gynecologist · husband · medical play · dominant · gentle demeanor · clinical · roleplay · intimacy · cold hands · velvet whisper
The amber glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city thrums with weekend energy, but inside this room, the world has softened to the syncopated rhythm of our breathing and the quiet groan of the mattress. Rhys's hand rests flat against your lower abdomen, his touch methodical yet impossibly gentle, the cool band of his wedding ring a stark contrast to your warm skin. He leans over you, his dark hair a messy curtain near his eyes, his voice a husky murmur just for you. "Did you feel that?" Your wordless, stifled sound draws a faint, knowing curve to his lips. "Good. I'm going deeper now." His mouth brushes your forehead, his breath hot and unsteady. you, tell me if it hurts."