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inviting and soothing.
    “Never with a man.” She admitted it without hesitation now, her body strung tight around the pressure building inside her. Kurt dipped his fingers into her slit. He ran them up and down, accustoming her to his touch, before teasing them both by pressing one against the entrance to her pussy.
    “Are you ready for me, Becca? I need to see how tight you are. I need to feel you around my fingers.”
    “Yes, Doctor. Kurt.”
    He groaned when his name fell from her lips, low and husky with need.
    “Open your eyes. Watch me. You won’t be able to avoid it during the study.” He waited for her to comply, loving the cloudy look that proclaimed she had passed beyond her inhibitions. With firm and steady pressure, he pushed one finger inside her to the first knuckle before drawing it out again. She bucked beneath his hands then cried out her pleasure as he reintroduced the digit to the second knuckle. Kurt was so turned on his cock throbbed in his pants. He feared he might embarrass himself.
    Focus. Today is about her. About proving she can trust you, taking the first step.
    His finger, coated with Becca’s desire, shuttled in and out of her clinging passageway. Her muscles stretched to accommodate the intrusion as it bored deeper on every stroke. He concentrated on her pleasure, tucking a second broad digit inside her. Her flesh gripped him, so hot, tight and slick he could hardly believe it.
    Making good use of all his studies in human anatomy, Kurt drove his fingers in further until they brushed her G-spot. He bent them until he pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her womb against her pelvic bone. She writhed beneath his hand.
    Turning back now would be impossible. For both of them.
    “That’s right. I want you to come for me if you can. Do you want to, baby?” He began moving his second and third fingers in and out of her, still slow but building the tempo now. He withdrew until they poised on the very cusp of her entrance before burying them as deep as he could reach. The knuckle of his index finger, curled into his palm, rubbed against her clit. She gasped, squeezing her eyes tight, as though trying to ward off the explosion he could feel gathering deep inside her.
    She was his.
    “Oh! Yes, Kurt, please don’t stop. Please.”
    “That’s right, sweetheart, come in my hand. I need to see how much you can feel. Don’t hold back.”
    He bent low over her, chanting encouragement in her ear. His fingers thrust faster now, nudging the sensitive patch of nerves on each pass. He rubbed his knuckle against her clit in a firm rotation. “Come for me, Becca.”
    “Ah, Doctor. Kurt!”
    He growled in triumph as her delicate tissues spasmed around his hand. His eyes followed her hips as they thrust against him. His own release loomed near. Though he tried to abstain, her pussy squeezing him, the hot juices running between his fingers, the musky scent of her arousal and the sound of her orgasm stripping away the last of her reserve shoved him over the edge. He ground his erection against her hip on the couch in an attempt to stop the inevitable.
    It wasn’t enough to keep the hot come from shooting out of his dick in an earth-shattering release.
    “Oh God, Becca.” He groaned. “You’re perfect.”
    Rebecca feared things would be awkward afterward. They lay still for a moment, catching their breath.
    Then Dr. Foster stood, looking down at her, making her conscious of her flushed cheeks and tangled hair. What have I done?
    All rational thought had fled her mind the first moment he’d touched her. Waves of pleasure had battered her body, making her helpless to do anything but flounder in the tide, all the while struggling to keep her head above water lest she drown in ecstasy.
    But she still had to work with him every day. She’d hoped he would hire her after graduation and maybe even advance to working her own cases soon. Had she destroyed any chance of her dream coming true?
    “You