Getting Something Off Her Chest

Patty walked in to meet Dr. Cooper, and the heat between them sparked the second their eyes met. Patty's dark nipples pressed against her straining bra with every breath. Dr. Cooper cleared her throat and told her to sit on the exam table, then asked about the persistent pain in her chest. Her fingers moved methodically across Patty's skin, adjusting angles and tissue until she found the cause—the bra straps cut deep. "Take it off," she ordered, and Patty let it fall. The instant her breasts spilled free, the soreness eased, but the look in Dr. Cooper's eyes sharpened. She cupped their weight, smoothing thumbs over the red lines left behind, every touch sending fresh sparks lower. Patty groaned, head tipping back. Dr. Cooper leaned in, lips closing around one rigid nipple, sucking softly while her hands stroked the underside. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as she fed more of the breast into her mouth, tongue swirling the peak before moving to the other, patient, thorough, relentless. Patty arched into her, hips restless, until Dr. Cooper nudged her legs apart and slipped a hand beneath her waistband, finding slick heat. Fingers slipped inside while her mouth stayed busy, pulling every sharp gasp from Patty's throat. Patty came with a shudder, her breasts glossy with saliva, Dr. Cooper's quiet hum of approval vibrating against her skin.