Free How You Tempt Me by Natalie Kristen

Chapter One

    The woman moaned, and Dr. Julian James suckled her
harder. He moved his mouth between both her ample breasts, sucking
and licking her hard, erect nipples until she began to writhe on the
steel table.
    “ Oh, don't stop, Doctor! Touch me, please, go
lower,” she panted.
    Julian pulled himself away from her heaving breasts and
came up for air. He stared down at the naked woman sprawled on the
metal operating table in the middle of his home office. Her soft,
white skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration, and her blond hair
hung over the edge of the table like a curtain. He had no doubt that
many men would find her beautiful, attractive, sexy, someone they
would definitely want to fuck. Julian mopped his brow. He was a man
all right, but at this moment, his brain and his senses were engaged
as a scientist. He had to please her, touch her, pleasure her, all
in the name of science.
    “ Doctor!” the woman raised her head and
squealed. “Where are you? Why have you stopped? Don't stop,
I'm so close...”
    Julian grabbed a pen off the side table with one hand
and pulled the cap off with his teeth. With one hand and his mouth
occupied, he had only his other hand to work with. Balancing his
clipboard on one knee, he moved his left hand between the woman's
legs while his right hand struggled to record as legibly as possible
all his findings.
    The woman groaned as his fingers found her clit and
started rubbing. “Oh, oh, oh!” She spread her legs
wider and gyrated her hips, urging him to increase the pace and
friction.
    Scribbling furiously, Julian blinked the sweat out of
his eyes, trying to concentrate on the paper and the woman
simultaneously. He glanced at his clock on the opposite wall. It
was twenty-seven minutes exactly. He had been stimulating her
breasts and nipples for twenty-seven minutes, but she hadn't
climaxed. Something had to be tweaked—pardon the pun. He had
been tweaking and teasing her nipples for close to half an hour now,
but he hadn't succeeded in bringing her to orgasm. The woman had
made it clear herself. That just wasn't working for her. She wanted
to be touched between the legs.
    He wrote as much down as he could, raking his dark eyes
over her glistening body. Nipples erect, chest heaving, pores open
with goosebumps appearing on breasts, arms and neck. He removed his
left hand from her clit to observe the flow of moisture and the
contractions and quivering between her thighs. The woman whimpered
in protest at the loss of contact.
    “ Dr. James!” she cried shrilly, moving her
hips and rubbing her pert, round butt against the metal surface.
    “ Hang on, just a sec,” he grunted,
scratching out some errors and scrawling down the rest of his
observations. He only hoped that he'd be able to read his own
handwriting later on.
    “ In me,” she begged. “Inside
me...please...”
    Julian grabbed his latex gloves from the tray and
snapped them on. He pushed one finger tentatively at the lip of her
opening and felt her squeeze hard. She was tight, but she was very
wet. He slipped one finger, then another, inside her without
difficulty. He remained still, his fingers deep inside her, feeling
her muscles squeeze and contract in anticipation. When he still
refused to move his hand, she began to gyrate her hips, moving
herself around his still fingers.
    “ Ooh, mmmmm...” she moaned as she rotated
her hips faster. “Move, come on, start pumping!” she
commanded.
    Julian frowned and started to slide his fingers slowly
in and out of her body. He curled his fingers to stroke her walls as
he moved out inch by inch. The woman groaned as he rotated his hand
from side to side, and increased his pace. It was demanding work and
he had to stand up to avoid spraining his wrist. He pushed three
fingers into her, stretching her as he pumped and corkscrewed into
her. The sensation seemed to drive her wild, and she pulled her
knees up to her chest to allow him to drive deeper into her.
    Julian could see