Page 106 of Darling Venom
Then he pushed in all the way.
I lifted my ass from the exam table, my mouth falling open with pain and desire. He hadn’t expected the movement, because my clit connected with his palm. My toes curled. I bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out.
When I settled back on the table, Tate hooked his fingers deep inside me, touching a sensitive spot that made me moan loud. I was on the verge of falling apart. How did women not come on his exam table on a weekly basis?
If this was common practice, I was screwed.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was hoarse.
“A little.” I lied to save face, pretending I was not about to come all over his fingers.
I closed my eyes, trying to get through this without falling apart, trying to sear this feeling into my memory for later.
I was sick.
So, so sick.
“I’m going to lay my hand on your stomach and press down on your uterus now.”
Tate slid the gown up until it passed my waist, exposing my entire lower half. He leaned forward and placed the fingertips of his free hand on my lower belly. Right above my uterus. He pressed them deep, digging for whatever it was he needed to dig for.
I squirmed at the touch, feeling him in me. Above me. Everywhere.
The movement brought the heel of his palm to my c
lit. I fought my moan and failed. My eyes flew open, meeting his. I couldn’t cough that away. Not without clenching around his fingers.
My cheeks burned.
Either he had a great poker face or he didn’t know where his palm was. That I was falling apart before him.
The pressure between my walls grew. He pressed down on my stomach with his other hand. I clenched around his fingers, unable to help it. My eyes snapped to his. They never wavered from mine, searching my face for cues of discomfort.
I didn’t give him any.
I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool. “It doesn’t hurt much.”
“It probably hurts less than losing your hymen the traditional way.”
“I’m sure. It’s not that painful.”
“It helps that you’re lubricated,” he said matter-of-factly, his palm still on my clit.
But I didn’t remember him opening the tube of lube on the cart beside him.
That was all natural.
All me.
My cheeks were on fire at this point.
His fingers probed deep inside me. I’d taken health class. Seen this done in a video. This looked one-hundred percent about the exam, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like it was about getting me off.
My mouth formed an O-shape, and I knew I was coming. I’d come before, using my own fingers, but never inside myself. And it had never felt like this. Never with the sensation of my body being so full with someone else’s parts, the pressure building.
My eyes rolled over in their sockets. I slammed them shut. Every muscle in my body tensed and squeezed deliciously.
“Tate,” I whimpered.
