A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One

... fingers through his thick black hair, still caked in sweat from a full shift in a hot kitchen. “I got so wet just thinking about the way you touch me, and I couldn’t help myself.”

His hand wandered even lower, tracing the hourglass figure of her hip.

“How many times did you get yourself off?”

She pulled back a little, her gaze holding his with a wily, wicked grin.

“That’s for you to find out,” she said, sliding her hand down his stomach, the tips of her fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants. “Guess right and I’ll give you your favorite thing in the world.” He let out a heavy breath through his nose, his hips rising off the bed in anticipation.

“What if I guess wrong?” Her grin grew wider.

“Then you have to give me my favorite thing in the world.” He glanced over at the nightstand for the briefest of moments, then returned his gaze to her.

“Alright,” he said. “You’re on.” He calculated the time he was away, including the entirety of his shift and the time it took him to drive to the restaurant and back, weighing it against the fact that she usually woke up in the late morning.

“Well?” she asked, sliding her fingers deeper into his pants, her touch teasing his swelling erection. “Time’s ticking.”

He let out a low moan, giving her every reason in the world to think that he wanted this more than anything. He took into consideration how long it usually took for her to reach an orgasm, factoring in bathroom breaks and a couple of meals before ...

... he reached an answer he was satisfied with.

“Six,” he said. “You came six times today.”

Her grin transformed into one of delight. She leaned down to kiss his lips and whisper in his ear.

“Looks like you’re getting your reward.” Without looking, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants with one hand. “I love how you know me so well.” Her fingers pinched his zipper and slowly pulled it down. “It turns me on so fucking much.”

He lifted his hips for her as she pushed his pants and boxers down to his thighs, his cock flopping free, half erect and aching for attention. She took it in her hand and stroked it slowly, savoring the way his foreskin stretched taut across his shaft.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned softly as he watched, the motion of her wrist bringing him to full mast in no time. She leaned her head down and flicked the tip with her tongue. His hips jerked in response. She giggled.

“I love how you react too.” She slid her body down the bed, curling up by his leg as she tilted his erection to one side and ran her tongue up its length. “I love knowing I have complete control over you like this.” Her tongue swirled around the head in a warm, wet tickle, making his hips twitch over and over again before she wrapped her lips around the hot, bulbous flesh, sliding them past the ridge and down his foreskin, stopping about halfway before bringing them back up.

She couldn’t deepthroat him, and he was perfectly fine with that. He preferred it this way. He liked it ...