“…I want you… to taste me there.”
The sound of my own voice startled me—thin, trembling, steeped in heat.
At my words, Kato’s breath deepened, slow and heavy against my ear.
“…Miura-san.”
The way he spoke my name sent a shiver racing down my spine, followed by a wave of molten warmth. His hands left my chest, only to rest lightly on my shoulders, guiding me toward the examination table.
“Lie down. I won’t push you beyond what you can handle.”
There was no defying that calm, steady voice.
I lay back on the table, the crinkle of the paper sheet loud in the hush of the room. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
Kato’s hands reached for my shirt, deftly undoing the remaining buttons one by one. The fabric parted slowly, letting a cool draft sweep over my bare skin.
“…You have beautiful breasts.”
The compliment struck me with equal parts embarrassment and exhilaration. His gaze stayed fixed, unwavering, and I felt my nipples tighten under the weight of it.
“I’m going to touch you…”
His voice dipped lower as his fingertips traced the curve of my breast. Skin to skin—the difference from before was electrifying. His touch circled my nipple as though stroking a delicate petal.
“Mmh… ah…”
The sounds slipped out unbidden. Even the lightest touch had my nipples hardening, eager for more.
“…So sensitive.”
Warm breath ghosted over my chest. I turned my face away, but the heat pooling there couldn’t be hidden.
His fingers pinched lightly, rolling each peak between them. The pressure was gentle, but the sensation tunneled straight to my core, draining the strength from my hips.
“Ah—no… not like that…”
The words fell apart under the tremor in my voice. He seemed to savor my reaction, alternating his attention between left and right, unhurried.
Then—warmth. Soft, wet warmth.
“Ah—”
I glanced down just as his lips closed around my right nipple, his tongue swirling slowly, bathing me in slick heat.
“Ahh—ahhh…!”
My body jolted at the suction. Each pull sent a flash of white through my mind. My hips twisted on their own, chasing the rhythm of his mouth. His teeth grazed me lightly—just shy of pain—before soothing with his tongue again. The push and retreat of sensation was maddening.
“The left… deserves the same.”
He released one breast only to claim the other, lavishing equal care, back and forth, each change drawing my voice higher. The pleasure radiated outward from my chest, curling low inside me. My breathing turned ragged.
“…Miura-san.”
When his mouth left me, his voice dropped at my ear.
“There’s a way to make you feel even more…”
He turned toward his desk, opened a drawer, and withdrew an electric massager. Plugging it in, the low hum of vibration filled the room.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll go slow.”
I nodded faintly. Anticipation tangled with nerves, heating my blood.
The head of the massager touched lightly against my thigh over my shorts. The vibration seeped through the fabric, lifting my hips with a reflexive jolt.
“Mmh…”
It drifted closer, until the faint barrier of cloth was all that separated the pulsing hum from my bare heat beneath.
“Ahh—ahhh…!”
Even without direct contact, the sensation was almost too much. My breath hitched; my chest rose sharply.
All the while, his mouth never left me. He suckled my right nipple, wetting it thoroughly before rolling it on his tongue, while his free hand teased the other breast—light, grazing strokes that made me arch into him.
“Ah—no… I can’t…”
The combined assault of vibration and tongue blurred my thoughts, wrapping me in fever.
“Easy… let go…”
With those words, he pressed the massager more firmly against me. The rush that followed stole my breath entirely.
“Ah—ahh…!”
My body convulsed, hips lifting, shudder after shudder gripping me. The crest broke over me again and again, each wave more consuming than the last.
“Once more…”
His whisper came just before his mouth returned to me, not allowing the echoes of release to fade before another swell built.
“No—ahh… I can’t—!”
Tears pricked my eyes, but his hands and tongue didn’t relent. Again, and again, I drowned in the flood until I could no longer count the moments.
I don’t know how much time passed before I lay boneless beneath him, my breath coming in shallow waves.
“…Miura-san.”
His voice was low, but tender.
“This place… feels too confined.”
He switched off the massager and gently helped me sit, his arm steady around my back.
“Let’s go to the tatami room in my home. Somewhere… we can truly take our time.”
With his arm still around me, he led me toward the back of the clinic—into his private quarters. My legs still trembled, each step stirring the lingering ache inside me, but beneath it, a restless heat coiled again at the thought of what was to come.
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