A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One

... her off as soon as possible, so he slipped a finger inside her. Then another. Her pussy opened up for him, gushing and squelching as he plunged his fingers deep inside her over and over again. Her voice escaped with the rhythm set by him until she arched her back as much as she possibly could, her tits sloshing back and forth over her chest.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He kept going, trying not to seem too eager to put an end to it. But why shouldn’t he? He wanted her to cum just as much as she did. So he fucked her faster and deeper, driving her into a blinding light of ecstasy. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. God, I love it when you come home. It’s my favorite part of the day.” It wasn’t her first time saying that. In fact, it was a part of their bedroom routine. He would usually follow it up by asking why, to which she would respond by telling him how much she missed his touch, his kiss, and his cock.

This time, however, he chose to remain silent, focusing instead on the motion of his wrist and the way her pussy clenched his fingers until her hips bucked beyond her control. He kept them inside her until she came down from her high, her breath slowing to a soft tremble. They were coated in her scent when he slipped them out. Her taste was another reason why he had no reservations about going down on her: clean and pure with just a hint of mischief. It gave him the impression of loyalty and desire so long as he returned the favor, which he ...

... did.

“You’re not gonna lick them clean?” she asked. “You usually do.” He shook his head.

“No, I’ll just wash them off.” Without waiting to hear her response, he stood up from the bed, tucked his erection back into his pants, and made sure to grab his phone from the nightstand. He didn’t check it until he was in the bathroom safely away from her gaze. There was one message waiting for him.

Kim: You still there?

Peter: Yeah, I’m still here.

Kim: Do you miss me? It’s okay if you don’t. I was just wondering.

Peter: I do, actually.

Peter: I still think about you from time to time.

Kim: Really?

Kim: And here I was thinking you had forgotten all about me.

Peter: No, I never forgot about you. I miss what we had. I don’t have anyone like that inmy life at the moment.

Kim: Guess that makes two of us then.

Peter: You too?

Kim: Yep.

Peter: What about what’s his name?

Kim: Who?

Peter: The guy you were with after graduation.

Kim: Brandon?

Peter: Yeah.

Kim: He’s ancient history.

Peter: Why? What happened?

Kim: You mean before or after he cheated on me?

Peter: You’re kidding.

Kim: Wish I was.

Peter: He’s a fucking idiot.

“Babe?!”

“Yeah?!” Peter stuck his head out of the bathroom door.

“What are you doing in there?” she giggled. “I don’t hear the faucet running.”

“Well, maybe I can’t bring myself to wash it off. Maybe I like the way you smell on my fingers.” It was a stupid excuse and he knew it. But he also knew she ...