she moans loudly as the vibrations...well...vibrate throughout her body. "I...had...no...idea..." still gasping as the orgasm hits her with an intensity that overwhelms her. "AHHHH," she cries out as it flows through her veins. "Ahh," she moans softly; collapsing onto the floor as her body begins to settle down.
He has his own climax a few seconds after her; collapsing on top of her. He rolls off her and lies on his back next to her. "Oh wow!" he utters. "That was amazing Ms. Lane," turning his head towards her.
"It sure was," rolling onto her back and looking over at him. "So what will you be writing on your clipboard over there?" she asks him.
"I think I'll be putting that patient had no problem having an orgasm and it's likely she never will," raising one eyebrow.
"I have a feeling you're right about that," smiling back at him. "So what's the final examination?"
He kneels down next to her and lifts her up into his arms, then stands up. "It's something you have to do for me . Well...actually...it's really something you have to do TO me," carrying her over to the kitchen table and setting her down on one of the chairs in front of it. Then he sits down on the edge of it.
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what it is," she says with the hint of a smirk.
"It's good that I don't have to spell it out for you," leaning half-way back; his hands resting behind him on the table for support. "What I need for you to do is take as much as me into your mouth as you can."
"And why do you need me to do this?" raising one eyebrow at him.
"Well," hesitating for a moment. "It's more of a personal reason, Ms. Lane," he confesses.
She looks at him curiously. "A personal reason? What kind of personal reason?" she asks him.
"Look Ms. Lane," he begins to say, "It may be unethical of me to say this, but I've come to realize that I'm falling in love with you and..."
"You're WHAT?" pretending to be shocked.
"I'm falling in love with you, Ms. Lane," he replies.
She jumps up from her chair and stares down at him. "You're in love with me," she states.
"That's right," his hand reaching up to caress her cheek.
She steps away from him for a moment. "Look, Dr. Kent," she begins to say, "You have no idea how flattered I am, but I am hopelessly and passionately in love with my boyfriend. I'm really sorry," leaning forward to lightly kiss him on the cheek.
"I understand," taking her hands in his and lightly kissing them. Then he lets go and gets off the table; picking his clothes off the floor and getting dressed. "You know," picking up the black bag and his clipboard, "Your boyfriend is a very lucky man," smiling at her.
"I'm the one who's lucky," she says with a smile.
"No. You both are lucky to have found each other," walking up to her and kissing her on the cheek. Then he walks over to the door and opens it; pausing in the doorway. "You've been a wonderful patient, Ms. Lane."
"Call me, Lois," she replies.
"You've been a wonderful patient - Lois," smiling one more time as he walks through the doorway; closing the door behind him.
She goes back into the living room and lays back down on the couch; closing her eyes. A moment later she feels a kiss on her cheek. She opens her eyes and looks up. "How did it go?" Clark asks her.
"Wonderful as always," smiling up at him as he sits down.
"So nothing out of the ordinary happened?" he asks her.
"Well..." pretending to hesitate for a moment, "He did say he was in love with me. But I told him that I was hopelessly and passionately in love with you."
"Good answer," leaning over her to plant his lips on hers.
"There is just one little thing that bothers me though," a small frown on her face.
"Really?" looking curiously at her. "What's that?"
"Well...he was supposed to do physical therapy on my ankle. And to be honest, he didn't really do much for it."
"That doesn't sound like him," picking up her foot and caressing it. "How's that feel?"
"Very nice," she says. "Do a little more of that and maybe 'Clark Jr.' will get some attention," smiling at him.
"Well then," he replies, "I better get cracking," winking at her as he begins to massage her ankle...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Two chapters left *sigh*
