Bad Case of Loving You

"Edna, 32 by 15 millimeters." Noting that the surrounding tissue looks more vascular than usual today, I change the setting to Power Doppler and confirm that blood flow throughout the tumor is distressingly robust. I sneak a glance at Cosima, not for the first time glad that without her glasses, she is much too nearsighted to see my reaction. "I'm afraid you'll probably experience some hemorrhaging later today."

"Oh, joy."

Returning to the standard setting, I resume scanning and taking measurements. "Ethel, Lurleen and Myrtle, all unchanged. And," I redirect the probe to point the transducer at the small intramural fibroid within the myometrium on the right side of her uterus, "Bob is still just Bob."

" ... Myrtle, unchanged, and Bob, ditto, got it," says Cosima, scribbling in her log with the notebook held barely inches from her face. "No new tumors?"

Completing one last sweep to evaluate her ovaries, I shake my head. "Not that I can see." I rotate the probe to untwist the cord and start to slide it out of her when a low moan stops me.

"Mmm. Do that again, babe." Tossing aside her notebook and pen, she rests her arms loosely beside her head and pushes up slightly with her feet that are braced widely apart on the edge of the bed. Swiveling her pelvis, she deliberately puts on a show, giving me an outstanding view of her naked body in wanton display.

I lick my lips, my mouth gone suddenly dry. "Do what again, chérie?"

"Press against the front wall of my cunt. No, a little more toward the — ohhhhh, yeah, right there."

Guiding the probe with tiny movements so that the smooth rounded face of the transducer circles and strokes the small, rapidly thickening area readily visible on the monitor, I am distracted by watching her hands move to cup and knead her breasts. She pinches her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them to hardened points and making me want to suck and bite them. I swallow hard. "I doubt that Requisitions will approve of our using Dyad's $30,000 ultrasound machine as a sex toy, Cosima. Besides, I need to get to work. I'm already running behind and I still have to finish the preliminaries for a — "

"What they don't know won't hurt them. Besides, the probe doesn't cost anywhere near that much. If we break it, you can take it out of my salary. Nnnngghh..."

Dancing the fingers of my free hand over and around her swelling clit, I am careful to follow the motion of her churning hips to prevent the slender probe from angling too sharply inside her. "I would prefer to take it out of your ass, petite peste." Unable to resist any longer, I slip off the padded bench to kneel on the rug beside the bed. Bracing with my elbows to keep her legs spread, I press the probe to the sensitive spot within her wetly clasping cunt as I run my tongue slowly through her folds, savoring the taste of her made saltier by the saline solution I had infused into her uterus to improve the resolution of the scan.

"Fuck, Dr. Cormier," she says, undulating her sex against my mouth, "it's even better when you help."

Just then my phone vibrates on the nightstand. "Merde!"

Twisting her upper body and stretching out an arm as far as she can reach, Cosima grabs the phone and checks the caller ID before holding it out to me. "It's Anisa. Tell her you're going to be late. Like, really really late."

Punching the screen with unnecessary force, I tuck the phone between my ear and my shoulder, placing a cautionary hand on one slim but well defined thigh. Cosima lifts her head briefly to grin mischievously at me and stick out her tongue, then lets it drop back down to the bed with a dramatic huffing sigh. "Yes, Anisa?" I say, careful to keep my voice steady and as neutral as possible.

"Dr. Cormier, pardon me but where the hell are you?" In my mind's eye, I can vividly picture the permanently disapproving expression carved into my assistant's face. "Your meeting to prep for the ISBioTech conference with the senior researchers from the cell and tissue banking department starts in less than an hour and you still haven't finalized the agenda."

Cosima chooses that moment to snake a hand between her legs, momentarily reducing me to slack-jawed incoherence.

"Dr. Cormier?"

I shake my head to clear it, attempting to regain at least a sliver of control over my senses. "Euh, yes. Tell Lakshmi and Daoud and their team that I'm very sorry but I'm going to be late. I have a... an urgent situation that I need to deal with."

Her fingers are shining with her come, making little slick sounds as she circles them slowly over her clit. A long groan crawls out of her throat and pushes its way free past her parted lips.

"How late is 'late'? And what would you like me to tell them about why you're not here?"

Cosima is beginning to writhe in earnest. Her eyes narrow with silent laughter, amused by watching my attempt to extricate myself from this awkwardness. I tighten my grip on the ultrasound probe. Rocking it with even more pressure wrests another groan of pleasure from her and an uncharacteristically uncertain sound from my assistant over the phone. "Erm. Dr. Cormier?"

"My notes are in a folder on my computer desktop. Give them a copy and let them start to work on it. I'll get there when I can." Savagely I disconnect the call and throw my phone onto a nearby armchair. "You," I growl at Cosima, who blinks up at me, her expression the picture of innocence and guilelessness, "are such a brat!" Leaving the probe in place just long enough to go over to the nightstand, I pull out a glove and grab a bottle of lube. I return to the bench beside the bed, resuming my teasing of her cunt with steady oscillations of the probe. Slipping a single gloved finger into her ass, I rub at the transducer through the thin muscular wall, provoking an answering jerk of her hips. She makes a little whimpering sound, the subtle motions sending shudders rippling through her. Slowly, teasingly, I work my finger back and forth, feeling her ring spasm and clutch at me with every minute stroke.

I bend my head to barely touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, then sweep up and down alongside it. Circling rubbing flicking, gently but firmly curling the length of my tongue over the straining little bundle of nerves and working it side to side, I feel it pulse and ripen in response to my every move. My finger in her tight squirming ass fucks her slowly, twisting swirling plunging, making it clench in alternating rhythm with her cunt. Needing to be inside her, I pull out the probe and replace it with two fingers of my free hand, curling and stroking them within her clutching walls. She lets out a whimpering moan as I close my lips over her engorged clit, sucking hard and lashing it with the flat of my tongue. Her hips jerk wildly in a desperate dance led by my mouth and fingers, her cries escalating along with the tremors gathering in her body until the tension becomes too great to bear and she breaks with a hoarse shout, gripped by convulsions that tear violently through her again and again, squeezing my fingers bloodless as each slightest movement wrenches another great wracking shudder from her.

"You realize," she says when she is still at last, panting raggedly, her body sheened with sweat, "that I am never going to be able to go to the gynecologist again after this, Dr. Cormier."

Feathering a kiss on the quivering inside of her thigh, I smile against the tender skin, carefully withdrawing my fingers and discarding the glove into the wastebasket. "Not even if she buys you dinner first and examines you in the nude in the comfort of her bedroom the morning after?"

"Okay, maybe then." Straightening her legs, she wraps them around me.

"Cosima," I say warningly, trying to ignore the fragrant wet heat of her sex glazing the tops of my breasts.

"What?" she says, casually locking her ankles at the small of my back, pulling me even more tightly to her. "C'mere, babe. I need you to hold me."

Surrendering, I crawl up the bed to lie next to her and envelop her still trembling body in my arms. Rolling us so that she ends up draped over me, I breathe in the intoxicating scents of Cosima's come and sweat and my own undeniable arousal.

She busies herself nibbling lines of little kisses up the side of my neck, lingering at the tender spot below my ear until I sigh with pleasure. "Chérie. I'm already terribly late," I say, unable to stop myself from leaning my head back to give her better access.

She ghosts a breath into my ear. I barely manage to keep from squeaking. "Then you'd better come really quickly," she purrs, kissing her way downward.