Chapter 12: Chapter 12

"Congratulations!"

Dr. Mitch extended her hand to me with a wide grin on her face. I was sitting across her desk while she opened the folder that contained my official transvaginal ultrasound reading, as well as my urine and serum pregnancy test results. Of course, I did my pregnancy test at home using two different kits. Still, since I was too excited that I wouldn't want a false positive result, I chose to go to a diagnostics and laboratory center for confirmation.

I stared at her with wide eyes, wanting to be sure that this was not a dream.

"You're pregnant! Are you not happy?"

I finally let out a smile, followed by a giggle. "Doc, I can't believe it. The last time I was here-"

"So, you did it," Dr. Mitch cut me off. "I understand you both come from a conservative family, but you should put it into your mind that sex is something to be cherished by the married couples. It's yours to explore, enjoy, indulge, and learn the art of it."

I just grinned at her, but I did not have the nerve to tell her that there was still something that I sensed was not right. I probably made a face because she looked at me in the eyes with a pursed smile.

"Yen, what is it? Let me help you."

My thoughts drifted to our everyday scenes during our next lovemaking sessions following that successful night...

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It had been a week since the night that Zed had succeeded in his entry. True to what he promised, he did not do it again for already a week now since, as he said, I had to heal. I admired him for that, for being so thoughtful and careful of me. Yet, all those times, I was yearning for that pleasure of having him inside me again.

"Goodnight, love," Zed whispered in my ear as he pulled me close to him the following night.

"Goodnight," I replied, snuggling closer to him that my back plastered to the whole length of his upper body.

He then lifted my head and inserted his arm underneath. "Are you tired?'

"No." It was an open invitation for him to do anything he wanted, and my heartbeats pushed harder against my chest. I got thrilled, even just the thought of it.

"I'll make you tired, then," he said in a teasing tone. He bent down on me and nibbled my earlobes, sending pulses of pleasures down my neck and spine.

I yelped when he grasped one of my breasts next, even arching my body to offer him its full size. He moved quickly, and soon, his mouth replaced his hand. I should have died in pleasure the moment he sucked directly on my nipple, but it sent shivers down my spine instead. Goosebumps spread all over my skin, that I pulled out his hair to stop him.

"Why?"

I winced. "I don't know. I don't feel like doing it now."

Zed dropped his body by my side again. He turned me to the side, my back resting on his chest. His hand crawled again, but this time, it went directly to my clit, rubbing it hard. The goosebumps spreading into my body increased, creeping into my hair and soles. And soon, all my desire for sex disappeared.

I wanted to push him away, but then I felt his dick poking against my butt. He pulled me closer and rubbed his hand faster on my clit. Maybe because I lost the appetite, I felt pain instead of pleasure, and his hand became a sore on my cunt. I closed my eyes, wishing this ordeal would end.

It didn't even last a minute when I felt him twitching in three short involuntary movements. Even if he was still on his complete set of sleepwear, the wet sensation in my butt told me he's done with his glorious release.

I froze in disbelief, wondering what was exactly happening. My thoughts were screaming what had gone wrong, but soon, I heard his steady breathing above my head. I tried to move away, but his arm wrapped me tighter while his fingers were spreading around one of my breasts.

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"How many times does this same incident happen? And tell me, how many times have you made love after that successful night?" Dr. Mitch stared into my eyes without blinking.

"Only once."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Zed said I need to heal."

"And how many times that this kind of petting happened after that night?"

"Every night."

Dr. Mitch pulled a deep breath and sighed. She shook her head slowly before she opened her mouth to speak.

"There seemed to be a problem, but first, I want to explain that our nipples and clitoris are too sensitive parts. Once stimulated properly, it could give us utmost pleasure, but if not, it could give us the hellish opposite."

My mouth dropped open at what she said, having not heard about it before. "First of all, you must be mentally ready. Then, never let your husband touch you there directly. Let his mouth or fingers work around the sides until the pleasure builds up fully."

I nodded in astonishment, but then waves of doubt started rippling through my mind. Would he be patient enough to do it?

"Is there a remedy on my part?" I dared to ask. Couples in all the sex videos never did that step-by-step stimulation process. They were too wild that I even asked myself many times if those were really happening in real life.

"Constant practice makes it perfect. And I assure you, once you will achieve it properly, sex is addictive. You won't need that anymore."

I nodded, contemplating how I would manage faster to address my problem. Maybe, this was part of her initial diagnosis that I was frigid. My mind then shouted in protest that I am not, and I shouldn't be!

"Dear, your husband, is used to doing it himself for a long time, and he's already comfortable with it. Help him change that mindset."

"What did you say?"

Dr. Mitch laughed and threw her head backward. "I say, do not let your husband masturbate if you're around. He has a wife already."

I couldn't care less if I looked too dumb for staring at her again. I just realized there were too many things to understand about ourselves as a couple.

"If he continues to do it, he would always prefer the quickie style and not your choice of the long and sensual way."