Intimacy with the Postpartum Recovery Doctor

Chapter 2

My husband was particularly attentive to the matter and took a day off work to accompany me to the private clinic the next morning.

The place was filled with the smell of disinfectant. A young doctor in a white coat greeted us.

He looked young, quite tall, probably about 6'1'', with deep blue eyes that appeared very charming. The doctor wore a blue surgical mask. Although I couldn't see his entire face, it was clear that he was quite handsome.

"Hello, my name is Jeremy Clifford, and I specialize in postpartum recovery," he said. His voice was clear and pleasant even through the mask.

My husband nudged me forward. "Honey, tell Dr. Clifford about your condition. He's an expert in this field."

Jeremy's gaze moved toward me, his long eyelashes casting a gentle shadow. I parted my lips but couldn't utter a word.

Why would a male doctor specialize in postpartum recovery?

Discussing such matters with a man in front of my husband made me feel nervous.

Jeremy seemed to notice my discomfort and turned his attention to my husband. "Could you please step outside, sir? It will make the examination more convenient." His tone wasn't forceful, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"Sure. Honey, I'll be right outside. Cooperate with the doctor for the examination," my husband reminded me as he left.

Now it was just Jeremy and me in the examination room, and my heart was racing. I tugged at the hem of my clothes nervously like a child caught doing something wrong.

Jeremy pulled a chair over for me and said gently, "Please take off your top so I can examine your chest."

I froze, still hoping he might call in a female doctor, but it was indeed him conducting the exam.

Was I really supposed to undress now? My hands froze awkwardly, unsure where to go.

"Don't worry, I am a professional doctor. You don't need to feel any psychological burden," Jeremy reassured me calmly.

I realized I was overthinking it. He was a doctor after all and wouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

Slowly, I unbuttoned my top and took it off, leaving only my bra. The light pink silk bra was exposed to him, and he squinted slightly at my upper body. "Please remove this as well for a more thorough examination," he said.

He meant my bra, which would leave me completely exposed to him. The thought made me panic, and I covered my chest with my hands instinctively.

Jeremy might have found my reaction amusing as he let out a chuckle. "You seem shy, not like someone who's had a child but more like a girl who's never been in a relationship."

I knew he was teasing me, but my heart was pounding, and I was incredibly nervous.

The more anxious I became, the more uncomfortable it felt. My chest suddenly ached with a heavy, swollen sensation.

I had left the baby with the nanny to feed formula for this check-up. Normally, this would be feeding time, and I usually had plenty of milk, often needing to pump extra. But today, having not fed for so long, my breasts felt painfully engorged.

Doctors were quite perceptive, and Jeremy was no exception. He noticed my discomfort right away and reached toward my chest with practiced ease to unhook my bra.

Now fully exposed to him, I wanted to cover myself, but he stopped me gently. Jeremy leaned in closer, and when his cool fingers touched me, I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising all over my body.

His expression was serious, and his tone was calm as he said, "You're experiencing a blocked milk duct. We need to relieve it."

I was aware of the blockage because the swelling was unbearable, and it needed immediate attention.

Despite my flushed face, the increasing discomfort in my chest left me no choice but to nod in agreement.

Jeremy moved even closer. He placed both hands on my breasts and began massaging them. The calluses on his palms moved back and forth, kneading and pressing with a professional technique that quickly alleviated much of the aching sensation.

His hands were firm, and as his fingers passed over, a slight milk stain seemed to drip onto his hand. His long fingers glided across my chest and his warm and large palms covered my breasts, spreading an unprecedented sense of relief and security throughout my body.

I bit my lip gently and met Jeremy's gentle gaze, suddenly realizing something.

The unfamiliar man in front of me was touching my private areas seriously. After the pain faded, it was replaced by a surge of shame that spread through my whole body, and even an indescribable hint of pleasure.

"Wait, slow down..." I was shocked as the soft gasps and moans slipped out of my mouth.

