"What the hell?!" I heard the idiot exclaim. It took every ounce of control in me to draw back from Doctor Eliza. We were both breathing hard by the time we stopped.
"Mark?" she whispered, her voice filled with surprise and evident hunger.
"Yes, love, I think it's time you let Mr. Justin… Godino knows that you are already engaged," I replied, struggling to recall his last name.
"Engaged?!" she exclaimed softly, clearly bewildered by the turn of events. But then understanding quickly dawned.
I swiftly interlocked my fingers with hers, preventing Justin from noticing her bare ring finger.
"Sorry," she said, flashing a big smile. "I'm already taken," she added. I gave her a knowing wink as we held hands, keeping up the facade.
"What?!" Justin repeated, clearly shocked by the sudden revelation.
"Mum, Dad!" Doctor Eliza called out to her parents, who were observing the unfolding drama with a perplexed expression.
She pulled me along as we made our way towards them. However, before we reached them, Doctor Ivy intercepted us, enveloping Doctor Eliza in a tight hug. In that moment, she discreetly slipped a ring onto Doctor Eliza's finger, accompanied by an elaborate wink. I almost chuckled at the unexpected gesture. Doctor Ivy proceeded to hug me too, congratulating both Doctor Eliza and me. I couldn't help but wonder where she had obtained the ring or who had provided it.
"Thank you," Doctor Eliza whispered to Doctor Ivy, and we continued on our way to meet her parents.
"Happy New Year, sir, madam," I greeted with a respectful bow as we approached Doctor Eliza's parents.
"Good evening, Dad, Mum," Doctor Eliza chimed in, swiftly embracing her parents.
"Happy New Year and a good evening to you too. Who is this young gentleman?" Her father, the town mayor, inquired.
"I don't believe we have met you before," her mother, the town judge, added with a hint of suspicion.
"This is Mark Rutherford, Dad, Mum. We met at work," Doctor Eliza explained, keeping the introduction brief.
"Interesting. Welcome to our home. We definitely should sit down and chat when our guests have departed," her father suggested.
"Are you also a doctor, Mark?" Her mother inquired curiously.
"No, I'm a security operative," I replied.
"Oh, which security company do you own or government agencies do you work for?" her mother probed further.
"Not the right time, Claire," her husband interjected with a forced smile. "We must attend to other guests. Mark, join us for a family breakfast tomorrow, as you will soon be part of the family," her father said to me with an apologetic smile. He mumbled to his wife, "You can grill him then."
"Thank you, Daddy," Dr. Eliza expressed her gratitude, and we stepped aside as her parents walked past us to mingle with their guests.
Dr. Eliza led me away from the hall, guiding me through a long hallway, up multiple flights of stairs, and along a labyrinth of corridors. Eventually, she opened a door, and we entered a dimly lit room permeated by the subtle scents of antiseptic, lilies, and books. Closing the door behind us, she released my hand and stood before me.
"I understand that you were trying to help me, but you don't realize what this town is like," she said, anguish etched across her face. She continued, her words tumbling out as she paced back and forth. "It's going to be hell if word gets out that our engagement isn't real. Justin won't give up, and my mother... She's like an unrelenting detective. Moreover, the hospital policy... You were my patient, and people will start to think..."
"Eliza," I interrupted, attempting to catch her attention, but she persisted, consumed by her fears. She seemed oblivious to my attempts to redirect her focus.
Frustrated, I gently cupped her face, causing her to freeze in surprise. I hadn't planned what happened next, but something about the secluded darkness of the room, her alluring scent, and her captivating beauty overwhelmed me. Especially after that kiss and I now know what her lips felt like, and craved more.
Slowly, cautiously, I leaned in, giving her the opportunity to pull away. Instead, she moistened her lips, staring at me with a vulnerable expression.
Taking this as encouragement, I kissed her, parting her lips with my tongue and exploring her mouth. She responded with a moan, drawing nearer until there was barely any space between us, and the heat of her body became palpable.
Every fiber of my being surged with desire as I deepened the kiss. While I had no recollection of my previous sexual experiences before my time in the hospital, the months of abstinence seemed to amplify my body's response. Her reciprocation only fueled the fire, and I found myself lost in the taste of her strawberry-flavored lips, thoroughly aroused.
My hand traveled to her chest, gently caressing her nipples. She moaned and reached for my shirt, pulling it out from my waistband to slip her hand underneath, feeling my bare skin. I sensed her trembling as her hand made contact, prompting me to reach behind her and unzip her dress, exposing her bosom. Her breasts, though not particularly large, were full and perky, and I couldn't resist the urge to lower my face and suckle on the hardened buds.
"Oh Lord!" she whimpered, overcome by pleasure. I knelt down, continuing my ministrations, causing her to hold onto my head and run her fingers through my hair, guiding me to her skin as she moaned.
Slowly, I let her dress fall to the ground, forming a pool of purple fabric around her feet. I trailed kisses down her flat stomach, finally reaching the edge of her sexy panties. Pulling them down, I let them dangle around one ankle before lifting her leg, resting one thigh over my shoulder. I darted my tongue out, stroking her core, eliciting a loud moan. I latched onto her clit, sucking gently while maintaining a firm grip on her thigh and supple behind, ensuring she remained steady for my eager mouth.
"Ooh!" she moaned, her pleasure-filled cries filling the room. Sensing her inability to remain standing any longer, I cupped her behind with both hands, supporting her weight as I guided her to the floor. She placed both thighs on my shoulders, fully surrendering herself to my oral exploration. I reveled in her intoxicating scent and taste, relishing the delicate shudders that coursed through her body as she called out my name.
My own desire was now unbearable, and I yearned to be inside her. I unzipped myself and leaned over her, locking eyes with her as I fondled her breasts, twiddling her nipples with the pads of my fingers.
"Eliza..." I whispered huskily against her lips.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, granting me access and displaying her hunger through her eyes.
Lowering my face, I captured her lips once more while gently thrusting into her. She was tight, warm, and more than ready for me.
With each movement, she whimpered, her arms wrapped tightly around me. The sensation was heavenly, and my entire body quivered as I gradually increased the pace of our union.
"Talk to me," I urged in a low, husky tone, grazing her lips with mine.
"Mark..."
"Yes..."
"I can't... think," she whispered, her breath ragged and her lips parted as I nibbled on them.
"Me neither... you feel incredible," I confessed. Her lips stretched into a semblance of a smile. "Am I doing it right, though? Am I hurting you?" I rasped, the intensity of our encounter taking hold as I thrust deeper into her.
"No. Yes. You're doing it right, Mark..." she whimpered with pleasure. I silenced her with a kiss, intensifying my pace. She moaned into my mouth, and as my hand slipped between us, I stroked her clit while continuing to thrust. She arched her back, her eyes tightly shut as she quivered, succumbing to release. When her body finally stilled, I cupped her behind, driving into her until I emptied myself inside her.
Both of us were left breathless, sprawled on the floor. She turned to face me, lying on her side, her eyes fixated on mine.
Reaching up, she cupped my face and kissed me passionately. Pausing to hold my gaze once more, she whispered, "Can you do that to me again?"