Page 37 of My Heart's Doctor

“Williaaaam,” she screamed again when a second orgasm tore through her, which made mine arrive with the force of a hurricane.

“Oh, my Goddd,” I moaned, strongly, while my body shook and was transported by a devastating orgasm to a place I had never been before.

I collapsed on top of her completely undone.

“‘Sweet,’ are you okay?” I asked, when I could control my overwhelmed body a little.

“I am,” she responded, and it seemed that, once again, shyness had taken over her, which surprised me again.

“Sex with you was amazing. I wanted you so much. You’re the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I also think it was amazing,” she said, looking at me with sweetness, and her words were like a blow to my chest that shook me to my soul and that disconcerted me; everything she made me feel disconcerted me because it was new to me.

With delicacy I withdrew from her, removed the condom, tied it and left it on the floor. Then I sat on the bed resting my back against the headboard.

“Would you like us to see each other again?” I asked, hoping her answer would be affirmative because I didn’t want to deprive myself of feeling again what I had felt with her.

I watched her as she got up. She had a natural elegance and her body was magnificent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She put on her robe and came back to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What are you proposing?” she asked, calmly.

“Do you feel the same as I do? Because I can’t contain myself when I’m in front of you. Never in my life had I done so many crazy things just to see you, hear you, and have you near.”

“So many crazy things?” she asked, and I realized I had given too much information, but I didn’t mind sharing with her everything I had done to see her.

“Personally bringing you the phone in the middle of the night, following you last night in my car, asking you for a dance eventhough you were dancing with someone else, and coming here after the party to wait for you to arrive. All those crazy things,” I confessed, and she looked at me with surprise reflected on her face, but my sincerity must have emboldened her because she also decided to confide in me what was happening to her with me, although to my disappointment she was very brief.

“I desire you, but I think you already know that,” she said.

It was time to tell her what I thought about relationships.

“I don’t offer sentimental relationships, yes a relationship, but leaving feelings aside. Emotions have to stay out of it. I offer something very clear, a relationship between lovers without expectations, the only thing that should concern us is sex and pleasure, and I will strive for yours, you can be sure of that. But you should be clear that I’m a very passionate man and I need to satisfy myself frequently, especially now that I’ve met you because just thinking about you keeps me aroused all the time.”

“I have a complicated life, William. My work hours are extensive and...”

“We can take advantage of free hours, I can assure you that. I also have a complicated life, and not just in the professional field, but you can always find a moment to experience this sublime pleasure we just felt.”

After a few seconds of silence I said:

“You’re thinking about it too much and that’s destroying my ego.”

“You don’t seem like a person with a fragile ego,” she commented with a smile, and I was captivated by that beautiful, mischievous smile.

“That’s true, I’m not. So? What do you say?” I insisted.

“I accept your proposal,” she finally said, and my heart began to beat normally again and I started breathing once more, not even realizing I had been holding my breath.

“This is going to be fun and, above all, pleasurable,” I said, smiling, and slid the robe off her shoulders to kiss the curve of her bare shoulders, but her voice stopped the delicious path my lips were following.

“We’ll have a love affair where feelings aren’t involved. Falling in love is forbidden,” she stated.

“I can handle that because that’s what I’m looking for. I’m clear about what I want and what I expect from you, and I hope you are too,” I said without a hint of humor and looking into her eyes.

“I don’t want anything to do with love. Is that enough for you?” she asked, also looking at me seriously.

“It is, but may I ask why?” I asked, because I found it strange that such a young woman would be so adamant about that feeling.

“Divorce,” she stated, leaving me completely astonished.