Jeremy seemed not to hear me, increasing the strength of his hands deliberately. My breasts changed shapes under his touch, pressing against his warm palms. His hands moved in a circular motion, twisting my n*****s gently in a clockwise direction.

A tingling sensation spread throughout my body, and I went limp gradually, nearly sliding off the chair. I realized I was already quite wet.

Jeremy caught me by the shoulders with quick reflexes and pulled me back up. "How long has it been since you had s*x with your husband?"

Seeing my sensitive response, he massaged my chest firmly with both hands.

"Uh, well, about two months," I said, still catching my breath, my voice sounding muffled. Though the swelling pain in my chest had eased, my body felt increasingly empty.

"The milk blockage is quite serious. Regular s*x can help relieve it," he said calmly.

My body shook, my face flushed with embarrassment as I tried to steady my breathing. "Dr. Clifford, can I... change my clothes? I feel a bit..."

Jeremy adjusted the angle of the bed for me and then placed a medical pad underneath. "It's okay, it's a normal reaction, and I'm just about to examine your vagina."

What? The scenes that just unfolded flashed through my mind, and now I had to take off my pants in front of this male doctor.

I covered my face in embarrassment, hesitant to look down. It wasn't just taking off my pants—it was the thought of my ugly postpartum belly and my wetness.

In embarrassment, I remained motionless, too ashamed to look at him.

Noticing my shyness, he caressed me. "Don't be afraid. Postpartum changes are normal, and being a mother isn't easy. I'll help you get back to your original state."

His gentle reassurance brought forth a wave of pent-up grievance, and my tears began to fall. It was the first time since giving birth that someone showed concern for my feelings.

Jeremy looked at me for a moment, then leaned in and wiped away the tears from the corner of my eye with his fingers. "Don't be afraid; trust me."

His warm palm rested on my stomach. He massaged it softly without any hint of disdain.

I let go of my worries and lay back down, nodding slightly.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed. I've examined many ladies like you. Some even had their second child, and they recovered better after surgery," Jeremy explained gently, placing his long fingers on my waist.

Then, his fingers slid down my jeans, and I felt my legs being lifted as my jeans and underwear were removed together.

A rush of cold air hit my skin, leaving my lower body exposed completely before him.

First, it was my upper body; now it was my lower body. Apart from my husband, no other man had seen me this way, yet today, here I was. Whether from cold or shame, I couldn't tell, but I trembled slightly.

Jeremy placed his hands on my thighs and the warmth from his palms spread through me. "Spread your legs a bit."

"What?" I blurted out instinctively, my heart pounding wildly.

I felt Jeremy's hands moving slowly up my thighs, a tingling sensation following their path, making the desire inside me more pronounced.

After a whole year without intimacy, as a young woman, I felt unusually sensitive today, the sensations overwhelming.

His warm fingers kept moving forward.

I shook like a leaf, and seeing my strong reaction, Jeremy pressed my body with one hand, speaking gently, "Don't be afraid; it doesn't hurt at all."

I wasn't afraid of pain, but the sensitivity below was intensifying and turning warmer. I felt a surge of pleasure stirring inside.

Jeremy's fingers circled around my inner thighs without intending to move inside of me.

His actions left me flustered, and my legs tried to close instinctively, but his hand was right there, preventing any movement.

I couldn't help but try to twist my body. Noticing my reaction, Jeremy suddenly took off his gloves. He grabbed one of my legs and spread them wide. "Open up so I can examine thoroughly."

I had no chance to struggle as two strong hands were holding me firmly. I only sensed something cold inside of me.

Jeremy watched me closely, his eyebrows curving slightly. With his mask on, I couldn't tell if he was smiling, but I knew his expression had changed.

Jeremy grabbed a bottle of something from a nearby shelf and squeezed it out.

The next moment, something hot seemed to touch my c**t.

It seemed to be his...