Afterward, though, when she lay flushed, satisfied and grateful beneath him, Dr. McEvers would allow himself to begin all over again, breathing heavily. Now it was his turn once more. He was thick and turgid and needy, and her soft, spring body was all for him, all for him. Rachel might reach up her sleepy white arms and draw the poor shivering man down between her little breasts so that finally, as she whispered her gentle encouragement, he could comfort himself deep between her churning hips with the grunting, messy climax he so desperately needed.
At other times, though, he simply could not restrain himself—once the good doctor began to handle his pretty concubine, and penetrate her, he could not stop. Heedless of any propriety or self-respect, the man simply mounted her excitedly and
