I felt the snap of his gloves tighten around my skin as his fingers pressed deeper inside me. First one, then two, sliding in and curling like he was searching for something specific. My legs trembled as he spread them apart, pushing just a little wider.
The sound was wet, every push and pull coated in slickness I couldn’t hide.
“Relax your muscles,” he said evenly, like he was reading from a textbook. His voice was steady but the way his jaw flexed betrayed him. He was fighting something.
His fingers rolled inside me not just in and out but pressing, twisting, finding the spot that made my back arch off the exam table. A sharp cry escaped me before I could choke it back.
Then…smack. His palm landed across my clit.
My hips jerked violently, a broken moan spilling out.
“Sensitive,” he
